Page 154 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

His mouth melts into mine, the urgency rising like a slow burn suddenly knocked up to eleven. Hands explore beneath my clothes, and the subtle rock of his hips over my thigh has my arousal flaring up.

I rid him of his jersey in a heartbeat, dipping down to cover the clean side of his neck in identical bruises to the other. He gasps and groans, fingers finding placement in my hair and tugging in time with my suction on his throat.

It’s when his other hand grips my hardening cock through my shorts that I have to pull away and pepper his jaw in nipping kisses.

“Teddy…”

“Dash.” He squeezes me, and my head thumps to his shoulder. “Don’t make me stop.”

I don’t want him to stop. I haven’t fooled around with anyone else in weeks, and TK’s touch feels indefinitely better than my own.

“You said this was a bad idea.”

“It is.” He reaches into my shorts, finds the slit in my boxers, and wiggles his fingers inside.“But maybe I need some bad decisions in my life.”

Should that be offensive? Probably. Instead it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

When he cups my balls in his palm, there isn’t a single rational thought left in my head.

“Dash.” He lifts my mouth back to his, wet and frantic. “I want to suck you off.”

My cock jumps at the request.

I have to break away and shake my head. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“I don’t want them.”

TK’s warm mouth around my bare cock? That’s not a want, it’s a fucking need.

“I’m a virgin,” he says with a roll of his eyes and a firm stroke up my shaft. “And we get tested every semester. You waved your results in my face and said something along the lines of ‘Booyah bitches’ while stripping down to wank one out.”

“I absolutely did not do that.”

He smiles, a genuine, heart stopping smile that sets off a hoard of flutters in my chest. “You absolutely did, hotshot.”

I can’t help but kiss him again. Again and again until I’m so worked up the slightest touch will set me off.

“On your knees, Teddy. Before I bust a nut in my shorts.”

His little chuckle makes my dick twitch, but then he’s kneeling between my spread thighs, and nothing about this seems funny.

“Stupid question, but have you ever done this before?”

He gives me a deadpan look and flicks the seam of my shorts, grazing my balls and eliciting an undignified yelp.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes?” TK hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and boxers, pooling them both around my feet.

If he hadn’t already outright told me, this would be the moment I knew for a fact TK hasn’t ever had any intimate experience with another person’s dick (though, I guess that’s kinda changed now, hasn’t it?).

His eyes grow wide, his hands on my knees gripping like he would the rails of a rollercoaster. The pink of his tongue peeks out between his parted lips, and I’m torn between imagining it sliding across my length or tangling it with my own.

I’m hard. Impossible not to be with TK fondling and stroking me the way he was. My cock points proudly up, dipping forward with precum leaking from the slit like an open invitation for TK’s mouth.

He slides his hands up my thighs until all he has to do is stroke his thumbs up the underside to press into my balls—the exact first move he makes. Little pinpricks shoot up my groin at the touch, at how he takes to rolling them between his fingers like an old pinball arcade game.

One hand closes around my dick and gives a sensual stroke up, pooling the precum at the tip and coating my shaft on the way down.

This slow exploration might be the death of me. His hand feels incredible as he experiments with speeds and dragging his thumb up the underside, topped with twisting his grip just over the head so my entire body short circuits.

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