Page 107 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

"But... there's no camera here," he said, glancing around to be sure.

“We can go to my room if you want," I suggested, biting back a smile. “I just kind of got horny and you’re right here.”

He blinked.

“But.... ew, how could you get horny while watching this? They keep showing the crime scene. There’s blood everywhere—”

I groaned and sat up.

"You're so annoying," I complained, climbing onto his lap to block the TV. “Just shut up and get off with me... Please?”

His hands were already lacing into my hair, and he pulled it firmly, forcing my head back and sending sparks shooting straight into my balls.

“God, you’re such a brat," he whispered. “But I can handle that.”

The second his lips touched my throat, a sigh left me. I hadn't realized that I'd been waiting for this. Was desperate for it even though I was still sore from the last time we'd fucked. I wanted more.

What was happening to me? How was I letting him get to me like this? I didn't remember ever wanting someone so badly. My hands were shaking when I started pulling at his shirt, tugging it off his head as his lips reached my jaw.

I couldn't wait. I'd already waited all day for him to come home... not that I'd been willing to admit that I'd been waiting for him, but I couldn't deny it now.

I pushed his hands away, missing them at once. Standing, I nearly tripped over my feet in an effort to kick my pants off.

I was too desperate to wait for Peter to do the same. He didn't even need to. Climbing back onto his lap, He let out a low groan, his hands sliding over the handprints on my hips, then over my waist. He bent and licked my nipples while I clumsily got his pants undone.

"Oh god," I groaned, wrapping my hand around his cock and pulling it free.

He was thick and hard in my palm, and when I stroked his foreskin forward, pre-come beaded on the slit.

I took a shuddering breath and started to position myself, but his hands tightened, keeping me where I was.

"Lube," he reminded me, his normally light eyes dark with desire when our gazes met.

Without thinking, or breaking eye contact, I bowed my head and spat. My saliva landed on the head of his cock, sliding down the length, and a shiver ran through his body.

He didn't stop me this time.

I sat back on his cock, slowly taking it in. And we couldn't look away from each other; our gazes were fastened as I sank all the way down.

His arms went around me, embracing me, and the way he looked at me and held me was the sweetest thing. Even with his cock buried inside me, it felt wholesome and comforting and loving. My forehead dropped to his and a moment later, our lips met.

Finally, I started moving, fuelled by his hungry mouth, lifting and sinking until we were both moaning, overcome by the sensations.

“Don’t stop,” he groaned.

I had no intention to. Instead, I squeezed his cock harder and sank into his lap, crying out as he filled me completely.

He reached for the cushions, fisting the fabric, grunting with each breath as I rode him closer to the edge.

And then, just as my balls started to tighten, pleasure pooling deep inside me, our front door opened.

We both froze in disbelief.

I was facing the door over Peter’s shoulder, clinging to his naked back, watching in horror as my brother innocently entered the apartment.

He threw his bag aside and was walking inside, undoing his coat before he even looked up and saw us.

For a split second, we stared at each other and then he shouted and blocked his eyes.

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