Page 161 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

He stretches his leg out and hooks his ankle over mine.

“I know it’s stupid. I know he’s grown and can make his own decisions… but he promised. We tell each other everything. He never said anything. Not that he was thinking about it. That he’d decided. He was just going to leave. Why do people do that?”

His cheek is soft and wet where I caress it. He lifts his head, and I brush my lips over his again.

“Why do people leave?”

I force his lips apart to silence him, to quiet the worry threatening to spill out of him like a tumbleweed. His skin grows warm as I cradle his cheeks, his hair sifting through my fingers as I graze my nails over his scalp. Every comforting gesture I can muster, I explore on this fractured frame of a man.

The kiss goes from soothing to simmering as TK rises to his knees, bunching my heavy-with-rain shirt in his fists and dragging it off over my head.

His hands explore my chest, hint of abs, and play at my waistline before dragging up my sides and gripping onto my shoulders.

“I don’t want you to spend the next few months wondering. If we’re doing this, cards need to be flat on the table.”

He speaks the words with his mouth hovering over mine, teasing me with little kitten licks of his tongue.

“I don’t understand.”

His smile is soft, lips pressed to the corner of my jaw. He lowers his weight into my lap, moaning softly as his ass brushes my soft cock.

“I don’t want you to be wondering what it’s like to fuck me when you’re supposed to be seeing if I make you feel anything other than horny.”

He says that as he rubs himself over my bulge. A wicked little smile graces his mouth, pulling back to grip the hem of his sweatshirt and yank it off along with the tee beneath, leaving him bare chested in front of me.

My marks from earlier are all over his neck; Purple bruises that I press my fingers to and listen to his soft, pleasured exhales, illuminated by the light around his neck.

“What are you asking me, Teddy Kingsley?”

Blue eyes filled to the brim with desire stare into mine, and with a firm roll of his hips—his hard cock pressing into my abs—he ensures that no matter the question, the answer is yes.

“Fuck me. Take my virginity. If the novelty wears off after then I’m no worse off than I was before. And if you still think you want me...” He smiles wide and knocks his forehead to mine. “Then you’ll have months to de-virginify me in every way imaginable.”

I feel like he’s underestimating my imagination, and definitely underestimating my dedication to the ‘more than just sex’ part of this arrangement, but I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

If Teddy Kingsley wants me to fuck him, I’m sure as hell going to do it.

“Like now?”

His whole frame shakes with laughter, and his hips shift as he drags the last of his wet clothes down his body. Naked in front of me, there’s no stopping the raging boner I’m now sporting.

“Like now,” he says, and within seconds helps rid me of my own shorts. “Oh god, what am I thinking? I’ve never even fucked myself with a toy. How the hell are you going to fit?”

Hurting someone during sex has to be the biggest turn off, but the white hot arousal that stirs at the thought of TK stretching around me and slowly sinking into his body is stronger than any porn I’ve ever watched.

“It’s a good thing I stock up on lube.” I dig my fingers into his hips and rock him so my dick slides between his cheeks and his rubs up on my stomach. “You want this?”

His eyelids flutter closed as he follows my lead, hands perched with a tight grip on my shoulders. “Dash Holden, if you don’t lay me down and start getting me ready for your dick, I’ll fucking do it myself.”

Emotional whiplash might be putting it lightly, but if this is what TK needs to feel okay, I’ll give it to him. If losing his virginity gives him back the control he feels he’s lost, I’ll take it.

He whines when I push him away, squirms when I lay him flat on his back and trail my hand from his throat to his pink, throbbing erection.

“Touch yourself while I figure this out.”

TK rolls his eyes but does as asked and encloses his small cock in his palm.

Holding down my own dick as I hop off the bed and scramble through the drawers, I come back with two bottles of lube, a strip of condoms, and a well-loved silicone masturbator that I keep in a ziplock bag so it stays clean between uses.

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