Page 92 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

I swallowed.

Fuck. He really did like his ass getting touched. Maybe it was the anticipation, the craziness of what we were doing, but I wasn't going to question it.

When I glanced over at the computer, my hand was there, touching Jonas' ass through his underpants, feeling the warmth and the wetness and he was there, shifting a bit, the sound of his breathing filling the air while I held my breath.

Then he lowered himself even more, turning his face away from me on the mattress to reach back with both hands.

I watched with bated breath as he hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband and slid his boxers down, exposing his smooth ass and wet hole. He left the boxers around his thighs, only giving me access to what he wanted me to play with.

I couldn't even move for a minute because it was so fucking pretty.

Letting out a low breath, I rested the dildo I was holding against his ass cheek.

"Is this the one you were using?" I asked.

He nodded, glancing at me over his shoulder. Our eyes met and the look he gave me was different than he'd ever looked at me. He was hot as hell when he was turned on and nervous. For some reason, that one look made me want to not disappoint him. I wanted him to like what I did to him. To make him feel better than anyone had ever made him feel. It would serve him right. The guy he treated like shit for no reason would be the only one who could make him come like there was no tomorrow.

I traced the thick, floppy dildo over his hole, watching mesmerized as it started to flex, opening for more, wanting to take it in. Finally, I pressed the tip into him.

We both moaned. The view was too good, watching his hole stretched tightly around it, wet and welcoming.

"Fuck," I muttered, and unable to help myself, I bent over him, licking the ring that was stretched tightly around the rubber.

"Oh, God," Jonas groaned, bucking back toward my mouth, taking another inch of rubber into him while he did.

"Want more?" I asked, voice gruff.

He moaned, bucking back again in answer, and I pressed the dildo in deeper, not stopping until he was trying to run away from it. I held it where it was, taking note that he couldn't take the whole thing. Made sense. It was longer than any dick could be. I drew it out slowly, replacing it with my tongue, and he started pressing back for more, moaning and burying his face in the blankets while I gave him what he wanted.

Jonas had definitely put me under some sort of spell. I had never wanted to push my tongue into someone's asshole before. I'd gone around the area in the past, but here I found myself licking him as deeply as I could, tasting cherry oil and only pulling back to get the dildo back in, this time sliding it in and out while he writhed.

His entire body was practically shaking, hips bucking back, cries muffled in the blanket as he tried to hold them in.

I couldn't take it anymore, and pulled my cock out, pressing it to his lubed ass cheek as I fucked him with the dildo.

I was breathing hard, barely able to hold it together, but more desperate to make him come than I was for my own release.

He lifted his head, gasping for air, a string of instructions suddenly bursting desperately from his lips.

"Yes, like that. Fuck. Don't stop. Keep going. Yes."

Encouraged, I pumped into him at just the right angle, ignoring the way my biceps started to burn from keeping up the rhythm he wanted until he let out a strangled yell, pushing back, taking it in a bit deeper as he came.

Coming hands-free had to be a rare thing, but I watched the come spilling down his thigh, his cock still hidden in the loose fabric of his boxers. While he was still moaning his release, I pulled the dildo out.

He gasped, but I was too close to the edge to do anything but press my leaking tip to his gaping entrance and jerk off, hard and fast until my come was splashing all over his hole, some of it inside, a lot of it outside, covering him. As I tried to breathe through it, I rubbed my cock against the wet mess, tempted to push into him and fill him up properly with the last few drops of my seed, but reality was swiftly returning.

I was standing in Jonas' room, doing all of this on camera. And we didn't even like each other.

And I was supposed to be telling him to get the fuck out of this apartment, not coming all over him.

I stepped back, still breathing hard, and Jonas collapsed forward on the bed, his ass still exposed as he rolled onto his side, facing away from me.

He didn't want to look at me.

Great.

If things were awkward before...

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