19. Warren
CHAPTER NINETEEN
WARREN
W e make it back to the RV, grabbing an armful of snacks and drinks before setting up our chairs under the stars. Campfires aren’t allowed here, but we can enjoy the night regardless.
Carmen shields us from the populated side of the campground, allowing us privacy as we sit tucked up against the side of our motorhome.
I unscrew the whiskey and open the salt and vinegar chips, digging in and shoving a handful into my mouth. “Let’s play truth or dare.”
“You can’t play truth or dare with two people,” Kyle says dismissively, but I won’t let him burst my bubble.
This is happening.
“Wanna bet?” I counter, a mischievous smile curling my lips. “I’ll choose first. Truth. ”
He hesitates a moment before blurting out his question. “Am I a good kisser?”
I hate seeing Kyle unsure of himself, so I smash any lingering insecurities away. “A fucking champion, bro.”
His smile is lopsided and so fucking endearing I have the overwhelming urge to kiss him again. “Truth or dare,” I ask, hoping he chooses the latter.
“Dare.”
Yes!
I do a mental fist pump.
“I dare you to kiss me.”
Kyle’s baby-blue gaze darkens, and without either of us uttering another word, we stand, set our drinks down, and collide in the middle. Nothing but firm grips, soft skin, and hard muscles.
But it’s his move to make, not mine.
Catching me off guard, Kyle lunges forward, pressing his lips to mine in a demanding kiss. My impatience must be wearing off on him because his tongue snakes out, slipping into my mouth like a starving man. We’re feasting on each other as if we don‘t know where our next meal is coming from.
Kyle reaches up, wrapping a strong hand around my throat and squeezing gently while he continues to explore the deep recesses of my soul with his tongue.
An embarrassing whimper escapes my lips at his possessive grip.
My stomach flutters, and my dick hardens.
Fuck. I like it.
Our erections grind into each other and Kyle shifts, shoving a thick thigh between my legs, allowing me to rub myself against him as we kiss like our very lives depend on it.
I finally pull away, panting heavily as Kyle chases after me for more.
There’s just something so sexy and so different about being ravaged by a man, and I can’t help but feel curious for more.
We sit down again, focusing back on the game.
“Truth or dare,” Kyle breathes out, his eyes at half-mast, lips red and puffy.
He looks as horny as me.
I choose truth again, wanting him to ask me something else juicy before I choose dare and most likely get too drunk to answer any questions.
“What did you think of that random boner we saw?” A slight blush stains his cheeks, and for some reason I’m glad that my cock was the first one he laid eyes on in real life, and not the stranger from the beach.
I chuckle, picturing the surprise on the dude’s face when he finally noticed us. “That guy had a big ’ol sausage dick. Imagine poor Cassie, whoever she is, trying to take that thing.”
“You’re a pig,” Kyle laughs, throwing a grape at me, but I catch it in my mouth instead.
“You know you were thinking the same thing when you saw that massive cock.” I shrug casually, but if I’m being honest with myself, there’s no denying the strange curiosity bubbling deep in my gut.
“You seem awfully set on thinkin’ ’bout dicks,” Kyle mumbles, looking a little tipsy even though he’s only been sipping his beer.
Lightweight.
“Nah. Besides, it was your question, not mine. Seems like you’re the one thinking about cock.” I sip my beer, covering the sudden awkwardness with more alcohol. “Anyway. Truth or dare, Ky,” I ask, returning our focus to the game.
“Uh. Dare,” he replies, somewhat hesitantly.
“Take two shots of whiskey.” I pour whiskey in red plastic shot glasses, handing them over.
Kyle cringes as he downs both rapidly, sipping Coke as his chaser.
“Truth or dare,” he asks with a glassy-eyed stare.
“Truth,” I say, and Kyle catches me off guard with his question.
“How come you never told me you messed around with guys in high school?”
“It wasn’t a big deal.” I brush him off.
I mean, what kind of question is that?
“You keep saying that, but it kinda was,” Kyle counters, continuing to stare me down. “I never did anything like that.”
“No offense, Ky, but you’re kinda sheltered and kinda vanilla.”
Kyle huffs, sounding offended. “I am not vanilla,” he argues, folding his arms across his chest, stretching the soft, torn fabric of his favorite T-shirt.
I raise a single eyebrow, challenging him to prove otherwise.
“We just rubbed our dicks together!” he protests. “ And made out! ”
“Okay, okay,” I chuckle. “Fine. But let’s take this game up a notch and add another category. Double dare . If you don’t do a double dare, you have to drink two shots instead of one.”
Kyle huffs, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly.
“Prove to me you’re not vanilla and choose double dare,” I taunt.
“Fine. Double dare. ”
“I double dare you to take your shirt and pants off and keep them off for the rest of the night.”
Kyle accepts the dare, sitting in nothing but his briefs. His abs bunch as he slouches comfortably.
He dares me to do the same thing, and I accept with a sigh.
“Boooring!” I whine, exaggerating the word. “Your turn.”
Kyle purses his lips and scrunches his brow like he always does when he’s annoyed at me and thinks I’m being an asshole. “Double dare.”
I think for a second, wanting to spice this game up a little. “I double dare you to stand up and mime a sex act. Show me your best moves, Ky. Show me how you used to fuck Marissa.”
I know he was a virgin before his ex; Kyle’s always been a good boy.
“ Don’t talk about her. ” He scowls, looking extra salty. “Double dare denied.”
Maybe I’m a little tipsy, and I probably shouldn’t have mentioned her like that.
Whoops.
“That’s two shots of whiskey,” I counter, knowing how much he hates whiskey.
I really want to see his moves.
“ Fiiine. I’ll do the stupid double dare. Whatever. ” He rolls his eyes with a sly little half-smile. “If you really wanna see how I fuck that badly.”
I sputter, completely caught off guard by his dirty words as his tall, muscled body stands up from the camping chair in nothing but his briefs. He walks behind it, grabbing hold of each side, like he’s gripping a pair of hips. He begins to thrust into the backrest, picking up speed until he’s bouncing it against his groin somewhat aggressively.
Holy shit.
Things are suddenly not boring at all.
My mind flashes images of myself bent over, taking the place of the chair, and bolts of lightning explode in my dick, and surprisingly in my ass.
What the fuck?
Blood rushes to my cock as I watch my best friend take his chair hard .
He gives it one last thrust as he holds the chair to his groin like he’s filling it with cum before shoving it away.
The chair topples over, landing on its back in the dirt.
“How was that?” He smirks, adjusting the giant erection tenting his underwear. He picks his chair back up, setting it down like he didn’t just fuck the shit out of it.
This game just got weird.
Like really weird.
My voice cracks, so I clear my throat. “Double dare complete.” I take a swig of my beer.
Fucking hell.
“My turn,” Kyle chirps, like he’s about to get payback. “I double dare you to give me a lap dance.”
He doesn’t think I’ll do it, especially since we’re both in our underwear, and he’s already hard as a rock. But that won’t stop me.
“I accept.”
His smile morphs into a frown, and I grin, even more excited about this.
“Just sit back and enjoy,” I coo, slowly standing up and stalking toward him.
I love to dance when I’m drunk, so I let everything drift away and focus on the body in front of me.
Kyle’s body.
His erection is raging, despite the fear on his face.
This is going to be fun.
I connect my phone to the Bluetooth speaker, select my road trip mix, and scroll down to “Wannabe” by Austin Giorgio. The smooth music and sultry lyrics pour from it, feeling a little too spot-on for our current situation.
Starting to dance, I rhythmically sway my hips while his eyes stay locked onto my every movement.
I turn around and sit on his lap backward, feeling his hard cock settle in the crease of my ass as our balls rest on each other. Only the thin fabric of our boxers separates us.
Fuck, I’m so horny, I think I’d actually let him fuck me right now.
“I double dare you to take your underwear off,” I pant, nearing the edge when I feel him slide his briefs down. I do the same, not caring that I wasn’t dared to.
The lap dance has suddenly turned into so much more, but we’re camouflaged in the darkness, protected by a rock wall on one side and our giant RV on the other. No one’s coming over here, so we can do whatever the fuck we want.
Kyle grabs my hips and starts to thrust with me, his bare dick rubbing between my ass crack, and oh my God , I’m going to come.
Sticky precum starts to leak out of his slit, easing the glide over my hole.
I grab hold of my cock and squeeze the base, not wanting to bust a nut in the middle of truth or dare.
He pushes against my hole, and I gasp. Neither of us have messed around like this, but one thing I do know is that prep is needed.
But we’re so drunk and so horny, that I continue to let Kyle poke and prod at my entrance, wanting him to just stick it in.
Before I do something stupid like sit on it, I hop off and turn around, facing him this time. I roll my hips, allowing our erections to grind against each other.
Fuck!
This is the hottest lap dance of my life.
And it’s with a guy.
I start to get a little too into my moves, and the flimsy camping chair suddenly topples backward. We go sprawling to the dusty ground, laughter pouring out of us.
We scramble to our feet—drunk, naked, and chuckling like we didn’t just almost have sex.
“Want another drink?” Kyle murmurs, swaying on his feet as he stumbles to the RV.
“Yeah. Thanks, man.” I grab the speaker and follow him.
As he climbs the steps, I get an up close and personal view of his bare ass.
I get the urge to spread his cheeks and bury my face in between.
What is wrong with me?
I hover in the kitchen while he mixes two Jack and Cokes.
“We should continue the game inside,” I suggest, taking my drink from his outstretched hand.
Both of us are still buck-ass naked, and a flicker of uncertainty passes over his face, but he smiles shyly and agrees.
“I double dare you to kiss me anywhere you want,” Ky whispers.
I guess I’m not the only one getting drunker and hornier with each round of this game.
“Get on the bed and lean against the headboard.”
Kyle hurries to obey, listening with an eager sort of anticipation that I’m so fucking into.
Crawling between his open legs, he spreads them wider for me, displaying his heavy sac. His balls are covered in a light blond fuzz that I’m dying to feel.
I lean in, kissing the crease between his thigh and groin.
Kyle jumps at the foreign feeling.
I stare up at him, my grin cocky and ready for more. “You like that?” I bite my tongue ring, playing with it between my teeth.
Kyle only nods, his baby-blue eyes fully dilated and half-lidded, looking more like some sort of demon ready to possess me.
And now it’s time to take things even further.
If he’ll let me.
“I dare you to let me suck your cock.”