Page 127 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

The softness of his tongue stroking over mine and the gentleness of this kiss has me falling a little in love with Keith. It’s like he wants to take care of me, like he wants to treat me right and not hurt me. He might think I’m intimidated by his size, but it’s his size that makes me feel safe. His bulk and weight make me feel warm and protected. Fuck, this man has my head in the clouds. I don’t want to give him up.

Gently pulling my mouth from his, I ask, “Do you …” I swallow thickly as his heated gaze locks on my mouth, his eyes blazing with something I can’t explain, but makes me feel almost combustible. “Do you have supplies?”

Keith’s eyes flare, but he nods, giving me one more quick kiss before he gets up and goes to one of the boxes on the floor. While he’s searching around, I drag my shirt over my head and peel my pants off, leaving me in only my tight, sky-blue briefs.

When he turns to look at me, his eyes travel the length of my body. I watch in fascination as his cock makes an appearance in his loose-fitting pants, tenting the front. With a faint growl, he says, “Next time, I’m undressing you.”

Something blooms in my chest because he wants a next time, too. “Okay,” is all I can mutter as I watch him strip out of his clothes. I stare with unabashed lust as more and more of his skin is made visible. He has a spattering of brown hair on his chest and belly, making my mouth water with the desire to touch and lick him all over. His legs are thick—something I already knew, but seeing them in better lighting makes my cock throb. I wrap my hand around my shaft through my underwear to stop myself from blowing my load just from staring.

Keith’s eyes drop to my hand and he licks his lips, tossing the lube and condom on the bed. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Derek. Absolutely beautiful. I’m sorry I’m not what you’re used to.” His cheeks turn red and I sit up, erection forgotten.

“What are you talking about?”

“This,” he says, rubbing his belly.

“Keith …” I get on my knees and waddle over to him. I wrap my arms around his neck. “I love the way you look. All of it. Everything. You’re the gorgeous one. You should have seen how many guys were looking at you before I approached. You’re a total catch.” His blush intensifies, and I kiss him gently. “I love your body.” I roll my hips against him, my dick pressing into his belly. “Do you feel that? That’s how much I love how you look. As soon as I saw you that night in Bangers, I knew you’d be the one.”

I clamp my mouth shut, forgetting I spotted Keith after Bryson pointed him out to me to suck his dick.

Keith is attentive as fuck, though. He catches my little slip up. “The one what?”

Sighing, I pull him onto the bed. When he lies on his back, I straddle his hips, rolling on his dick when I feel it against my ass. “I was there with a friend of mine. Before we left to go to Bangers, we were playing Truth or Dare. He wouldn’t tell me what the dare was until we got to the parking lot.”

Raising an eyebrow, Keith asks, “What was the dare?” Then his eyes light up and he grins. “You were supposed to fuck a random person in the club.”

“Close. I was supposed to blow them. But the thing is, I told Bryson that I had to be attracted to the man he picked. He pointed you out and I knew I’d won the jackpot. There’s no part of your body I don’t love.”

His hands land on my hips, and they squeeze. The small bite of pain makes me moan and I roll my hips more on him. In a husky voice, Keith tells me, “I’m weirdly flattered by that. Makes me feel sexier than I have in years.”

“Oh, you are. Let me show you just how sexy.”

A flirty grin crosses his face as he grips my hips harder. “Or I can show you.”

He pulls me forward until I’m straddling his chest and my cock is practically on his chin. “Oh,” is all I can whisper out as Keith eases his fingers into the waistband of my briefs to drag the material down. My hard rod pops out almost comically, but no laughter will drift from my throat because of how Keith is looking at it. He looks … hungry.

I watch as he likes his lips and wraps a big hand over my shaft. I buck forward, unable to stop the movement of my hips with how he fists me.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he says with a wink, repeating the words I said to him when we were in Bangers.

Keith opens wide and sucks my cockhead in, groaning as he slides his tongue into my slit. I moan, throwing my head back as his warm mouth engulfs me. His other hand squeezes my hip as he draws me in, pulling me in deep. His mouth feels good, warm and wet, the sucking noises he’s making driving me insane.

Looking down at him, I find Keith already gazing up, his cheeks hollow and eyes blazing with want. I slide a hand through his hair, dragging my fingers over his scalp. “Yes, baby,” I grunt, as I press in deeper and faster. “Suck my cock. God, your mouth feels so good.”

Reaching back, I grasp Keith’s cock, jerking him as I fuck his face. He groans under me, the sensation reverberating down my shaft and sending bolts of pleasure licking down my spine.

“Oh god!” I shout, feeling my orgasm tingle my cockhead. “Oh fuck. Keith! I’m going to come.”

He pulls off, holding my hips steady so I can stop thrusting. “Don’t come yet. I want to feel your ass hug my dick when you come.”

God, the things he says. “Fuck yes,” I mutter, scrambling off him to arch my back. My ass in propped in the air and I shamelessly look over my shoulder at him.

Keith grins but flips me to my back. I look at him, confused, until he says, “I want to see your pretty face the first time I slide inside you. I can fuck you from behind next time.” His strong palm cups my ass and I whimper, rolling my hips. “I also want to kiss you when I come in your ass. I want to suck on your tongue as I feel you explode on my skin.”

“Fuck, Keith,” I mutter, my cock leaking. My briefs are restricting and I’m not able to wrap my legs around his waist. I grumble and move my legs, sliding them off. “Please.”

He settles between my legs, his warm weight making me feel safer and more protected than I have in my whole life. Keith cages me in, his forearms by my head. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You. I want you just like this. I want you to do with me what you want for however you want.”

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