Page 181 of Game Night: Truth or Dare
Finally, he gets impatient and grabs my hand. “Now, Austin.”
I’m a trembling mess as I kneel between his spread legs and support myself over him. Seeing Henry spread out below me has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I push gently, entering him for the first time. Oh my God. The feel of him around me is pure ecstasy, better than anything I could have imagined. The way he clenches around my cock, the sting of his nails on my straining biceps as I wait for him to adjust. There’s a mixture of pleasure and pain on his face, and I allow his expression to guide me. I can see the moment he’s ready and press deeper, inch by inch, until I can’t go any further. I look to where we are joined—Henry and I as close as two people can be. I don’t think I’ve seen anything sexier, that is, until I lift my eyes and see the look on his face.
His eyes are dark, pupils dilated, and locked on me. His breathing is shallow, mouth lax and nostrils flared. I move my hips. He tilts his head back and groans. I do it again. His fingernails dig into my skin as his body vibrates.
I start a slow rhythm, at least as slow as I can manage with my whole body craving more.
“Fuck, babe,” Henry moans, his face contorted with pleasure. “That feels amazing.”
His cock is lying hard against his abs, drooling precome into a puddle with each thrust. He lets go of my arm with one hand and grabs his cock.
“That’s it,” I say. “Show me what you like.”
He holds tight, not stroking, allowing my movements to drive his hard length through his fist. I fuck him harder—long slow thrusts that leave him groaning and panting, before speeding up.
“Please, don’t stop,” Henry begs, and I love that I’ve reduced him to this tense, trembling mess beneath me. The head of his cock is angry red and his entire body is straining.
“Make yourself come,” I say, knowing I’m only moments from exploding myself.
His hand moves in a blur and he almost immediately arches from the bed, pulsing between us. I fuck him through it as come streaks his chest and his belly. I lean down and lick a drop from his chin before giving one final thrust, helpless as he pulls my orgasm from me. My entire being focuses on the incredible sensations, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me.
When we finally collapse into each other’s arms, spent and satisfied, I think that this moment is as close to perfection as I’ll ever get. The only thing that would make it better would be if Henry knew how I felt about him. I want to confess my true feelings but maybe it’s better to keep things as they are—cherish the moments when we can be together and hope that maybe, one day, Henry will want more.
Chapter Eight
Henry
As I exit the bar, I spot Austin leaning against a nearby railing with that signature lopsided grin of his. My heart does this funny little dance in my chest.
“Hey,” I greet him, trying to play it cool.
“Hey yourself,” he replies, pushing off the railing and sauntering over. “I’m glad you could get off early.”
“Me too.” Understatement of the century—I’m more than glad, I’m ecstatic. There have been way too many hours since I said goodbye to him this morning and I was pumped to get his text earlier, asking to meet.
He smiles widely, making me think he’s just as happy to see me as I am to see him. I wonder if he’s been thinking about last night too.
“It’s a perfect evening,” he says. “I was thinking we could take a walk, maybe get some ice cream. Whaddaya say?”
The suggestion takes me by surprise, and warmth spreads through me. I’d half-expected him to suggest heading straight over to one of our places to fool around, and as much as I’d like a replay of last night, the idea of just hanging out and spending time together is appealing. Like a date, a little voice whispers in my head, but I shake that thought away and scoff inwardly. One little taste of Austin’s dick and I’m wanting hearts and goddamned flowers!
“Sounds perfect.”
We make our way along the foreshore, a route that’s familiar but also feels strange. I’ve walked this path countless times with Austin at my side, but now I’m conscious of every step he takes, every swing of his arms, every brush of his skin against mine. Do we usually walk this close together? Does he usually smell so good?
It’s near closing when we arrive at the ice cream shop. The single customer leaves as we enter and make our way straight to the counter and browse the selection.
“Chocolate for me,” Austin says, then looks over at me. “Espresso for you, right?”
We’ve only had ice cream once before and he remembers my favourite flavour? Inside I do a little happy dance, but I play it off with a casual shrug. “You know me well.”
He holds my gaze. “I like to think I do, Henry, but there’s a lot more I’d like to find out.”
His tone is sombre, his expression serious. Before I can reply, the kid behind the counter interrupts by passing over the cones. Austin grabs mine and hands it to me, before taking his and tapping his phone to pay.
We continue our walk along the water’s edge, enjoying the ice creams and the balmy evening. Every day here feels like a summer holiday—it’s no wonder this place is such a well-loved tourist spot.
I take licks of the espresso ice cream as we wander. The light is fading, but there are still people milling about. Families loaded down with beach towels and eskies, herding laughing children. Sun-kissed couples strolling hand-in-hand towards the pier with its restaurants.
