Chapter 53. Taste Me

Asher tossed the ping-pong ball directly into a waiting cup. Willow extracted the dare from beneath it. "Talk dirty to your mate for two minutes."

I couldn't help the groan that slipped out and suggested, "Maybe it would be better to skip that one, and just drink."

One of Hycinth's eyebrows went up. She studied me, and then turned to Willow with a smirk, "I'm in."

So that was it. She was going to kill me with a slow torture of arousal. Fuck it. There were worse ways to die.

"Couches, gentlemen," Brian instructed.

Hycinth made her way to me, brow furrowed as she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. It was evident she was trying to decide what to say. I chuckled at her deep concentration. She didn't have any experience, per se. Maybe this wouldn't be the end of me, after all. Yeah, I could handle this.

She straddled my lap, facing me, and pressed close, her lips brushing my ear. I couldn't help teasing, "Did you decide what you're going to say?"