Page 73 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

July tugged Shepherd’s sleeve. “It was lovely to have you both here.”

Cielo reached for the bottle and pointed it towards Q and A, clearly not caring about the chance aspect of spin the bottle. “Seven minutes in their kink room?”

Q lifted Cielo up to his waist and nodded to a couple whose names I had forgotten, “Guess you all get to keep the main space. Nice to meet you, Miles.”

A was making out with Cielo and barely left his lips to say his goodbyes. The other three couples in the room trailed after the rest to watch. Until I was left with Shane and an empty living room.

“Then there were two,” Shane rubbed the back of his neck, clearly feeling awkward standing in front of the couch with his dick out. He didn’t cover himself or make excuses to leave, though. I reached for the bottle and spun it without saying a word.

When the bottle was slowing and I touched it to stop its momentum, making sure it pointed straight at the sexy man with the biggest dick I’d ever seen in real life. “Seven minutes might not be enough.”

Chapter Six

Shane

Miles and I stared at one another, and I saw his breathing pick up as his eyes darted from my dick to my lips and back again. He was clearly into me, which was perfect, because I was very much into him.

“Isn’t this game usually done in a closet?” I asked with a smirk, unsure what to do, never having played any of the party games we’d done so far. I was more of a loner, reading comics and studying in my room over parties in my adolescence.

“Nobody can put me back in the closet,” Miles winked and moved around the coffee table until we were within arm’s reach. His playful expression shifted to one of concern. “You don’t actually have to do anything.”

“Yeah, I know,” I nodded.

It was my turn to chew on my lip, unsure of what I even wanted. I was rusty with the whole hook-up culture, and mostly used the apps when I needed to get laid every few months. I didn’t have the energy for dating when they kept breaking up with me or ghosting after the clothes came off. Miles had seen my dick before I even learned his last name, and he somehow looked more eager than before. Maybe this was the trick? Show it all before getting invested and ending up disappointed and ashamed.

“Do you want–” I started, then remembered how brazenly Miles checked me out before stopping the bottle when it pointed in my direction. My subconscious wanted to say it was because I was the only option, but he could have followed our friends to watch them play. Still, I’d let him choose, then decide if I was game. “What do you want to do?”

Miles’ eyes went wide before he smiled. “I want to give you a blow job and see if I can get you off before the others come back.”

Coughing in surprise, I covered it with a laugh. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

“Why bother being coy when I can ask for what I want?” Mile shrugged and reached a hand up to hover beside my face, but he didn’t touch me. He tilted his head and looked at my lips. “Can I kiss you first?”

“Yes,” I replied far too quickly. Was I a horny teenager again? Thankfully, he only smiled.

Miles let his hand move the last few inches to caress my face, his thumb running along my cheekbone while his cool fingers sent a shiver down my spine. Going up on tiptoe, Miles kept his body separate from mine, his other hand cupping my face to pull me in. He closed his unique eyes when we were a breath apart, with me following suit as our lips met for the first time. His lips were warm and soft on mine, and I found myself grabbing his narrow waist without thought. My hands on his bare skin had me humming into the kiss, wishing for more contact.

Sighing into my mouth, I tasted something sweet and tangy on Miles’ lips. There must have been a sweet snack I missed, since the ones I saw were all savory. Or maybe it was just Miles. I was surprised when I felt his wet tongue on the seam of my lips, and I opened to let him in. I stopped thinking when our tongues met, an electric current pulsing from the contact straight to my dick. Miles gasped, and I reluctantly pulled back.

“This all good?”

“Yeah, yes, very good,” Miles muttered before swallowing visibly and looking down between us. My dick was rock solid and must have grazed him without my noticing. Before I could apologize, Miles went to his knees between the couch and the table. “Can I?”

It was my turn to take a sharp breath. His two-colored eyes and rainbow hair should have drawn my attention again, but all I could think about was how small his mouth looked only inches from my swollen head. The sight had the head on my shoulders foggy on details. I didn’t get blowjobs often, and most gave up as soon as I got hard. I was already hard, and Miles wanted to try. It was probably pointless, but if he was willing… I nodded, unable to find the words.

“Condom? Or…” Miles let out a warm breath that ran along my dick like he’d taken me in hand. “I’m negative and on PrEP.”

“I’m on PrEP, too, and haven’t had sex since I was last tested,” I blurted out. At least one brain cell was still working. Working to get his tongue on me as fast as possible. “I don’t have any condoms in my size with me.”

Damn, that sounded conceited. I could wear a smaller condom, but they rolled up at the bottom or cut off blood flow, and either way, it wasn’t good for protection or getting off. That wasn’t a good excuse, though.

Miles’ smile lit up his face as if he had just been given the best gift. He lifted his hands to touch my thighs and licked his lips while taking me in from a few inches away, “Then it’s decided, my mouth was meant to be on your dick tonight.”

“I’m happy without one. I know you said… what you did about liking big…” I trailed off, wanting it so badly, but tempering my expectations. And his. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh, but I want to,” Miles’ sultry voice had my cock twitching between us. I hadn’t admitted I wasn’t fully hard when I measured. Miles eyed me and licked his lips again. “Mind if I use my hands too? I like to use everything at my disposal.”

“If you’re sure…” Ignoring the voice in my head saying I was too much for him to take—which sounded suspiciously like a few of my exes—I pushed Miles’ hair back from his forehead and stepped closer between his knees. “Then I’d love your mouth on me, without the barrier.”

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