Chapter 132: Spin the Bottle, Grind the Throttle
Rei placed the bottle down with a soft clink.
"Truth or Dare. Classic, right? But with a twist: no skips, no backing out. Keep it fun, but fair."
The reaction was immediate. Mac and Drex perked up like dogs hearing dinner bells, exchanging a grin.
"Pussy paradise incoming," Mac muttered under his breath, Drex nodding eagerly.
"Finally, some action."
Jaz fidgeted on the couch, her earlier pervy haze lingering. She glanced at Nash, then away, biting her lip.
This might be it... a chance to get freaky with him, finally.
Her heart raced at the thought.
Aiko peeked more openly now, her shyness melting under the game’s promise. Her Lust ticked up to 70% in Nash’s scan.
Holy shit, this might be bad if I’m with him...
But the thrill was undeniable. She couldn’t look away.
Nash stayed outwardly chill, arm draped casually around Sarra’s waist. But his eyes scanned the room, Hina’s Lust at 80%, her smile predatory, saying ’I’ll eat you’, Kai’s curiosity spiking, her glances turning dangerously at him.
He was in the eye of the storm.
Holy shit... This could get wild fast.
The group circled up on couches and beanbags, shifting positions. Rei placed the bottle in the center.
"Rules are simple. Bottle spins, lands on you, Truth or Dare. You pick. No skips, no ’too embarrassed.’ Keep it spicy but within reason." She winked. "We’re not kids here."
She spun the bottle first. It whirled, clattering, slowing... landing squarely on Hina.
Hina clapped, bouncing with excitement.
"Dare! Hit me!"
Rei smirked.
"Dance for us. Something sexy."
Hina stood slowly, a smile spreading across her face. Her eyes locked briefly on Nash as she swayed her hips. Everyone got silent.
She started slow, hips rolling in a hypnotic figure-eight. Her hands traced her curves, sliding up her thighs, teasing the hem of her skirt.
The fabric rode up, revealing a flash of black lace panties, sheer enough to hint at the shadow beneath.
She bit her lip, gaze never leaving Nash’s. The scent of her perfume drifted toward him, intoxicating.
Her dance grew bolder. She turned, arching her back, her ass swaying inches from Nash’s face.
The lace strained against her full cheeks, the thin fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. She ground the air, hips thrusting in slow, circles. A soft moan escaped her lips, low and throaty, as she glanced over her shoulder, eyes hooded.
Then she dropped into a deep squat, knees wide, facing Nash. Her skirt rode high, the black lace on full display, damp at the center.
She rocked forward, grinding against the air just inches from his crotch.
Her breath hitched, and she leaned in, her cleavage spilling from her top.
"Like what you see, Nashy?" she whispered, voice husky.
She rose, turning to straddle the air above his lap, never touching but close enough to feel her heat.
Her hips rolled, a slow, sensual grind, her scent was overwhelming now, drowning him, warm skin, that sweet vanilla musk.
Nash’s control was his best friend, but damn, the efforts he had to do were ridiculous.
Then when he thought that it couldn’t get wilder, with a final thrust, she pressed her ass back against his crotch, grinding hard for one breathless second.
The room erupted. Mac and Drex stared, mouths agape, hands subtly adjusting themselves. Jaz shifted, thighs pressing together, her face flushed. Aiko was stunned for a second, then she looked away quickly.
Hina hopped up, smoothing her skirt with an innocent grin.
"Just setting the mood," she chirped, winking. "We’re not kids here."
The heat had risen, eeryone murmuring something.
"Wow, that was... intense," Alicia said, fanning herself.
Kai whistled, impressed, while Sarra’s grip tightened on Nash’s arm, a possessive glint in her eyes. Rei raised an eyebrow, amused, in opposite to Miko who looked scandalized, adjusting her glasses. Jinzo just scowled, muttering about "sluts."
Hina sauntered back to her seat with a bounce that made her chest jiggle.
The bottle spun again.
Clatter... clatter... stop. Alicia.
"Truth!" she declared, chin up, though her fingers twisted in her lap.
Rei leaned forward.
"Urgh... Fine. Worst hookup story. Spill."
Alicia froze, she thought she had escaped the worse but now she had to rethink twice.
"I... Well... I didn’t do it a lot... Like maybe once before... hm... well, so, if I have to chose... my worst experience...."
She hesitated, looking really conflicted about telling it, which made the others eager to learn everything.
Finally, she gulped, looking down.
"Well... it wasn’t that bad..." she stammered, getting redder through her freckles. "It was... my first time. With Nash."
A collective gasp rippled through the room.
"I was... pathetic. Couldn’t fit him properly so I didn’t go all the way. It was so embarrassing..." She hugged herself, voice small, while many gazes turned to Nash.
The poor guy was dying inside, at this point it was better to become a statue than looking at Sarra ot Aiko.
"I was so ashamed." Alicia continued, then she looked up, eyes fixing Nash. "But I got better! Right, Nash? Tell them!"
Nash smiling, yeah, she killed him here. He nodded anyway.
"Yeah. You did." Simple. Factual. No need to elaborate further.
Alicia beamed, relief washing over her.
"See? I can totally satisfy him now."
The bottle spun once more. Landed on Kai. She grinned, sharp and playful.
"This game is only good with action, so dare!"
Rei’s smile turned wicked. Oh, she was going to give it to her.
"Lap dance. Someone. Your pick."
The assignment asked anyone, but at this moment, only one name was on everyone’s lips, and the concerned knew it.
Kai’s eyes snapped to Nash.
"Him."
She stood, cracking her knuckles, trying to play it cool. But a faint blush crept up her neck.
She approached Nash, hips swaying with exaggerated confidence.
She started awkwardly, all stiff shoulders and jerky movements. Her hands fluttered near his shoulders, not quite touching.
She tried a hip roll, stumbled, and the room erupted in playful boos. Hina and Nia jeered loudest.
"Get off the stage!" Nia yelled, laughing.
Kai flushed, annoyed.
"Shut up! I’m warming up!"
She took a breath, closed her eyes for a second, and when she opened them, something shifted. Her movements smoothed, became fluid.
She lowered herself slowly, more controlled, until she was straddling Nash’s lap, her crotch pressed flush against his.
She locked eyes with him, a challenge in her gaze.
"Better?" she murmured, her voice lower now. Then she began to grind.
Slow at first, circular rotations of her hips. Left, right, a teasing pressure against his growing hardness.
At this point... It control wasn’t on the menu, especially with everyone’s lust above 65%.
Nash’s hands hesitantly settled on her waist, feeling the heat through her thin shorts, the flex of muscle beneath smooth skin.
Her abs were subtly defined, soft, yet firm belly. She smelled a little like salt, with sweat beading at her temples.
Her breath hitched as she pushed forward, grinding harder against the ridge of his cock straining against his pant.
A soft gasp escaped her lips.
"Mmm... that’s... good," she breathed, almost to herself.
Her eyes closed for a moment. The friction was building, heat pooling low in Nash’s belly, mirrored in the flush spreading down Kai’s neck.
Dazzling, amazing. This friction could make one crazy. All her weight on his crotch and it was only a soft pressure, like a hand pushing his dick down, rubbing in many ways.
She shifted, grinding backward now, her ass pressing down, then forward again, harder, faster.
And he wasn’t alone. She too seemed to enjoy it.
Her movements lost their playfulness, turning urgent, desperate. Her head tipped back, a low moan vibrating in her throat.
"Fuck... feels... so thick..." she whispered, hips pistoning. "Rubbing... just right..."
Nash’s grip tightened. He pressed her down firmly against his crotch, grinding her back, intensifying the friction. She let out a sharp cry.
"Yes! Like that!" Her hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging in. "Harder... grind me... make me feel it..."
The room was silent now, stunned. No more boos. Jaz’s mouth hung open. Hina watched, rapt, licking her lips. Aiko’s knuckles were trembling where she gripped her skirt. Sarra’s eyes narrowed.
This wasn’t a game anymore.
Kai was lost. Her moans grew louder, ragged.
"So hot... Nash... fuck... you... feels so good..."
Her hips bucked wildly, shamelessly, riding the ridge of his cock through their clothes.
A dark patch bloomed on her shorts where she ground against him, dampness seeping through. "Can’t... stop... gonna... oh shit..."
Miko shot up.
"Okay! That’s enough you two!"
Her voice cut through the haze. Alicia jumped in, helping her to pull Kai off Nash.
"Yeah, dare’s over!"
Kai blinked, dazed, her movements slowing. She looked down at the wet spot on Nash’s jeans, then at her own shorts, mortification dawning.
She scrambled off him, trying to salvage her pride.
"Heh... Hehe! T-thank me later," she stammered, avoiding his eyes, voice shaky. "That was... premium service."
Nash met her gaze, a slow, smirk playing on his lips.
You have no idea how thankful I am.
It didn’t just fell good, it was an answer, because now he had a path to reach Aiko.
Around him, Lust levels spiked again, Hina 85%, Aiko 78%, Jaz 82%, meaning that sooner or later, it would peak, and once it would, if Aiko could reach 100% that way and dive in, he was sure to succeed the quest.
Looks like the correct decision is to have this orgy after all.