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“Okay, get over here.”
His eyebrows knit together. “Over where?”
“Over here,” the trouble-making woman said. “Right here. Since you like playing musical chairs so much, I dare you to sit in this armchair for the rest of the game.”
She stood and beckoned toward the vacant chair, which would complete the hat trick of butts it had supported once he sat in it. Other than his surprise that the scheming woman hadchosen such a mundane dare, he didn’t hesitate. Leaving Anna’s side, he walked over to Avril, where their eyes met.
Finally, his instincts caught up with him. Something was off. Avril didn’t just show mercy on people. But he couldn’t parse why he should be wary, even if he knew he should be.
“Go on, it’s still warm,” she said.
So, he did. He should have realized what was coming, for not a moment after he settled into his new chair, Avril sat down.
On his lap.
He was too slow to stop her, and his eyes resembled a pair of porcelain plates for the first couple of seconds after she plopped her fine butt onto his lap.
Should have known better,his mind reminded him, though it didn’t sound all too perturbed with how things had turned out.
No, that was another individual in the room.
“Avril! What are you doing?!”
Facing Anna’s consternation, Anna smiled coyly. “Just following the rules of the game. He made you and me swap places on his dare. And now I’ve made him come sit here, too. My dare doesn’t cancel out his, so here’s how we’ll have to play from now on.”
As irritation flashed in Anna’s eyes, Avril further aggravated her by shifting her butt to make herself more comfortable on her new cushion. Liam’s aggravation was far more pleasurable than Anna’s, even if he would have preferred not to be collateral damage between the feuding best friends.
Nevertheless, his body’s inclinations didn’t match those of his mind. As she wiggled her butt to make herself comfortable, his cock hurriedly stiffened. It’d been her plan all along. The quick glance Avril spared him all but confirmed it.
“It’s going to be kind of hard to keep your cards secret from me like this,” he noted.
“Don’t worry, we’ll figuresomethingout,” she cooed, taking her time as she leaned forward and started picking up the cards on the coffee table.
While she did so, his and Anna’s eyes met.
“Last round?”he mouthed questioningly, hoping to avert further complications between her and Avril.
She nodded and then said, “This is the last round.”
“What, no!” Avril complained. “Things are just getting good.”
“We have different definitions of ‘things getting good,’” Anna said grumpily.
“What about you?” Avril asked, peeking over her shoulder. “Be the majority voter. Do we keep playing or not?”
“Seven rounds are plenty,” he said, earning a frown from one beautiful woman and a relieved smile from another. “We’ve all won at least one round, too, so everybody got to sit in the winner’s circle.”
“You all are so boring,” Avril groused.
Her way of enacting vengeance was to spend most of the seventh round searching for a “comfortable” way to sit on him. Of course, that involved a torturous amount of shifting and jostling, which practically left his teeth chattering from how sensitive his cock felt just ten minutes into the final round.
“Nope, not this way, either,” she’d say after spending a minute in her new position. And then she’d make sure her phenomenal ass rubbed against his cock until he was seizing air between clenched teeth, and Anna sharply hissed her name. That’d stop her briefly, but only ever briefly.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered while Anna was forced to focus on her hand after being forced to pick up more than a dozen cards after she’d falsely accused Avril after she’d put down three twos.
“Payback’s a bitch,” the villainous redheads replied.
“What did I do?”