Page 163 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

I bury my moan in the sheets, rocking into the rhythm his hands have on my body. “Like I need you. Oh, fuck, I need you, Dash.”

Dash’s groan is like gravel in my ear, fingers thrusting and stretching me so wide I can hardly hold myself up.

He pulls his weight off, and I hear him rustling with something, so I peer back to see him ripping a condom off a strip.

“You hook up with somebody between the locker room and now?” I ask.

Dash frowns and pauses like he’s trying to collect his thoughts. Then he smiles softly and shakes his head.

“No. The condoms are pre-lubed. I figure if we use plenty and this has extra, it should make it easier on you.”

If I wasn’t ready to burst into pure orgasmic bliss, I might just melt into a puddle of goo. Sweet, thoughtful Dash is almost too much for my already vulnerable heart.

Looking back strains my neck, but I can’t stop watching as he slips the head of his dick into the condom and slowly—excruciatingly—glides it down his length.

That’s going to be inside me.

Holy shit.

He coats his fingers in more lube and drizzles some over my hole, working them into me with ease. With a nervous exhale, I finally close my eyes and turn away.

When he leaves me empty, I almost gasp. Instead, I take a deep breath and focus on the flurry of touches that follow.

A stroke along my hip. Comforting squeezes to my thighs. Then gentle fingers pulling my cheeks apart as the blunt tip of Dash’s dick notches at my hole.

More lube drips between us.

“Overkill much?”

Dash playfully taps my ass, and the rock of my hips opens me to accept the head of his dick. We both stop and moan out because oh fuck.

“Want to complain again?” He asks with a strained laugh.

I keep my mouth shut because I don’t trust myself not to be an incoherent mumbling mess.

Dash is painfully slow with sinking inside me, pulling out and easing back in half a damn inch at a time. I’m preparing to beg when something wet and warm slides over my own cock.

It’s the exact moment Dash finally slides deeper.

“There we go,” he mutters, and I crack my eyes open to see him sliding the cock sleeve from earlier over my erection. “Fuck the toy, TK.”

If it gets him fucking me faster, I’m game for anything.

I’ve never used a toy before—my hand and Dash’s are the only method of getting off I’ve ever used, but this? This is a state of heaven.

My cock leaks and throbs as I roll my hips into the sleeve and back onto Dash’s dick. I nearly come the moment Dash bottoms out, groin flush with my ass, but grapple to still his wrist before I explode.

“Teddy.” He covers my neck in wet kisses, all lips and tongue until he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. It’s not a rough bite, but a pinch to ground us both. “I think I just became an ass man.”

I nearly choke on my own laugh, reaching back and forming a fist in his hair.

“Move, Dash. Fuck me.”

There’s a sharp snap of his hips that makes me cry out.

“Careful what you wish for, Sunshine.”

He flicks his tongue at the shell of my ear, drawing a shiver out of me, and then I lose his weight on my back.

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