CHAPTER SIX

BENJAMIN’S POV

“Fine, I’m in,” Cindy declared, her tone sharp enough to cut glass, eyes spiking straight at Anna.

“Shouldn’t we get more covered up?” Beatrice asked, her voice tinged with concern, though her gaze betrayed something else entirely.

Since we were in a beach house, no one really cared about getting dressed. The girls had their bikinis on, and us guys were bare-chested in just our shorts.

Clara giggled coyly, scanning everyone’s expressions, “Alright, everyone, change of plans,” she announced, “I’ve got a new twist for this game.”

I arched a brow, bracing myself for whatever insanity was about to unfold.

“Instead of stripping, the loser of each round gets blindfolded,” she continued, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Then everyone else switches seats, and anyone the loser points at… has to make out with them for five minutes. It could be less than five minutes, but five minutes is the max. The game has no rules, no boundaries!”

I nearly choked on my wine, “You’re insane,” I said, laughing.

Clara’s smirk only widened, “Insane? Maybe. Fun? Absolutely. Who’s in?”

I knew this game. Hell, Clara and I practically invented it years back. Don’t blame horny young adults because when you find yourself among hot strangers that you desperately wanna make out with, you improvise, and test boundaries. And Clara? She loved testing boundaries. Yet, bringing it up here, man, that’s a horrible idea. What if someone gets to touch Beatrice in a way that makes me want to burn this whole place down?

However, before I could object, the room erupted with eager, flirtatious agreement. Cindy practically purred, April clapped her hands, and Anna’s wicked grin made me gulp down hard. Beatrice’s gaze locked on me, smoldering like she was already planning something deadly.

It was only a matter of time before Clara laid everything out—the cards, a couple of spoons, and a napkin twisted into a blindfold.

The table, glossy and round, seemed like a stage waiting for chaos, and the seating arrangement was brutal. I ended up sandwiched between Clara and Anna. Beatrice was beside April across me, and Cindy positioned herself perfectly between Freddie and Anthony.

“Ready?” Clara asked, waving the deck.

I gripped my chair tightly, trying to act casual while my heart pounded. Just then, Anna leaned toward me, her leg brushing mine under the table. That simple contact sent jolts through me. Meanwhile, Beatrice’s fingers traced the rim of her wine glass slowly and deliberately, her eyes pinned on me.

I tried to focus on the card, I really did. But Anna shifted again, pressing her thigh against mine. What did I ever do to deserve this torture? Anna smirked wickedly, and I could bet she was enjoying seeing me uneasy.

Across from me, Beatrice stretched, reaching for a card, and her cleavage nearly spilled over. My fingers itched to touch, to grab, to drag her onto my lap, to make her forget Anthony even existed. But I couldn’t, at least not with everyone here.

The first round started. Cards slapped, spoons clattered, people shrieked and cursed as the game turned cutthroat fast. And then… Anna lost.

She got up and sauntered to face everyone. Then, Clara grabbed the napkin and wrapped it around Anna’s eyes, placing a kiss on Anna’s cheeks before resuming her seat.

In a rush, we changed our seating arrangement, and Clara made the final call.

Blindfolded, Anna stumbled forward, unsteady, lips slightly parted, as she bit into them. My eyes were stuck in slow motion as I cautiously followed her finger, and eventually, it landed on April.

April froze for a heartbeat before her gaze darted to Freddie, who nodded slightly, giving consent. As Anna took off her blindfold, a satisfying grin stretched across her face.

We resumed our initial sitting arrangement, and slowly, Anna strode toward April, and before April could say a word, Anna crossed her leg over and sat on April, her lips crashing against hers without a moment’s pause—hungry and unrelenting.

Their tongues collided, twirling, battling, seeking dominance, plunging deep into each other’s mouths as if swallowing air would never be enough. Anna’s hands roamed, sneaking under April’s bra, cupping, teasing, massaging her breasts with firm, eager fingers. April moaned, melting into the touch, arching slightly, pressing hard back against Anna.

Anna kissed down April’s throat, her tongue trailing wet lines, and then tugged April’s bikini top down just far enough to expose a nipple. She sucked it into her mouth greedily, moaning like it fed her.

Anna’s legs clamped tighter around April. She was gone. Her hips were rocking shamelessly as she grinded herself against April’s leg. The sloppy, wet sounds of their mouths and the desperate little cries spilling out of April filled the room, thick and heavy, impossible to ignore.

My c*ck throbbed so hard it almost exploded.

Everyone was watching. Some laughed nervously, some pretended to sip their drinks, but nobody looked away. Because hell, I couldn’t be the only one enjoying this.

April grabbed Anna’s butt, tight as ever, as Anna kept sucking on her nipples and grinding her. April gasped helplessly, yet shamelessly craving more. The scent of p*ssy, sweat, and desire filled the room.

When the timer buzzed, they pulled apart reluctantly. Then, Anna sucked on April’s lips one more time before returning to take her seat beside me.

However, what she did next prompted my c*ck to ache harder. She slipped her hand into her bikini bottom, pulled out a finger slick with her own arousal, and licked it slowly, her eyes set on me, as she finally winked at me… Damn..

My head was already messed up, but we continued the game. Next up, Anthony lost.

He was then blindfolded, and the rest of us switched positions. For some reason, my mind drifted back to that hot session between April and Anna, and I didn’t even realize when Anthony finally pointed.

It was the laughter of the group that brought me back, only to realize that Anthony’s finger landed on me.

“Fuck no!” I barked.

Anthony ripped off the blindfold with urgency, and a disgusted look stamped on his face when he realized that he had chosen me.

“This can’t happen,” he muttered, laughing nervously.

Clara’s eyes narrowed, “The game makes no exceptions, so you must abide by the rules.”

I groaned, protesting, but the laughter, teasing, and smirks around the table made it impossible to pass on this one.

Begrudgingly, Anthony walked toward me, disgust pooling in my stomach with every step.

Our lips met in a quick, awkward press, hardly more than a brush. His mouth was firm, teasingly aggressive, and we parted immediately, both brushing at our lips as if to erase the encounter. The room erupted in laughter, teasing, and pretend disgust.

Next, Cindy lost, and her choice was Freddie. She didn’t even hesitate. It was as if she had it planned all along. She made her way over to Freddie and straddled him by extending her long, smooth legs.

As she sat on his thighs, Freddie’s hands roamed aggressively and hungrily. Her lips smashed against his, teeth clashing, tongues writhing and exploring without hesitation. She moaned low, pushing her body into him, gasping and tugging at his pants. Freddie responded with equal ferocity, thrusting his hips slightly, groaning deep.

Meanwhile, April’s face twisted, and her jaw clenched slightly as she tried to look away, but just couldn’t.

Freddie, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of Cindy. He gripped her by the waist, lifting her slightly before twisting her around until her ass pressed back against him. Cindy’s head fell back, a raw cry ripping from her throat.

Suddenly, my cards fell to the floor as I was lost in the moment. I bent down to pick up my cards, and in that moment, I saw Freddie’s finger, pumping into Cindy’s p*ssy without restraint. He was finger-fucking her right there in front of everyone. I couldn’t take my eyes off, and for a brief moment, I caught a glance at Cindy’s shaved pussy. She was drenched, dripping down his hand, as her legs quivered.

God help me! My cock throbbed violently, straining painfully under my shorts. I cursed under my breath, heat pooling deep in my gut. I was so f*cking turned on.

Talk about the worst timing—Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. My head shot up from under the table, irritation already ripping through my skin, only to see it was Clara.

I was this close to snapping at her when she leaned in and whispered, “Ready to switch things up?”

I swallowed hard, grinning, because I knew exactly what she meant.