Page 128 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

His smile is feral and so fucking hot that I almost explode just looking at it. “Careful what you wish for.”

He shucks his underwear, then pulls the lube closer. After he coats his fingers, he starts opening me up. Keith’s fingers are thick, stretching me thoroughly. When he gets up to three fingers, he starts to scissor his fingers, opening me up more and more. I fuck back on his fingers, his digits brushing my prostate and make me bow off the bed.

“Look at you,” he says in wonder as he gazes at how his fingers are working in and out of me. “So greedy for me.” He meets my eyes, the hunger still apparent. “I need to be inside you, baby.”

Withdrawing his fingers, he eases the condom on and lubes himself up. I spread myself wide, loving how his gaze locks on my hole.

I draw my legs up, holding them in place for him. He eases between my legs, sliding his dick up and down my entrance. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

After a short kiss, he raises up slightly and grasps his dick. I whimper when I feel his blunt head pushing into me. God, he’s fucking thick. I relax as much as I can, getting used to him as he slides in slowly. He watches my face closely, his heated look mixed with concern and care.

When his hips meet my ass, I blow out a long breath, feeling more full than I ever have. His dick twitches inside me and I moan, loving how it knocks against my prostate.

“You okay?” Keith asks gently, rubbing a hand over my cheek. “Need me to stop?”

“No. I’m okay.”

He nods and pulls back, the drag of his cock against my walls. I moan softly, holding my legs tighter so I can stay open for him. When he pushes back in, I cry out loud enough to wake the neighbors. He feels so fucking good. There’s pain, but more than that, I feel overwhelming pleasure.

“Yes. More, please.”

Keith moves my hands and wraps my legs around his waist. Then he rolls his hips, pushing into me slowly. I moan, arching my back as he plunders my hole. His movements are sensuous, his body rolling into mine. His fat cock stretches my hole deliciously. I’m coming apart because of his movements. His hands roam all over me, his strong grip making me moan like a slutty whore.

He raises on his hands, thrusting into me harder. “Derek, God, I won’t last. You feel…” He grunts, speeding his thrusts until he’s hammering into me, my cock bouncing on my belly. With a growl, he rests on his heels and grips my shaft. Keith jerks me off, his grip tight and perfect as he pushes me over the edge.

“Oh God,” I mutter as I come, the only warning I can give him. I erupt, my come shooting in the air in an arc, landing on my chest and his belly. My orgasm goes on and on as I watch it mingle into his chest hair.

“Derek … baby…” Keith stills over me, grunting as he orgasms inside me.

Keith pulls out and lies beside me, pulling in deep, ragged breaths. I lower my legs then roll over to Keith, cuddling up to his big, strong body, rubbing in my come and smiling. Keith doesn’t seem to mind, grinning with his eyes closed. He feels just as good as I thought he would, his soft belly warm and so fucking sexy I could cry. The hair on his chest tickles my cheek and I smile at the scratchiness of it.

This is exactly what I want. Atlas was a bigger guy, but in more of a hard, muscular way. It was okay cuddling with him, but I didn’t love it. Where I am right now, how I’m close to Keith and his strong, but squishy form has me not wanting to leave.

Lazily, Keith reaches over to his nightstand and grabs a few wet wipes, cleaning his chest, my hands, and my cock.

Blowing out a long breath, Keith wraps an arm around me and hugs me close. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, concern etched in his voice.

“Yeah, but not in a bad way. Sex hurts. It’s normal. And if you can’t tell from the way I just came, I really, really loved it.”

His deep chuckle warms me and I can’t help but turn my head and kiss his chest.

We lie in silence for a bit. My fingers drift up and down his torso and Keith’s rub my hip and back. It feels good, and I’m nearly drifting off to sleep when Keith asks in a quiet voice, “Is this all it’ll be?”

“What do you mean?” I turn to look at him, finding him gazing down at me.

“Just sex. Between us.” He maneuvers us until we’re both on our sides. “I enjoyed that very much. But I don’t want it to be all we have.” After he blows out a deep breath, Keith says, “Derek, I want more.”

Chapter 8

Keith

Derek’s eyes pop wide and I wish I could swallow the words. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. I thought expressing what I wanted wouldn’t be a big deal. I almost hoped he would appreciate it. Looks like I was wrong on that account.

Trying to salvage things, I say, “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

His lips press firmly against mine and he pastes himself to my front. Derek’s hands glide through my hair and he pulls me close, his mouth attacking mine. I try to keep up, holding him close.

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