Page 74 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Good, I like to swallow,” Miles smirked again and stuck his tongue out for me in invitation, mouth open wide.

When I didn’t thrust myself right into his waiting mouth, Miles took matters into his own hands. Literally.

Grabbing my ass, Miles pulled me forward until he could lick my tip. He moaned, and I bit back my own. No one else was in the room, but I wasn’t a public sex kind of guy. This was more exposed than I’d ever been for any kind of intimate act. I had no problems with Miles’ erotic noises of appreciation, though.

“So fucking sexy. You taste so good. I want more,” Miles’ mumbled words of praise between licks up the sides of my dick had me placing both hands on his shoulders. When he licked around my foreskin at the head and suckled the tip in his mouth, I was happy I had him to lean on and not fall over.

“Oh, god,” I whispered, taken back again when Miles moved both hands to wrap around the root of me.

He spat and started stroking me with a twist of his wrists. I had less sensation when fully hard than flaccid or with a semi—my guess was from the nerves spreading out so much or maybe the amount of blood flow—but with Miles taking my whole head in his mouth and half of the rest between his hands, I felt encompassed.

“Yes, fuck. Just like that.”

We hadn’t tried to time our suggested seven minutes, but the whole group of residents and guests could walk back in, and I wouldn’t be able to make Miles stop. It felt too good. I finally got the reference to heaven, if this is what my peers got up to after a few drinks in their parents’ basements.

Miles seemed to widen his lips or relax his jaw somehow until he had almost half of me in his mouth. My head hit resistance at Miles’ throat, and I almost pulled back. My experience had always been people gagging and wanting to stop. This was different. Miles moved one hand over the base of my dick and used the other to reach around and hold my ass in place, urging me to thrust as a warmth spread from my balls through the rest of my body.

He didn’t gag, or audibly choke, just took me deep. I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer. I thrust in one more time and held there as it ripped through me. I felt myself spurt once before I remembered myself and pulled back so Miles could breathe. Instead of sputtering or backing away, I saw his nostrils flare, and he sucked the next burst straight from the source. Miles opened his eyes and hummed in appreciation. My dick decided that was hot enough to make another effort at coming and he drank that down as well.

My balls rung dry and my legs giving out, I collapsed sideways, grateful there happened to be a couch there to break my fall. I landed with my face close to Miles and was able to lift one arm to his face. I ran one thumb along his swollen lower lip and he licked me. Cradling his head, I pulled him forward in a silent request. Miles' lips met mine, warm and wet, tasting like me, and I smiled in pure contentment.

Chapter Seven

Miles

Kneeling beside the couch and kissing Shane, where only a few minutes before a group of people had been playing silly games, I was blissed out. Shane had an amazing dick, and I’d maybe, possibly, come hands-free while blowing him. What did you expect when the cock of my dreams was mine to enjoy?

Shane reached a hand up to card his fingers through my hair with the softest of touches, murmuring against my lips, “Want me to return the favor?”

He was laying down on the purple velvet seat, so I had to pull back to reply. “That’s okay, I’m good.”

My lips met his again, hoping Shane wouldn’t notice I was long past needing his assistance. Parting his lips, Shane licked at the seam of mine and I gladly let him in. Before we were tentative, exploring what the other would do, then gentle in our post-orgasm glow. This kiss was more sensual, and my dick tried to perk up—until it met the wet patch. Down boy.

Wanting to deepen the kiss further, maybe see if I could feel more of Shane than I had before, I reached out to grab ahold of his hip and he turned toward me. Shane’s pants were still half down, and I was able to run my fingers down his lightly furred thigh. I hadn’t asked to feel him up, and his tongue was highly distracting, so I stilled my hand where his skin ended and jeans started. Shane licked into my mouth and found a sensitive spot on my upper palate no one had ever touched before. How did I have a previously untouched erogenous zone? Maybe it was Shane, and he had all the keys to getting me off.

A vibration went through my fingertips, and I chalked it up to the electric tingling of our connection. Until it stopped and started multiple times. Moving my hand a few inches lower, my mouth detached from Shane’s, and he whined in complaint. The vibrations were centered in his pocket.

“I think your phone is ringing.”

“Is that an innuendo?” Shane leaned up to nip at my lower lip. “Because it might take me a few to recover, but I’m happy to try for round two.”

“I’m down, but…” Pulling his phone from the pocket it was half hanging out of, I opened my eyes and held it up with a smirk, “I mean your literal cell phone.”

Shane blinked his eyes a few times, like he was still coming back to the land of rational thought—and I gave myself an internal pat on the back for sucking his brains out—before turning to see the screen light up in my hand. I couldn’t see the screen, but Shane’s eyes widened at whatever he saw before sitting up abruptly and snatching it out of my hand.

“What the hell?” Shane frowned as he dismissed the call and put in a passcode. I rose to my feet, hoping my hands covered the wet spot on my pants. Shane didn’t look my way, though. Getting up to right his pants, he tucked his glorious dick away and surprised me, answering when the phone rang again. He spoke in stops and starts, half a language I didn’t understand, and I only caught a few words, “Hello, what’s–no. Tatang? …Tae. Where? …I’ll be right there.”

“Is everything okay?”

“No,” Shane grunted a reply, but he barely spared me a glance. I could hear moans and laughter from down the hall, but I felt alone. My usually hidden vulnerability reared its head when Shane started for the exit.

“Did I do something?”

Stopping before he reached the door, Shane turned and walked back. He cupped my face and gave me a quick, chaste kiss, the simple touch lighting my body up all over again.

“You were perfect. But I have to go. I’m so sorry. Let the hosts know?”

He looked back and forth between my eyes and bit his lip before I nodded, which triggered the loss of his touch when Shane resumed his way out the door without a backward glance. His words should reassure me, and the phone call sounded like something terrible happened, but I still felt a little like I’d been rejected.

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