Page 6 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Are you—are you going to kiss me again?” he asked.

“You want me to kiss you?” I asked. “Because I thought you were still trying to decide on whether you were going back out to the party.”

He kissed me, probably trying to shut me up.

I never spoke this much ever. I’d be lying to myself if I wasn’t nervous. Leo was the first guy I’d tried anything with, and there was no saying where it was going, but I couldn’t keep myself in the moment. My head had too much going on inside.

“I can take over, if you want,” he said, pulling away from the kiss.

“What? I’m a top.”

Leo laughed. “I never questioned you about that, and to be honest, who said I’m trying to fuck?”

I laid back on the bed in laughter, looking up at the ceiling. “You, when you’re on those apps at 2 A.M.” I said, glancing at him before going in for another squirt of cream straight into my mouth. “I saw your tags.”

“Ew don’t talk with food in your mouth.”

“You’re on there all the time for hooking up.”

“Wait. You’ve seen me?” He cocked his head and looked at me weird. “Does that mean you’re one of those weird headless profiles, or worse, a blank one.”

I was a headless profile. My torso was my selling point. What wasn’t there to like about my physique? I looked great. “Why?”

He shook his head. “Because you’ve never reached out to me, and if you were interested, why wait?”

“Why talk when we could kiss?” I tugged on him to join me laid on the bed.

He took the squirty cream from me. “I dare you to take your top off,” he said. “I wanna see which profile it is I pulled my face at.”

“What? You pulled your face?”

“Because guys who don’t put their faces out there aren’t worth my time,” he said, taking a mouthful of squirty cream. “This is good. I wish we had that flavoured vodka squirty cream Cardi B brought out.”

“Cardi B?”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Of course, I know who she is,” I said. “And I think if we had that, then we’d be much more drunk right now.” Although I hadn’t eaten much, so this cream was compensating for some of that.

“Take your shirt off.” He waved the can of whipped cream at me. “I wanna taste it off you again.”

I might’ve preferred taking it off him and being in control, but I didn’t mind handing the reins over. I pushed my arms out of my shirt and tugged my T-shirt up off over my head. Leo stared at me; his eyes danced across my torso. I liked his gaze.

“I know it was my dare first, but you can take it,” I told him. “But I think they’re extra sensitive right now after you sucked on them earlier.”

“Bet.” He shook the can and across my chest, he shot a thick line of cream. “But first, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

My jaw clenched. “What do you mean? We just did this downstairs.”

He giggled before leaning in and placing his tongue on his chest, his lips latched to my skin, sucking the cream away. It tickled in the best type of way. I placed a hand over the back of his head, cradling it as he licked away the rest of the cream.

I’d been intimate with people before but nothing quite like this, and not with anyone like him before. One hand on my chest, another arm at my waist still holding his drink. And then he wasn’t holding it at all, spilling it over my crotch.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he said, pulling away. He had a moustache of cream above his upper lip. “Let me—let—”

“It’s fine.” I sat upright and leaned in close to his face, my tongue out to collect the cream from his mouth. “It kinda looks like I’ve pissed myself, but I have a change of clothes, somewhere.” My room was cramped with the dirty clothes basket right beside my bed, and my closet opposite, almost taking up half the room.

“I’ll go back to the party while you get changed,” he said, moving to stand.

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