Tastes Like Him

It starts as a dare—one of those twisted games between bros who claim to be just friends. But when he gets on his knees and tastes what’s left behind, something shifts. The room goes quiet. The air thickens. And suddenly, it’s not about her at all.

It’s about him.
His scent. His taste. His voice in your ear saying, “Tell me what I feel like.”

What begins as a filthy joke turns into something deeper, hotter, and far more dangerous. Because once you know what your best friend tastes like... there’s no pretending you don’t want more.