Larry’s resistance crumbled like the final walls of a long-sieged fortress, each exhale surrendering to Cheyenne’s persistent patience. He exhaled, a shudder running through him as she explored him, finding a rhythm that coaxed moans from his lips. “Tell me, Larry. She wrapped her hand around his swollen cock, a surge of warmth against his cool flesh, and then her lips followed, encasing him in moist heat while never taking her eyes from his. Her fingertips brushed against an object that didn’t match the texture of scarves or lingerie. What would Erin have said to you if she had come into this house when I first did? Her words sent a jolt of exhilaration through him. “Let’s play truth or dare,” Cheyenne said, wanting to get the real party started. In the afterglow, their bodies still a tangle of limbs and shared warmth, Cheyenne’s hand slid away from the curve of Larry’s hip, reaching for the strap-on that lay within arm’s reach. Cheyenne’s hands were everywhere, tracing the contours of his body with an artist’s precision, mapping out areas of tension and replacing them with a sense of
