Okay, here's the next bit. One thing...you just have to imagine that they're all a bit pissed because, reading over it, that really doesn't come across. For those of you that have requested more soon...Enjoy :)
PART TEN John Paul
"You uh...Craig you need to take your shirt off " I say, trying my goddamn hardest to make it sound casual, like I ask my best mate to strip off all the time. In for a penny in for a pound right? His eyes fly to mine but his fingers start work on the buttons, drawing them through the holes so fucking slowly I think I might die from anticipation alone. Blimey, if I didn't know better, I'd think he was doing it on purpose. I can tell from the way his tongue sweeps over his lips and the way he's glancing around at everyone else that he's just nervous though. Hell I would be, I am and yet the thought of a man doing something like this with me is, well for me it's completely natural.
He finally gets his shirt unfastened and it's like everyone else in the room fades into the background. He kneels up and his gaze flicks to the side but then comes straight back to me, dark brown orbs staring back as he lifts one shoulder, shrugging out of the white material to reveal a sleeveless t shirt of the same colour. His eyes hold a question and at my nod of acquiesce he tugs the soft cotton from his jeans and starts to raise that up too, inch by glorious inch over the flat, hard planes of his stomach and chest, revealing the gorgeously smooth, caramel toned skin beneath. He gathers the material and lifts it over his head, his abdomen muscles tautening as his arms stretch up. Then he's standing there, naked from the waist up, his discarded t shirt dangling loosely from his fingers until he drops it onto Sarah's lap, his eyes never leaving mine and by God, he's the epitome of sexy and adorable, what with that cute little tuft of hair that's now sticking up on his head.
Fuck! I clear my throat, my tongue wetting my lips as I gesture to the carpet.
"Lie down...on your front"I say softly but not so softly that it gives away my true feelings, at least, I hope not. I bite my lip to stop myself from giggling aloud, finding it totally unbelievable that my voice actually sounds kind of normal as I give him instruction. He settles down on the floor, his face a whisper from Spike's as he leans in and reaches between me and my boyfriend to snag a cushion. Jeezus, I can feel the warmth radiating from him as his skin almost comes into contact with mine. I'll barely have the ice cube on him at this rate and it'll have melted.
He tosses the cushion onto the floor and lies down, his chin resting on his folded arms on top of it, the rest of him flat against the carpet. I want to ask if he's comfy but then I have to remind myself that everyone else is waiting and to them, this isn't the most romantic thing they've ever done, it's a game, it's just me that's seeing this as sensual and sexy. I can imagine this is real, even if it only lasts the length of time it takes for an ice cube to melt.
I reach out across the table to the glass and dip my fingers in until I capture one of the cubes, a big, full one, quickly popping it between my teeth so it doesn't melt any faster. Craig hears the clinking sound and turns his head, a small smile playing at his lips when he sees me kneeling there with it ready in my mouth, then he turns his head away once more and leaves me to it. I cast a quick glance around the group and then block all but one of them from my mind. Then, spurred on by the knowing look and encouragement in Hannah's eyes, I lean forward, bracing myself on my palms and knees where they straddle Craig's legs and sides.
He gasps, his back arching up as a drop of ice cold water drips from the ice cube in my mouth onto the small of his back, another drop joining it in quick succession. Swallowing around it, realising I'd best get a move on, I dip my head until the cube touches the shadowed indentation at the base of his spine, resting in the hollow when I let go of it to get a better grip. His hips jerk at the contact, his bum lifting towards me, muscles tensing in his backside and beneath his shoulders as the icy coldness hits him full on.
Fuck me! I have to clench my knuckles into the carpet to stop myself from reaching out and cupping his arse, screw my eyes shut tight in an attempt to compose myself and resist the almost overwhelming temptation I feel to squeeze and kneed his bum which, clad in those sexy jeans of his, appears to be begging to be touched. I wait a second for the wave of desire to pass and then, licking my lips, I take a hold again, this time holding the ice cube further in my mouth so my lips can graze over his skin. Inhaling through my nose to breath, I capture his scent, that familiar hint of citrus and musk that never fails to provoke a reaction from me. I'm already impossibly stiff but catching a whiff of his masculine fragrance, my dick presses even harder at my jeans until it's almost painful.
Holding the ice cube between my teeth is making my jaw hurt, at least that's the excuse I tell myself as I suck it into my mouth to get the excess water from it. Then, mouth more relaxed, I drop the slightly smaller cube onto his back, my lips and tongue licking, flicking, tasting his deliciously warm skin, my tongue nudging the ice cube up the length of his spine. He shivers, the skin on his upper arms breaking out in goosebumps as the ice starts to melt on him, his cool flesh warming back up when I sip up the water, my breath fanning onto his skin.
When I get past the dip in his back and start towards his shoulders, I suck the cube back into my mouth, holding it on my tongue as I kiss my way up...up...up all the way to the nape of his neck, my taste buds zinging and exploding on my tongue as I lick up the fine sheen of sweat that's coating his skin there. He shivers again and this time, with the coolness somewhat mellowed in my mouth, I'm sure it's in response to my touch and not the freezing cold ice.
Sensing I only have a little time left as the ice continues to melt, I part my lips, tonguing the cube into my cheek so I can use my lips to kiss and suck over his heated skin, using the duel element of hot and cold in my mouth to tease a light moan from him, the sound vibrating beneath my lips as they skim across his throat. I part them, my tongue flicking over his pulse lightly, a groan escaping my lips and whispering over the pulsing nerve as I feel the rapid fluttering beneath it. Then with one last suck and flick of my tongue, the ice cube disappears, leaving me no excuse to linger any longer.
I'm just about to pull away, show the group that the ice cube has melted and is completely gone when he sighs, the soft mewling sound barely audible but there as he tilts his head a little to the side, elongating and exposing his neck to me. Glancing at his face for the first time since I started, I'm startled to see his big brown eyes staring back at me, the intense, liquid heat in them obscured to everyone else beneath the blanket of his lashes and the turn of his face. He makes that sound again, like a whisper and I take advantage, before I give myself chance to change my mind, placing my open mouth against his throat, kissing my way to the hyper sensitive skin just beneath his ear. He shivers or trembles, not sure which, as my hot breath caresses over his flesh, my tongue darting out to lave and suck lightly at his ear lobe.
"I think the ice cube's gone mate" Lewis says, smirking over at me. Craig turns his head, Sarah and Spike look relieved and the rest of them just turn away and get ready for the next go as I make a show of running my tongue around inside my mouth to check that...yep, it really has gone. Who'd have thought it? I sit back on my hunches, watching as Craig lifts himself up and away, turning his back on all of us as he puts his t shirt and shirt back on, me taking the chance to grab the cushion he was resting on and strategically but casually folding my arms around it on my lap.
"Who's spin is it?" Craig turns and raises his hand but avoids looking at anyone and it's at that point I notice he's flushed, the tanned hue tinged a shade or two darker beneath his neck and on his cheeks, his skin covered in a blush, heated. Crap! That's it, I've blown it. I tilt my head, willing him to look at me, not that I'll know what the heck to do if he does but he doesn't, he keeps his gaze fastened stoically on the bottle in the centre of the room. Shit! I should've known I'd end up embarrassing him by doing something as intimate as that with the ice cube. Why the fuck didn't I just drop it on his back and leave it there in that lovely, deep hollow of his until it was completely melted?
Craig spins the bottle so hard it twirls out and towards Freddy, knocking against his knee causing him to wince and rub the assaulted area, laughing and grimacing in equal measures as Craig mumbles an apology, giving the bottle another spin. This one lands on Sarah who then spins it a bit pathetically making it land back on Craig. He shrugs, his hand going to the back of his neck, rubbing on it furiously as he asks Nancy and Freddy what the rules are for making up the dare, seeing as it's him that should've been issuing it in the first place.
"Tell you what, why don't we liven things up a bit yeah?" Freddy says, addressing the group as a whole. Liven things up? Things had already got pretty damn lively as far as I was concerned, what on earth could liven it up...more? I mean, come on, my dick is still having a party in my pants. He leans into Nancy and whispers something in her ear, making her whole face light up with a smile, another unladylike snort of pleasure escaping her as she nods her head.
"How's that then?" Sarah asks, head tilted to the side, models pout firmly in place.
"Have you seen that film 13 going on 30?" Nancy asks, grinning even wider as choruses of yes's and no's reverberate around the room. "Alright, whatever. Anyway, there's this game, 'Seven minutes in heaven', we spin the bottle and whoever it lands on gets led to a closet or whatever and then someone joins them and..."
"And?"
"Use your imagination, anything goes, they've got seven minutes" she says flippantly. Looking around, I check out the different expressions, ranging from delight on Hannah's as she discreetly checks out Lewis, to the look of skeptisism on Spike's face and indecision on Craig's. Nancy sees that not everyone is sold on the idea but forges ahead anyway. "Look, it's a bit dated but it'll be fun" she persuades. Eventually everyone's in agreement, though I can see that both Spike and Craig aren't exactly thrilled at the idea, no doubt the dare we'd shared earlier putting Craig off a bit and the thought of ending up in a confined space with a horny girl making Spike cringe. Still, like Nancy said, it'd be a laugh.
"Right then, the rules are, no talking, no touching to feel out who it is...you can touch but it's the first person in that instigates it. If someone says no then that's it, you have to stop. Other than that, have fun" she says, knocking back the rest of her drink as she rounds off her little speech.
"It's a bit childish isn't it?" Spike asks, still not completely sold with the whole idea. Nancy arches an eyebrow, looking thoughtful and, well, more than just a little bit pissed.
"Tell you what then, first person in gets blindfolded and their hands tied, that way, you don't know who you're in there with, fair enough?" she looks around the group, chuffed to bits when no one else says anything and then reaches for the bottle and spins it, Craig and Sarah's last match completely forgotten, much, it has to be said, to my utmost relief. "Oh, one last thing..." Nancy looks from one of us to the other, expression deadly serious. "What happens in the closet, stays in the closet" she says with a wink and maybe the most spontaneous, infectious giggle I've even heard from her.
"Right then...ooh Hannah!"
Hannah's eyes go round and her mouth hangs open when the bottle points to her, standing reluctantly as instructed, waiting patiently for our friend to come back in. Seeing as I'm sitting beside Hannah, Nancy hands me the fancy scarf to secure around her wrists whilst she goes about sorting this black sleep mask/blindfold thing over Hannah's eyes. Then she leads her out of the room and completely out of the flat towards the utility closet on the first floor landing.
"Have fun!" she calls out in a sing song voice as she gives our friend a gentle shove inside and closes the door.
"Who's going to be joining her then?" Nancy asks, her eyes passing over the group as she spins the bottle once more. Closing my eyes, I send up a silent prayer that it doesn't land on me because that would be just too awkward. Then I remember the kiss I witnessed earlier between Hannah and Craig and suddenly my worry isn't about me anymore. Oh please God, don't let it be Craig.
"Lewis!...oops, shh!" Nancy giggles, her finger at her lips as she calls out the other blokes name. Thank God for small mercies. Lewis looks chuffed to bits that it's him the bottle landed on and merrily gets on his way, throwing us a wink and grinning at Freddy's thumbs up as he pulls open the door. We all stay quite so she can't rule out anyone from the game, listening intently at the flat door for a second to check they aren't talking before making our way back into the flat.
"Seven minutes to kill then...truth or dare anyone?"
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