Page 164 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Your first time is mine,” he says, drawing back and slamming into me.

I grip the sheets and hold as pleasure shoots up my spine.

“Your orgasm is mine.” His thrusts pick up the pace, a hand traveling up my back to grip in my hair. “Mine, TK. Your pleasure is mine.”

“Yes,” I moan out, arching to follow the command of him tugging me upwards. “I’m yours. This is all for you. Just for you, Dash. Just want you.”

I’m blabbering. Pressure is building in my balls. At the base of my dick. I don’t have the sleeve anymore, but I don’t even think I need it.

“Fuck.”

All of a sudden, I’m empty, but before I can question or complain, strong arms flip me onto my back and warm lips press down on mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, spreading my legs and accepting him back into my body.

There’s no slow workup. Dash takes me over and over, tongue making love to my mouth at the same pace as his hips. He presses down close, giving my dick his abs to rut against, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.

“Cover me in cum, Teddy,” Dash orders with a nip to my bottom lip. “Choke my dick out. God, I’m so ready to feel you.”

We can add dirty talk to Dash’s skill set, because goddamn I don’t think I can disobey a command like that.

If you had asked me at even the start of the semester if I’d be losing my virginity to my roommate, teammate, and irritating as hell best friend, I’d have laughed and probably muttered a very wistful, “As if.”

Now, I’m practically the one fucking his dick with my hole, chasing the pleasure of what promises to be an epic, life-altering orgasm.

“That’s it. So good. So fucking good.” He tilts my face up to kiss me again, meeting me thrust for thrust until I can’t take the building pressure anymore.

I cry into his mouth as the crest of release washes over me, cock thickening and spurting between our bodies, coating us both in shot after shot of cum.

Every brush of Dash’s dick on my walls as the aftershocks rock through me feels like a thousand mini orgasms following suit. I’m shaking with need, want, and overstimulation, but I have just enough faculties left to ask for what I want.

“I never—oh god—never got to swallow earlier.”

Dash’s hips falter as his brow furrows, eyes trained on my panting mouth.

“You want me to come…”

“Down my throat?” I nod enthusiastically. “Hell yes.”

He kisses me one last time as he pulls out. It takes him a couple of seconds to dispose of the condom before he crawls up my body and positions his dick at my lips.

“Are you sure?” He asks, so close to orgasm that the head is a dark, angry red. “I probably taste like lube. We used a lot of that shit.”

I swipe my tongue over my lips. “Don’t care. Give it to me.”

I’m spent as hell, so I lean forward and capture his tip between my lips and give it a teasing suck.

“Bossy,” he mumbles, easing my head back to the mattress and filling my mouth with his thick, musky shaft.

For someone whose only experience with a blowjob was a few hours prior and mostly choking on the damn thing, I think I take it pretty well. He doesn’t go too deep, doesn’t even let the tip of his dick kiss the entrance of my throat, but he moves in and out in gentle motions.

It’s nothing like the pounding he gave my ass, and I’m sort of thankful for it.

Only giving me half of his dick lets my tongue explore. Lets me switch between sucking and licking like I’m desecrating a lollipop.

I’m covered in cum, lube, and saliva—probably a good amount of sweat, too—but I’ve never felt more fulfilled or satisfied than I do when Dash shudders and pulls out so just the tip is resting on my tongue.

He jacks his cock a handful of times, staring down at me with lust-filled eyes that almost make my dick want to rally, but I’m blissfully down for the count.

“Teddy. TK. Fuck.” The last word is drawn out as his eyes slam shut and his cock swells. Jets of warm, salty cum assault my tongue, and I close my lips around him to draw in every drop.

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