“You don’t have to,” Henry said, but Libby waved him away, sliding her bra straps down and tossing it to the side of the tub. After that, he couldn’t speak or even think, and wouldn’t have protested again even if he could have. She was just too beautiful for him to comprehend, more beautiful than he’d imagined and yet just as he’d dreamed.
When she took her panties off, tossing those aside, too, he glimpsed a thrilling view of a triangle of naturally red pubic hair before she sat, sinking under the cover of the water, arms across her chest.
“Henry.” Libby handed him the bottle and her fingers brushed his. Maybe even intentionally, he thought, because they lingered there too long, as did her gaze on him. “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” He would have told her anything. Anything at all. He took two swigs of alcohol, his head swimming.
She smiled, and it was clearly just for him. “Blondes, brunettes, or redheads?”
“Redheads,” he assured her, and seeing the way her eyes brightened at his response made his cock harder than it had been all night.
“Hey!” Beside him, Elaine protested, punching him in the shoulder. She did that with the hand not busy under his boxers. It was more annoying than painful, and he turned his attention reluctantly back to the girl he was supposed to be out on a date with.
“Elaine.” He handed her the Jack Daniels. “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” She took two greedy pulls on the bottle, eyes bright.
He couldn’t think of anything, so he asked the first question that came to his mind when he thought of Elaine. “Team Edward or Team Jacob?”
She laughed. “Are you kidding me? Team Jacob, all the way.” Turning, she handed the bottle over. “Dean. Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” He took two very long drinks. The bottle was now half-gone.
“Who was the last girl you had sex with?” Elaine asked and Henry felt her fingernails again, tickling his balls this time. He glanced over at Dean, realizing his roommate was caught. He was going to have to admit it, unless he switched to a Dare. Although Henry secretly hoped he wouldn’t. Considering the direction the game had gone tonight, he didn’t want to imagine what Elaine might dare him to do.
“Missy Kline,” Dean confessed.
“Hey, she’s in my psych class!” Elaine was getting very drunk, very fast, already starting to slur her words. “When?”
“You didn’t ask me that.” Dean’s teeth flashed as he handed her back the bottle. “Elaine. Truth or Dare.”
“Truth.” She took two drinks, her eyes glazed.
Dean moved in for the kill. “Why did your boyfriend break up with you?”
“No,” Libby protested, glaring at Dean.
“Dare.” Elaine changed her mind, shaking her head. “I’ll take a Dare.”
“Okay…I dare you to…” Dean studied the room, first Libby, who continued to glare at him, then Henry and Elaine. Making up his mind, he looked at his roommate as he said, “I dare you to give Henry a blowjob. While we all watch.”
“Uh…no.” Henry was already protesting, moving away from the girl beside him. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh come on, Henry.” Dean waggled his eyebrows. “You know you get off on being watched.”
“Hey…” Henry gave him a dirty look, but Elaine was moving toward him, her hand already up under his boxers. He gulped, meeting her bleary eyes. “You don’t have to.”
Elaine turned, sticking her tongue out at Dean. “I’m not doing this because you dared me to.”
And then she was on him, pushing Henry back so he was sitting on the edge of the tub and climbing into his lap, her hand still in his boxers.
“Elaine!”
Henry heard Libby protest and knew it was a bad idea, that he needed to stop this, right now. But Elaine was crawling all over him, and although she was tiny, it felt like the girl had a thousand hands. Once she had his boxers down and his cock in her mouth, it was all over. He hadn’t jerked off in…hell, he didn’t know how long. A week at least. And he was aching to come after all Elaine’s attention-that, coupled with their suggestive game of Truth or Dare and sitting in the hot tub with two naked girls, was his downfall.
He didn’t stand a chance.
“Wait!” That’s all he managed as Elaine stroked his shaft, her mouth and tongue like slick, hot silk up and down his cock. She sucked him fast and hard, her bare breasts rubbing up against him. He could feel her hard nipples brushing against his thighs as she worked his dick in and out of her hot little mouth. He glanced down at her wet, blonde head, her big, blue eyes tilted up at him, and groaned. No way. He was going to come in her mouth. Just like that. He couldn’t stop anything now.
“Oh fuck.” He closed his eyes, grimacing, his balls drawn up tight, and when she cupped them, her fingernails lightly raking there as if she could coax his cum out with the motion, he gave her just what she was looking for.
Henry groaned, his hips bucking, spilling his cum into her greedy mouth. He knew there would be a lot and he heard her gag, but he couldn’t stop thrusting. Her mouth felt so fucking good! He grabbed her hair and she whimpered a protest as he shuddered and shoved himself in deeper, wanting more of her tongue, that sweet, lashing, pink tongue.
“Sorry,” Henry gasped, the first bit of awareness coming back to him. He heard Dean swearing, saying something about the hot tub.
“Why didn’t you swallow it?” Dean swore again and Henry lifted his head to see him standing behind Elaine. “They’re supposed to test the water tomorrow!”
Henry half-sat up on his elbows, seeing his waning cock, trapped by the elastic edge of his boxers, and Elaine’s wet face, covered and dripping with his cum.
“I couldn’t swallow it all,” Elaine panted, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. “It was too much!”
That’s when Henry realized he couldn’t see Libby. He heard something behind him, a shuffling sound, and when he glanced back, he saw her almost fully dressed, pulling on her jacket.
“Hey.” Henry sat fully now, shoving himself back into his boxers and standing. He glanced back once guiltily at Elaine, but he couldn’t just let Libby go. “Wait. Libby, wait!”
She didn’t look back as she opened the French doors and went through them. He swore, grabbing his clothes and going after her, not thinking twice, but stopping every few steps to pull something else on-jeans, shirt, shoes. He shoved his socks in his jacket pocket as he shrugged it on, hurrying out of the front door of the frat house.
She was already almost to the end of the block.
“Libby!” He called after her, breaking into a run. His phone rang in his jeans pocket and he swore again, pulling it out, sure it was Dean.
It was his mother. He shoved it back into his pocket, still running toward Libby, almost there now. She was walking fast, but she was only walking.
“Libby!” He grabbed her arm, whirling her around. “I’m sorry. Libby, I’m so sorry.”
“Whatever.” She waved him away, turning and starting to walk again.
“I’m drunk.” Some excuse, he thought, glancing over at her. Her head was down, her wet hair stuck to her cheeks. “It was stupid. I didn’t…”
“Henry.” She stopped. “Just don’t.” She blinked at him, her mouth working, as if she was looking for something to say. “I should never have…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes looked wet in the moonlight. “Let’s just forget tonight, okay?”
“But-” His phone rang again and he dug it out of his pocket and flipped it open. His mother again. Damnit.
“You should answer that.” She turned and started walking again. “See you around, Henry.”
He took a deep breath, turning from Libby as she walked away and answered his phone.
“Hello?”
“Henry!” His mother’s concerned voice came through the phone so loudly he held it away from his ear. “Are you okay?”
He glanced back and saw Libby turn the corner. “I’m fine, Mom.”