Page 80 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Patience, boy scout,” I teased, lifting his legs again for Miles to hold back. I lapped at his balls, feeling them draw up as Miles threw his head back in pleasure.

“Yes, please, Shane. I need–”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” I spat on his hole and rubbed my thumb around the rim, only giving him a moment to relax before I dove in. His moans spurred me on as I lapped at Miles’ hole, humming in appreciation. The vibration of my noises had Miles shaking, and I wondered if he could come from my tongue on his ass alone. “If I make you come, can you still take my dick?”

“Oh, God,” Miles’ cock twitched over his stomach at my words, leaking precum and answering my question about how easily Miles could orgasm. “Yes, I can go multiple rounds.”

“Good.” I licked my lips and waited until Miles looked at me again. “Because once won’t be enough for me.”

Chapter Eleven

Miles

Despite getting off already that day—alright, twice that day—Shane’s mouth and hands had me on a hair trigger. I knew the slightest breath of a touch to my dick or prostate would push me straight over the edge.

Somehow, Shane seemed to know this, and avoided both with skill. He had two thick fingers in my ass along with his tongue, scissoring them and making me thrash with how good it felt. Still, I wasn’t full enough. Whimpering my need, as I was long past words, Shane took his fingers away from me and then I really whined.

“I’ve got you, just need lube for this,” Shane kneeled up and got a pump of lube before diving back in, using two fingers straight away. Instead of rimming my hole, he licked and sucked on my taint while working a third finger inside of me. “You’re going to come for me, Miles. And then you’re going to beg for my dick.”

“Fuck,” I sucked in a breath as Shane tapped my prostate. He moved his mouth to my dick and sucked as he did it again, thrusting his fingers in and out of me in quick succession. I tried to give Shane a warning when I felt heat pool in my lower belly, but he didn’t stop. “I’m gonna come–”

Shane took my dick to the root, and I felt it hit the back of his throat at the same time he pegged my prostate, and my vision went bright white. He swallowed down the first spurt of my cum, pulling off to suck my next one. He pulled off me with a pop, licking his lips as if savoring my taste, but not taking his fingers out of my body.

“Mmm, thank you.” Shane smiled up at me, kissing the sensitive tip of my cockhead while I let my legs go limp. “Glad I could finally return the favor.”

“Thank you,” I breathed out, catching his raised eyebrow and laughing. “Yes, I still want your dick in my ass.”

“Want a bit to recover, or some water?” Shane asked, starting to pull out of my hole, but I put my hand over his to stop his movement.

“No, I’m afraid you’ll disappear again, and I’ll miss my chance with you,” I admitted, feeling vulnerable at the admission.

“Well, I won’t turn into a pumpkin, or however that story goes,” Shane smirked and kissed my inner thigh. “But I also wrote my number on the card in the flowers. I wasn’t sure if you’d be home.”

“Clever. Look who’s the boy scout now,” I chuckled and then moaned at how Shane's fingers brushed my inner walls with the slight movement. “But I’m at the begging for your cock stage now.”

With his free hand, Shane reached for a tissue and the condom he set aside and tore the wrapper open with his teeth, then pulled it out and started to roll it down his length. I whistled at his skills until he finally took his other hand back to wipe his fingers and pull his pants off the rest of the way. I’d somehow missed the part where Shane was still mostly dressed. Then his gorgeous dick was there in front of me, and all other thoughts left the building.

Shane stood over me stroking his cock, the rubber almost translucent as he added lube before joining me in the bed again. Shane settled between my legs, leaning on his elbows so he wasn’t crushing my body. I tilted my head for him to kiss me, and we moved with more patience than before. My orgasm had taken the edge off for me, the urgency to finish the race pushed to the background. Still, I could feel how tightly wound Shane was, holding everything back to make sure I was good.

“I want you,” I murmured against Shane’s lips, his eyes opening just enough to see me. “I’ve wanted you since the moment we met.”

“Not since the moment you saw my cock?” Shane teased, but I felt the truth behind his words. He was used to being ogled for having a big dick, then rejected over it when he couldn’t meet his partner’s needs.

“No, that was just a bonus,” I kissed along Shane’s jaw, the rough stubble there setting me on fire. Everything about him was sexy as fuck. “A big bonus, but not the main attraction.”

Although I was only admitting what I truly felt, it must have been what he needed to hear. Shane smiled down at me before getting up to push my legs back, lining up his erection to rub at my hole. “You being into big dicks was a bonus for me, but I wanted you when I first saw you as well.”

“Have me.”

Shane took me at my words and pressed his tip inside until he let his weight do the work. I felt the stretch and slight burn I loved as he got past my resistance. We groaned as one when he was fully seated, Shane panting with the effort it took him to hold still. He let me adjust until I finally took matters into my own hands.

Grabbing his hips, I pushed him back. Shane looked worried that I was trying to get him to stop, but I switched to pulling him in before he could ask if I was alright. “Fuck me.”

Shane let out a heavy sigh and started thrusting in earnest, mumbling words so hot I couldn’t do anything but take it all in. “You feel so good. This tight hole was made for my cock, wasn’t it? Fuck, you’re going to ruin me.”

He sped up, and I let him take control. We both felt the same magnetism, the buzzing need under my skin since we met, all-consuming and leading up to the moment we could join our bodies into one.

Adjusting to grip my shoulders, Shane let go on me, grunting and moaning out his pleasure while finding just the right angle to hit my prostate over and over again. And even though I came minutes before, I felt my thighs trembling as another orgasm began rising from my core.

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