Page 8 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Without sounding cheesy. You.”

That was all I wanted to hear. My entire evening was centred around him coming here and giving us the opportunity to find each other.

I placed a hand on his soft cheek and leaned in to kiss him.

Chapter Three

Leo

The goal had never been to try and have sex with a guy I thought was straight while I was tipsy, and he was—on the borders of being drunk. It was a wet dream waiting to happen, and in my dream, my hand would travel up his thigh and his would go up mine, we’d fall back onto the bed again kissing until it got too real, and I came, and the dream ended.

That’s usually how those things happened.

“You can say no,” he said, pulling away after a kiss.

That was another thing. I was about to be the first guy he’d ever done anything with, and those were big boots to fill, for all I knew, I’d be ruining this for him, and he’d never want to screw around with another guy again.

I thought alcohol was supposed to reduce the anxiety, but instead, it was only making it worse.

Alex had soft eyes as he looked at me and stroked the side of my face. “Let’s just go back to the party and see where the night takes us,” he said.

In that moment, I made my decision. I stood just to sit on his lap, facing him, I wrapped my legs around his back. Everything about this moment was telling me to run into it rather than run away from it.

His warm hands pushed my arms out of my shirt. He crumpled it and threw it against the wardrobe door. “Can I undress you?”

“It’s too late to ask now. But you might as well.”

He slipped his hands up my torso, grabbing at the end of my T-shirt to push it up over my head. His warm touch had me giggly. He threw that against the wardrobe door as well.

“Now for that dare,” he said, picking the can of whipped cream up from near his pillow. He pressed the cold can against my skin and the giggle came out with a shoulder shimmy. “I really should eat.” And with that, he squirted the cream against my chest in several blobs from nipple to nipple. It didn’t stay cold or stiff for long once it was settled on my skin.

Alex’s mouth was magic, his tongue licked at my skin and made small circle motions. He had one hand on my back, keeping me still and in place. He licked my skin clean until there was nothing left. His hand had moved a little down to my ass, cradling a cheek in his hand.

In my jeans, I couldn’t feel his cock, but I could see it stretching the fabric of his briefs under me. I gave him a gentle rock back and forth whilst sat on his lap, his hand on my back encouraging the motion.

We kissed again, the sweetness of the cream on his lips brought a wicked hunger out in me. I was all in, throwing my brain in the bin while I enjoyed the moment and the experience Alex’s hand begged to offer me.

There was a quickness to his kisses as he pulled me back onto the bed and rolled me onto my back. “If I’m bad at this, don’t blame me,” he said, a hand at the belt around my jeans. “I just need a little direction.”

“I don’t think you can be bad,” I said, trying to flirt.

“We’ll see.” He unbuckled the belt and got to the zipper beneath it. My cock was already rock solid, and I was desperate to get it out since it had been compressed inside my briefs, trying to sway my thoughts.

“I thought you’d be more aggressive,” I said, once more, trying to flirt.

“What? Why?” His gentle grasp squeezed around the tip of my cock.

“You’re a rugby lad, isn’t that what you’re all about?”

He smirked. “I can be more aggressive. I’m still learning.”

I nodded, untensing my shoulders as I laid back. “We’re both guys, just do what you like on me.”

He whipped back my briefs and my cock sprung back like a Jack in the box. My instinct was to cover myself, but he wasted no time in taking it with a hand and leaning in with his tongue out to lick at the exposed cock head.

I moaned, self-conscious, I placed a hand over my mouth.

“You can be loud,” he said. “There’s still a party going on downstairs.” And then he went down, taking the length of my cock in his mouth. His head bobbed and his tongue applied pressure. I didn’t hold back on my moans that time.

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