Page 61 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

I pulled off, and he gave me a little whine. The spot on his neck had blossomed nearly black, and now shone in the ugly fluorescent light of his room. I touched it with the pad of my thumb.

“Was that okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, turning his head to offer me a small, trembling smile. “It’s…it’s a little weird, maybe? I’ve always liked getting hickeys. Loved ‘em, actually. The way they feel? I mean, I wasn’t kidding before, when I said I wanted you to do it. The second Taylor gave you that dare…” He let the sentence die in a soft, shuddering laugh. “But they’re such a pain in the ass to explain, you know? Everybody has something smart to say. So I never ask for them, or let guys give them to me. Not where they can be seen, anyway. I’ll take ‘em on the arm or the chest now and then, but they just feel so…” He shivered and smiled. “They feel really nice on the neck.” He leaned up, kissed my lips, then fell back on his pillow. “And since I already had one, and everyone knows how I got it, I figured I’d take advantage of the situation. Make you do it again.”

I wondered if we could keep this going. How many nights in a row could I lay a new bruise on top of the old? That was dumb, of course. Surely that would do permanent damage eventually. Besides, at some point people would start gossiping about the Magical Hickey That Never Faded.

Anyway, we probably didn’t have any nights in a row. This was a random hookup with my ex’s ex after a party game went a little off the rails. Cherish tonight, I reminded myself.

I smiled down at him. “You’re a freak.”

“Little bit.”

I liked that he admitted it, that he was…unabashed. There was a lot of stuff I’d always wanted to try, but Elliot—stick-up-the-ass Elliot, I thought with a grin—hadn’t really seemed too interested in getting wild with me, so I’d stopped asking. Had he gotten freaky with Ben? Or had Ben downshifted to match Elliot’s top speed?

There was that dumb name again. I tossed it in a mental trash bin and focused on the gorgeous man, the adorable tattooed freak with muscles and long-lashed brown eyes. “I like that.”

“Do you?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Uh huh.” And then I bit his chin. Just a little nip. He yelped in surprise, then laughed, then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him.

“I’m going to have to keep an eye on you,” he said after our giggles subsided. “You’re violent.”

“Only when teased.”

“I might have to call Campus Safety.”

“Really? You don’t think you can handle me on your own?”

“I don’t know if anyone could handle you, Ol. You’re…you’re a lot.”

“Oh, am I?” I knew he didn’t mean it like that, but I couldn’t help myself: I lowered my hips till my dick pressed against his thigh, then started grinding. (In truth, I’m not that big…maybe a little longer than average, but not super thick. Appropriate for a tall-and-lanky “beanpole,” I guess. Still, guys seemed to like how it looked, and I’d gotten pretty good at using it, so I sometimes got cocky about it. If you’ll pardon the pun.)

Anyway, the slow humping of his leg had the desired effect. Ben’s eyes got softer, a little dreamier. “Huh.” His voice sounded thick. “Speaking of handling you…what are we going to do with that thing?”

“I was thinking—you being a bottom and me mostly a top—that I could fuck you with it.”

“That could work. That could work.” He nodded thoughtfully. “Although maybe it would feel more friendly if you let me get a good look at it first.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I gave one last thrust of my hips, then rose to my knees, straddling Ben’s thick legs. The front of my briefs were tenting out pretty egregiously—like, even I was impressed with how hard this guy had gotten me. I slid my thumbs under the waistband and pushed down, but I got caught in the elastic and had to grab my dick to work it out from the cotton trapping it. Once I’d freed it, it stood straight out from my body, aside from its usual upward curve.

There was something vulnerable about this. I felt exposed. Like, I was exposed, literally? But so was he. I was barely more naked than Ben, but kneeling above him in that harsh dorm lighting while his eyes trailed from my cock to my stomach to my chest to my face… For a second I almost worried he’d laugh at me, or reject me, tell me this was all a huge mistake and I should go.

But he just reached up and wrapped his hand around my erection. Not hard, but firm, gripping me in his fist, running a callused thumb gently along the underside, right where the shaft met the head. Soft as his touch was, it was electric, and I felt my body buck involuntarily.

“Nice one,” he said, then licked his lips. The way his tongue slipped out, slow, making his lips shine gently in the light, was probably one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.

“Heh.” I mustered a bravado I didn’t have, forcing myself to sound cool and confident. “Glad you like it.”

“So far, anyway.” He winked, then tugged gently. I took the hint and knee-walked forward, letting him hold me, until I was close enough for him to open his mouth and guide me inside. He pressed his tongue against me, and when he closed his lips and started sucking, it sent shivers through my whole body. I mean, I’d already discovered that he was an excellent kisser, but I was now learning that was only the tip of the iceberg. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t been with anyone but my own stupid hand in a couple months, or maybe it was just that the emotions between us had been so intense even before we started messing around, but the things his mouth was doing had me in a chokehold. Aside from how good it felt, those big eyes of his were locked on mine. His face had gone a little pink from exertion, and his cheeks were hollowed out, and the sexiest wet sounds were coming from him. Everything was so good and so overwhelming, it was like I was lost somewhere warm and deep and would never get free and didn’t want to.

How could I have ever hated him? I thought, probably for about the fifty-fifth time that night. It wasn’t just the sex, although this was the best blowjob of my life. It was…everything. The way he looked, and the way he’d welcomed me into his room, and the light in his eyes when I called him a freak, and how he laughed with his whole body, and how that laughter made me laugh, too. Wanting to be tender, I reached down to stroke his cheek. He moaned at my touch, and the hum of it vibrated along my shaft.

Once he’d assured me he was enjoying himself, I started working with him. I rolled my hips slowly, checking in with him visually. He nodded a little and moaned again—this time it sounded like a muffled mm-hmmm. I gave into him, going deeper, and reached down to play with his ridiculously soft hair. He mm-hmm’ed again, and I went faster, and now I was basically just fucking his face, but he never stopped looking at me, and the light in his eyes remained playful and dreamy and hungry, and so I kept going, riding his mouth, occasionally whispering Yes or Oh, fuck or Ben, and feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.

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