Page 207 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Still okay with this, Mal?”

He nods quickly and I huff a small laugh.

“This is one of those times I hope I don’t gag.”

My hand shakes as I pull the band of his pants out enough to nestle the shot glass in his waistband. Right over his erection. It takes a bit of juggling and moving, my breath comes faster and for a moment I wonder if I might hyperventilate. Maybe I’ve gone too far and someone has called security to escort us out due to being too lewd.

But no one is paying any attention except for Bruce and Avery that I can tell. Although I’m far too focused on Malcolm.

“Hang on. I’m going down on you… for that shot. Keep that cherry. I need it to finish the drink.”

Malcolm’s thighs tremble when I brace my palms on them for balance. Leaning down, my nose buries into the flesh of his abdomen while my lips work to close tightly around the glass. When I’m confident I have a grip that it won’t fall from my mouth, I slide my hands up his thighs and push away with the glass in between my lips and tilt my head back.

The flavours of butterscotch and irish cream cross my tongue and I swallow quickly. I’m so keyed up for the finish to this shot that I don’t even notice if the glass lands on the table when I fling it aside.

Stepping between Malcolm’s legs, I grab his face in my hands and slowly lick the remaining whipped cream from his lips before teasing the cherry from his teeth with my tongue. Biting into it, I let some juice drip onto his lips and his tongue darts out to catch it.

“I hope you’re going to kiss me now.” He rasps, and, still holding his face, I slowly clean the cream and escaped cherry juice from his lips with my tongue.

“Damn right I am.”

Malcolm still holds his arms behind the chair and I crush my lips to his so hard it hurts. But it’s a good hurt because his tongue tangles with mine and soothes away any worries about if he was unhappy with the dare. He groans into my mouth and I tear myself away when my hands start to wander. The whole ‘being in public’ bit was probably not a good idea. Nope, definitely not a good idea.

“I think I just came in my pants.” Malcolm murmurs with a down ward glance.

“That’s a real shame because I’d prefer it if you’d cum when I can see it.”

“I thought you said you were shy?”

My shoulder lifts and my lips tilt. “I guess you bring it out of me.”

“Excuse me, fellas? Bruce and I are ah, we’re heading out. That was…” Avery glances at Bruce for help.

“That show made us horny, okay? We’re out. You two should finish your date at home.”

Malcolm waves an awkward goodbye and I nod, my neck burning as I pull up a chair beside Malcolm.

“I, uh, have never done anything like that in my life. Are you still okay being with me?”

Malcolm blinks at me before leaning forward to lay a sweet kiss on my lips.

“More than okay. I liked you before and I still like you now. I’ve never been a vessel for whipped cream as much as I have tonight.”

“You’ve done it before then?”

He smirks and tugs me forward. “I’d prefer to keep that to myself for now.” His lips find mine in a slow kiss and he still tastes like cherries.

“As far as first dates go, this is by far my favourite one.”

Mal chuckles and sits back to re-button his pants.

“I’m still game to continue this date at my place, if you are.” With a soft laugh, he shakes his head. “I can’t believe you unbuttoned my pants here like that.”

“Hey, I said it before and I’ll say it again—I’ve never done anything like this before. Maybe I was turned on with the lap dance and wanted to show them up.”

“Or maybe you haven’t found someone you’re comfortable with.”

Dropping his gaze and smoothing his hands on his khakis, he seems unsure. Malcolm said when I picked him up, he didn’t date and thought he was nobody special. But he is. And I think he’s right about me being comfortable with him.

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