Page 102 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Jonas' hand landed in my hair, his breathing getting ragged above me.

"Yes," he encouraged, gasping. "That's good."

Then his hand tightened in my hair.

"You're going to make me come."

That sounded like encouragement to me, so I pressed my face down, taking him deeper. His hand tightened, pulling me back.

"Not yet," he chastised sharply. "I want you to fuck me, remember?"

I released his length, miffed, and glared up at him, licking my swollen lips.

"I can still fuck you after you come," I argued.

"I want to come with your cock inside me," he argued back, glaring even harder than I was.

This was a ridiculous argument, but I was still annoyed, so I stood and gripped his knees, hoisting his legs up and pressing my hips to his ass. My cock dragged along his entrance and his eyes widened dramatically.

"Hang on! Lube," he reminded me, pointing to his bedside table.

Growling, I released him and went over to it, pulling it open.

My jaw dropped at all the dildos and other contraptions. Reaching in, I pulled out a long black tube of rubber, trying to make sense of it.

"Cock tie," Jonas explained.

I looked back at him, but he was looking at the computer screen now and wiggling his hips so that they were entirely in the frame.

I let the thing drop back down, wondering if he would let me play with his toys next time. I wanted to see what they all looked like on and in Jonas...

Next time? Was I planning for this to be a repeat arrangement? Was Jonas?

My cock bobbed, desperate for more stimulation, and I reached into the drawer, grabbing the bottle of lube before returning to him on the bed.

He was lying back, leisurely stroking himself.

When I arrived, he lifted his legs, hugging his knees, silently giving me the go-ahead.

All this foreplay was killing me, but in the best way, so I wasn't going to complain. I poured the lube onto my fingers first and began stroking his hole with it.

The nice thing about the bright camera light, I decided, was that I got to see in such detail what we were doing. I got to watch the way Jonas' hole moved against my fingers, pulling back and then coming forward like it was shy but wanted more.

There was no resistance when I pressed one finger inside, but God almighty, the feeling of his muscles clenching, even against my fingers, was heavenly.

My cock throbbed in jealousy, so I pushed the second one in faster, stroking his insides.

When pre-come started to drip from his cock and he was stroking faster while I fingered him, I could take it no more.

I pulled out, positioning my cock at his hole.

"Ready?" I asked.

He grinned, not opening his eyes.

"Yeah, go for it."

I pushed inside.

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