Page 7 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

I took his hand. “Don’t go,” I told him. “I mean, I don’t want you to go. Everyone’s gonna think we’ve done something up here, so we—”

“Might as well do something,” he finished, looking me up and down. He didn’t lock eyes with me, shying away to scan the room.

Tugging on his hand, he re-joined me on the bed. “And what do you want to do?”

“Kiss you again.”

The wetness soaking into my jeans from his drink wasn’t even bothering me, if anything, it had cooled me down. We made out on the bed, laying back together, almost hitting our heads on the window next to the bed.

He climbed on top of me as we continued making out. Grabbing the can of cream near the pillow, he shook it up and squirted it in between our mouths. It was tasty, mixed in with his kisses, it made me hungrier.

“I should get out of these jeans,” I said, trying to shuffle out of them under his body.

Leo rolled off me and watched as I pushed the jeans down. As soon as I saw my chubbed cock spring back, I glanced to him and watched his eyes grow like they were hungry. He immediately looked away.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I—”

“I guess that’s what happens when I’ve got someone on my lap.” I continued to push my jeans down my thighs.

He was blushing. “Someone.”

“A cute guy.” I grabbed his hand. “And it gets even harder when that cute guy is touching me.”

Smacking his lips, he slowly glanced back around to me. “Does that work with all the guys you bring back here?”

I scoffed, unable to hold back my smile. “I already told you I never do this. You’re my first guy, and honestly, if you don’t want to do anything, that’s fine.”

Leo opened his mouth and closed it, like he was trying to say something. He settled on grinning at me instead.

“Close your eyes,” I said, standing up. “I need to get out of these as well.”

He placed both hands over his face, although I hoped he was going to peek through them.

I took my underwear off and walked by him. His head turned a little to follow me.

“Like what you see?”

“I’m not looking,” he said, giggling.

“You can look, I just didn’t want to get ahead of things, you know, in case you’re not ready.”

“I—I never do this drunk,” he said, still covering his eyes. “But I’m also not as confident when I’ve not had a drink.”

I put on a clean pair of briefs. “I respect that.”

“So, you wanna go back down to the party?” he asked.

“If that’s what you want.”

He removed his hands from his face. “It’s loud down there, and we won’t be able to talk.”

I sat beside him on the bed. “I can talk, well, we can talk if you want.”

“Talking leads to a lot of other things,” he said, licking his lips. “And—fuck, who am I denying what I really want?”

“And what do you really want?”

He gulped hard.

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