Page 162 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

TK’s rhythm breaks when he spies the masturbator. “What’s that for?”

“Well.” I pick up my phone and start my super last minute google search. “First times are kinda a bitch for everyone. While I’m opening you up, I figure you can pleasure yourself a little so you don’t get overwhelmed.”

One of my searches comes up with a step by step guide that ends up being a little too graphic for me, but somehow I find my way to a blog on queer romance novels... and I could get lost in this directory if I didn’t have a horny, squirming man in front of me waiting to be deflowered.

(Blame the blog. There’s a literal section on ‘Deflowering Your Bottom’.)

“Dash.” TK sounds hesitant, and when I look up from the phone to find him propped up on his elbows and worrying his lip between his teeth, I set the damn thing down and climb over his body.

He falls back to the mattress just as I take his mouth in a languid, sloppy kiss that drains the apprehension away.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” I say, scooting back and tapping his thigh. “Roll over.”

The sheets rustle as he settles onto his stomach, pert ass on full display. I grasp a fistful, kneading the globe and relishing in the growing mewls that leak past his lips.

“Pull your knees up.”

TK has always been good at following directions, just never from me, so the effortless way he complies makes my dick ache. If only I could have another go at his mouth to tide me over, but I know he’s been waiting for this a lot longer.

He’s still stroking himself. I can hear the quiet squelch of his hand mixed with precum.

I grab one of the bottles of lube and flick open the cap. TK tenses, but with a firm hand on his lower back, that tension drops.

“Google says it’ll be uncomfortable, but if I’m doing it right it shouldn’t hurt. At least to start. So tell me if I’m hurting you.”

He nods, and I take that as my confirmation to get started. I drizzle some of the lube between his cheeks, smearing it with my finger through his crack. When I feel his rim under the pad of my finger, I pour a more liberal amount to soften the area.

It takes a few minutes before he opens enough to accept the tip of my finger, and when he does a low moan quivers out of him.

“You okay?”

I peek around and see that his cock is soft, and that he’s got his eyes buried in his forearm laid across a pillow.

With the hand not otherwise occupied with his gorgeous ass, I fit his cock and balls into my palm and give them a gentle squeeze.

“Sorry.”

He moans, reaches back, and grips my wrist. Sweat lines his brow when he turns his head to look at me, and his lip is nearly bitten raw.

“Don’t be sorry. Fuck me. I can take your finger, Dash. Give it to me.”

What the hell am I going to do with this man?

Oh, right.

According to him, I’m going to fuck him.

RIP Teddy’s virginity: as of tonight, this first is mine.

Chapter 8

TK

Dash Holden has a dick to die for. Quite literally because that beast might split me in two and send me to an early grave, but by god am I done pretending I don’t want this man inside me.

His careful fingers stretch and stroke me. The uncomfortable burn has simmered to the thrumming need to take him deep and be so fucking full.

“How’s it feel?” he asks, draping his body over mine. While he’s three fingers deep in my ass, he’s also got my cock and balls cradled in his palm.

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