Page 3 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

It was under the table. Just my luck she’d spotted it, and even more of my luck that the dare landed on me.

Alex stood in front of me as someone handed him the can of whipped cream from under the table. “Ok, where do you want it?” He hiked his tank top up a little higher like he was sending Morgan a hint.

“The nipple,” she said.

If I didn’t have the courage of all that alcohol coursing through my veins, I might’ve exploded from all the eyes on me, it should’ve been anyone other than Alex. And his nipple. Oh god. His nipple. It was right there on his trimmed chest hair.

Alex shook the can hard then took one squirt of the cream down his throat before squirting it on his nipple. He lowered himself into a squat, my face to his chest. I feared the heat I was radiating would melt the cream down that perfect body of his, the same body I’d seen on the rugby field and imagined what it would be like to have his big arms around me.

“Go on,” Morgan said, before it melts, and you have to lick him all the way down.”

Alex laughed. “All the way down,” he repeated. “The night has just started; I don’t want to blow too soon.”

Oh god. It was a sex joke. I crunched the plastic cup in my hands, the leftover beer spilling out through the breakage in the plastic. “I’m doing it,” I said, looking up at him. In the lowlight of the colour changing disco ball in the corner of the room, I’d imagined this moment a bunch of times, but never had any of them quite so vivid.

I wrapped my lips around his nipple and sucked the sweet squirty cream from his skin. His nipple was hard in my mouth and his skin was sticky from where the residue cream dripped.

For a second, I’d almost forgotten that I was supposed to be part of a truth or dare. I pulled away and the room applauded.

“I might’ve got carried away if you kept doing that,” Alex said, patting his tank top back down his torso. “Let’s go again!”

If anyone could see the true colour of my face right now, they’d seen how flushed I was. I couldn’t believe it had just happened, and there was beer all down my black skinny jeans now too. It was fine, nobody would notice it, but I needed another drink.

“Proud of you,” Morgan said, reading my mind and handing me the bottle of vodka. “Take a shot.”

It was the cheap stuff, like paint stripper, almost removing the entire coating of from the lining of my throat.

The bottle was spun again. I was breathing harder, trying not to panic. There was no way it was going to land on me again.

And it didn’t.

I took another shot in relief, and nearly choked on it as it touched my tongue and made it shrivel into the back of my throat. I would’ve gagged and vomited if Alex hadn’t been right in front of me, watching me now.

The bottle had landed on him.

Another spin landed on a guy. “Your turn,” he shouted, another rugby lad. “Suck some cream off—wait, what’s your name again?” He was gesturing right at me.

“Leo,” Morgan answered for me.

I leaned back into the sofa, hoping it would swallow me.

More eyes on me.

“Suck some squirty cream off Leo’s nipple,” he said.

“Mate! You don’t have to dare me to do that,” Alex said, throwing me a wink. “I’d do that for free.”

What did that mean? I’d only ever felt my chest get this tight once before and it was when I keeled over from an appendicitis. Now, I knew my appendix had been removed, so it wasn’t another one of those happening.

“You don’t have to,” Morgan said, “but I know you want to.” She placed a hand on my chest. “Pull your T-shirt up.”

Alex was on his knees between my legs. His wide rugby body looked so unnatural in this position. “So, which nipple?”

I pulled my T-shirt up, all eyes on me, and even some phones. I didn’t notice the first time, but there were bright white flashes that weren’t coming from the disco ball lighting.

“Left,” I said, once more surfing the vodka in my veins. “And no biting.” I had no idea where that came from, but it made him smile.

“That’s all I want to do now.”

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