Chapter 3

Daniel’s POV

“Kylan, sorry” I blurted out, my voice cracking halfway through as I sat there frozen on Dylan’s lap, my ass still pressed right against the thick ridge of his cock straining through his gym shorts. 

My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat, and every little shift I made just rubbed me against him more, sending these stupid sparks up my spine.

Kylan leaned forward on the couch, his eyes dark and locked on where my thighs squeezed around Dylan’s hips. 

“Alright, my turn then. Daniel, truth or dare?”

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore how Dylan’s hands were still gripping my...