Page 155 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

I grip the back of his head not to rush him but to anchor myself to the thrill of a touch I can’t believe I’ve been sharing a room with for two years and have never experienced.

Maybe he needed the invitation, though, because the next thing I know his tongue is licking a stripe over my leaking slit, and his lips are closing over the head with an almost animalistic groan.

I’ve always been a fan of pretty lips around my dick. Of wet eyes with long lashes looking up at me as their mouth stretches to accommodate me. Is it a little egotistic? Perhaps. But it’s hot as hell.

Not as hot, apparently, as watching TK take me inch by inch, stopping to gag only to gain a look of pure determination before going at it again. Spit covers his chin; his chin bumps my balls as he gets most of the way down and has to pull off, glaring intently at my dick as if it’s somehow my fault the first time he sucks a cock he goes straight for the deep throat.

“You have a monster dick,” he grumbles, pumping it a few times while he catches his breath.

“Maybe you have a small mouth.” I shrug.

This is the moment I’m reminded that as sweet and odd as TK appears, he’s also got a competitive streak to rival my own.

He locks his eyes on mine, and with a huff through his nose, seals his lips around my dick and slowly—torturously—feeds my dick into his mouth. The whole way down he holds my gaze, and right as he goes to gag again, he stops. Takes a slow breath in through his nose. And lets it out as he stuffs the last inch of dick in like a chipmunk with a stash of nuts.

I’m going to die. Cause of Death? Teddy Kingsley.

That sinful tongue traces the base of my dick as he holds me there. Not sucking. Not moving. Just holding me in his warmth while his tongue plays patterns over every bit of cock he can reach.

One good suck and he’ll have a mouth full of cum. Impulse control is out the window and on an indefinite vacation.

He hums as his lips slide up to massage the tip, and I’ve got one hand in his hair, the other anchoring me to the bench as my hips threaten to thrust and gag the man for friction.

A friction that’s horrifyingly jerked away by the sound of sneakers on linoleum.

I hear them before TK, so I shove him off in the least assholey way possible and scramble to yank my shorts back over my junk. TK sits stunned on his ass with his face a flushed wreck covered in drool and precum.

In a split second decision, I yank TK up by his armpits and shove him towards the lockers. He stumbles, just barely catching the jersey I throw at him. I pull my own over my head, balling it up in my palms just as Kai rounds the corner into view.

Our captain looks between us, raises a brow, then lets out a slow sigh. “You still giving him trouble?”

TK furrows his brow, but I ram my shoulder into the nearest locker and hook my thumb towards him before he can put his foot in his mouth.

“Fucker won’t let me take him to the nurse to check out that ankle.” An ankle that I’ve paid exactly zero attention to since TK went all sexy locker room talk on me.

Kai shakes his head, and at least when TK shoots me a dirty look, it corroborates my story.

“If I have to say ‘I’m fine’ one more time, I’m filling your pillowcase with jizz.”

“Alright.” Kai pushes into the space between us with his hands on his hips. “Dash was the nice option. Let’s go, bud, or I’m benching you for the first game.”

TK’s jaw drops in the middle of switching his dirty jersey for a clean shirt from his locker. “Not a chance in hell, Kaiser.”

The nickname is apparently an inside joke about Kai bearing a resemblance to a character from one of their favorite childhood shows, but I’ve never seen it and can never seem to remember what the dang thing is called.

As soon as TK is dressed in a fresh shirt, Kai throws an arm around his waist and hoists him over his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck you, asshole.” TK grumbles, but doesn’t put up much of a fight.

“No thanks. Dash, get back out there and save Jonas’ ass before the team completely wipes his spirit.”

As he walks away, TK looks up, mouthing the words, ‘I hate you’, but the smile on his face and the unfamiliar tugs in my chest tell me that isn’t the case.

Could I fall in love with him?

The universe might be dead set on making me find out.

Chapter 6

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