Page 108 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Ah! Oh my god! My eyes!”

“Oh, shit!" Peter cried, looking at him over his shoulder. "Charles. I completely forgot."

"Peter! You're into guys?!"

I had my hands covering my mouth but didn't move because if I jumped off the way I wanted to, he would see everything. At least in this position, we were blocking the most incriminating parts.

"I'm so sorry," Peter was rambling, trying to wiggle out of me as his dick softened at lightning speed, but I clung to him, afraid my brother would see what was left of my erection. I would like to avoid that, please and thank you.

Peter peeked through his fingers, met my wincing smile, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"At least you two are finally getting along," he guffawed.

We both stopped panicking, exchanging a look while Charles laughed so hard that tears were streaming from his eyes.

"Oh, my god. When did this start?" he demanded, then caught himself. "Wait, never mind. I'm going."

"No, it's okay," Peter said. "Just give me a minute."

"It's not what it looks like?" I added, lamely.

“I’m going! You’re terrible at lying, Jonas! Peter, next time don’t invite me over while you’re fucking my brother!”

He waved over his shoulder, not looking back as he shut the door.

We sat there, listening to him laugh all the way down the hall.

The moment the sound of his laughter faded along with the shock over what had just happened, I smacked Peter’s arm.

“You invited my brother over and then thought it was a good idea to fuck on the couch right when he was supposed to get here?” I demanded.

He winced at first and then gave me a look that made my flagging erection start to lift straight back up.

Without warning, he gripped me by the waist and flipped me onto my back on the cushions. Damn, he was so strong. I wasn’t used to being manhandled so easily and my dick agreed, hardening the rest of the way.

He bent forward, pressed his lips to my ear and then bit the lobe.

I jerked.

“I’m not falling for that bitchy exterior anymore,” he informed me.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that if you were climbing on top of me, pressing that ass against my cock, I wasn’t exactly thinking about your brother. I forgot he even existed.”

“Fair enough.”

He gripped my bare ass, squeezing and then pulling the cheeks apart, stretching my hole for him, giving his cock room to get back to it.

I groaned, my body reacting to him as though nothing had interrupted us.

We fucked until I was too sore to get back to bed, and then Peter picked me up and carried me to his bedroom.

We didn’t sleep a wink.

Chapter Six

Peter

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