Page 4 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

He shook the can up a little more again and on my exposed chest, he sprayed a line of cream from my left nipple to my right. “Oh shit,” he said, licking a tongue across his teeth. “It went a little far.”

“Lick it,” his friend said. “All of it.”

The room erupted into a chant of ‘lick it’ all the while I was staring deep into Alex’s eyes. He had to have sensed something was going on, my body was overheating, and this cold cream on my skin was going to get very messy and sticky if he didn’t use that tongue of his to clean this cream away.

“Nervous?” he asked, opening his mouth and squirting a mouthful of cream into it.

“It’s melting,” I said.

He shook the can and gestured with it to my face. I opened my mouth and let him squirt his cream into it. It wasn’t the same cream I’d dreamed about, but it was a nice, sweet alternative.

“Get a room,” Morgan said over the chanting.

I couldn’t focus on anything but how Alex came in close to my chest. He extended his tongue and collected the cream from it with the tip. He wasn’t going to clean it from my chest at this rate, and it was starting to drip.

“You smell nice,” he said before going face first into my chest, his mouth latching to my nipple. If I wasn’t already back against the sofa, I would’ve been trying to pull back from how ticklish he made me. It was a strange sensation, and I was in too much of an open and public place to really allow myself to feel what was happening.

But it was a lot.

Chapter Two

Alex

I’d seen Leo on the hook-up apps most days. I never messaged him, or even gave him a hint that I was potentially interested in hooking up. I hadn’t hooked up with anyone since coming out to my squad on the rugby team. I considered myself bisexual, sixty-five thirty-five, leaning more on the guy side recently, but that was only because I hadn’t done anything with a guy yet.

Licking cream from Leo’s chest was the closest I’d been to doing anything with a guy. And this was my friend’s way of getting me closer to it, throwing out that dare for me to lick cream off him, just like his friend had dared him to lick cream from mine.

It was clear they were trying to do something, and I was more than ready to explore.

Being so close to Leo’s chest, I felt the heat he radiated and the gentle moan through the music as I cleared the sweet squirty cream like it was cheat day, and he was my chest day snack. “I’m all done,” I said, pulling away.

My mate grabbed the can of cream and squirted it on Leo’s face. “You miss a spot.”

“That wasn’t the dare,” I said.

Leo went to wipe the cream from his face and his friend pulled his hand away.

“Go on,” she said.

Our faces together, I licked the cream from his cheek, and then I gave him a kiss. It was a peck on the lips, and then our tongues met each other and became a full-blown make-out session before both of our friends broke us up.

“We have a game to play!” they remind me.

“I’m actually gonna go get another drink,” I said. “You wanna join me?” I took hold of Leo’s hand. “We have more than just beer.” I could tell he hated that stuff. “Something fruity.” I played on gay being called fruity, I hoped he was picking up what I was putting down.

“Sure!” he said, taking my hand.

The room applauded as we walked out together, holding hands.

We went straight through to the kitchen. Another busy room of the house where people stood around the punch bowl, adding more juice and more alcohol to it like it was a fine art they were paid to perfect.

“Ok, so there’s punch, or I can mix you something that won’t give you a massive hangover in the morning,” I told Leo.

“I’ll have what you’re having,” he said, pulling his hand from mine. All eyes were on us, but people were usually on me anyway. We’d just had a great match that we won, and this was our celebration.

“I’m having another beer.”

“Then I’ll—I’ll just have a vodka coke.”

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