“Let's play Truth or Dare.” I suggested after what was bound to be my fifth beer bottle for the night. The world seemed to tilt as I sat up and leaned back in my drunken state. God, I was so fucked, and horny.

“Okay,” Ryan agreed almost immediately, as if he'd been contemplating a suitable distraction from the shitty 80's movie we'd been watching. He leaned over and switched off the TV, rubbing his thighs. “Whoah, you seem drunk. I'd suggest you head up to bed instead.”

“No.” I belched, brain fuzzy. “I-I'm completely fine. Let's just get on with the damn game. You ready to milk my secrets out of me?”

He chuckled, leaning back and giving me room to crawl up onto his thighs. I purred as I rested my head against his chest, while he pulled his arms around me, drawing me even closer. “How did we get this far, Ryan...” I mumbled out of nowhere, small dots appearing in the line of my vision. “How did we end up like this?”

“The answer to that, Sir Sam is simple. I blackmailed you to it.”

I gave off a small chortle at his sarcasm. “Yeah, right. Like you held me down and forced your stick up my shithole.” We both knew it wasn't blackmail. I'd let him fuck me because I wanted to. It was highly consensual, even though I might regret my decisions in future.