Page 28 of Best Friend Burden

She'd gotten me so hard, I thought I might blow a load in my pants right then and there.

With my shirt off, I moved onto my jeans, slowly lowering them to reveal my tight briefs, hiding practically nothing — the outline of my dick was abundantly clear through the fabric, which was so tight up against me that I could even make out the vein.

All the while, Melody's hand movements got stronger and faster. Her moans intensified, and I could tell she was building towards something powerful.

I dropped my underwear to the floor, completely exposing myself to her, then grabbed onto her wrist. She was close. Very close.

And I pulled her hand out away from her, timing that edge perfectly so she just missed her orgasm.

I could see the look of thrilled frustration on her face as her hand struggled to go back and finish the job. But now was not the time for that. It was my turn to have some fun.

“Truth or Dare, Melody,” I said.

Her face had a similar expression to someone who had just woken up in a daze. She had processed that I'd said words, though was in no mental state to actually understand what they meant or know how to respond to them. It took a few seconds for her higher mammalian brain to turn back on.

“Dare,” she said.

“I dare you,” I told her, “to put those gorgeous lips of yours around my cock.”

“That’s what you want?”

I nodded.

She took an elastic tie from her wrist and began wrapping her hair up into a bun.

“You sure? Because once I get my lips around you, I'm not sure they're ever coming off.”

“Just a risk I'll have to take, I guess.”

I could sense her excitement as she crawled towards me across the bed on all fours, then gripped her hand around me. She slowly put the tip in her mouth, giving it tiny kisses and licking the end.

With one last look up at me and a playfully sinister smile, she took me into her mouth, deeper than I thought possible. She moaned, sending vibrations up and down my shaft.

It felt so good, my legs nearly fell out from under me. I held onto her shoulders for balance just in case.

And, looking at her, I could tell she was enjoying it just as much as I was. She wasn't kidding about not wanting to stop — from the looks of things, she could have gone all night.

Until the second that she stopped dead, like a freight truck into a brick wall.

“Why'd you stop?” I asked.

“Because it's my turn now,” she said. “Truth or Dare.”

God, I wanted to charge forward into her, pinning her to the bed and sending us both to heaven and back. But that wasn't the game we were playing.

“Dare.”

God, Melody, I thought.Dare me to fuck your brains out. Please.

“You were fantasizing about me the other day,” she said.

“That a question? Because I didn’t ask for a truth.”

She smiled coyly. I could pretend all I wanted, but she'd see right through it.

“Make your fantasy a reality,” she said. “Do exactly what you were imagining.”

“Well, I—”

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