Page 165 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Swallowing down his release, I take a gasp of air as his soft, spent dick slips out of my mouth. His taste invades my senses, but it comes secondary to the euphoria lighting up in my brain when Dash opens his eyes and looks at me like I’m something wonderful.

Something special.

He lifts himself from my body and plops down on the bed beside me, the sexiness in the air dissipating as the reality of cum cooling on my stomach and the ache thrumming between my legs sets in.

Dash’s soft chuckle and a finger pressing on the bridge of my nose cues me into the sour face I must be making.

“What’s the worry line for?” He drops his arm to rub soothing caresses over my shoulder, and I take a moment to let the last few minutes fully wash over me.

“I feel a little icky,” I say, reaching up and twinning my fingers with his. “Like I keep baby wipes on hand for a reason.”

Dash’s dimple pops as he sits up, leans over to brush his mouth over mine, then hops off the bed and comes back with a pack of wipes from my desk.

“I remember.” He gets to work cleaning my stomach and chest, and even takes the time to wipe down my dick. “The sex was good, though, right? You’re okay? You enjoyed it?”

Seeing Dash nervous has to be the most alien thing. His cheeks are flushed with exhaustion, the pink traveling down his neck to his tanned, cum covered chest.

He gently grips my knees and pushes them apart, spreading my cheeks and pressing the pad of his thumb to my sensitive hole. When I wince, he backs off and rubs his hands over my thighs.

“Was I too rough?”

I shake my head. “I’m sore, but it was...” The words catch in my throat, but Dash just flashes me a smile and blankets my body with his, ceasing the need for a response.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he says, cupping my cheeks in his hands and touching his nose to mine. “Because we just had mind-blowing sex, but I’ve in no way had enough of you.”

His mouth descends on mine, and any little piece of my heart I’ve managed to hold on to up until now is officially lost in the abyss that is Dash Holden.

In like might not be a strong enough term anymore.

Or it could just be the sex hormones.

But the stronger our kisses become, the more he strokes along my body with sensual fingers, the less worried I am about the outcome.

Falling in love with Dash would be far from the worst thing to happen to me.

After lazily stroking each other through another orgasm, Dash strips the sheets while I disappear into the attached bathroom and clean myself up a little better. The showers are communal down the hall, but we've got a toilet, sink, and other necessities here in the room.

There's a standing mirror opposite the door, and I crane my neck back an uncomfortable amount trying to see the damage I can feel between my legs. Not that I think Dash actually hurt me, but I'm not naive enough to think my first time taking dick—especially one of Dash's size—isn't going to leave me worse for wear.

“Want me to check for you?”

I nearly crack my head on the door when Dash appears, a sexy, sweet smile on his handsome face.

“I think I'm okay.” My cheeks flame.

Yes, I did indeed just have this man inside me. He's seen me as intimate as it gets. But him crouching down just to look at my very well-used hole? I don't know if I can handle it.

“There might be a balm or something that could help. We could ask Kai?”

I shake my head. “He'll know immediately. You wanted to keep it a secret, right?” My throat closes a bit on the words, but Dash is right. He needs a little time to figure out his feelings before being ribbed by the outest and proudest gay man I've ever met.

“Ya know,” he says, taking a step forward and wrapping his arms around my waist. “I still can't tell if he'd be mad at us or not for hooking up. Sometimes I think he'd literally push us into each other's arms, and others I'm half certain I'm going to be roast-Dash if he sees me touch you.”

I lean my head back on his shoulder, and Dash places whispers of kisses along my neck.

I never want it to stop.

“Curious question for you,” he says with the shell of my ear pinched between his teeth.

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