Delilah was down for whatever, knocking back three big drinks right off the bat.

"Drinking's boring - let's spice things up!" some guy I didn't know suggested playing dice - losers either drink or do truth or dare.

Delilah wiped the spilled drink off her chest, "If you wanna get frisky, let's just skip to the dares!"

My luck was terrible - I lost three times in a row.

First time, I took the drink.

Second time, everyone insisted I couldn't chicken out - had to do a dare.

I agreed, but wouldn't you know it? I had to do a striptease.

No way I could take off my dress - I was wearing just a crop top and mini skirt. One piece off and I might as well be naked.

But a bet's a bet.

So I pulled my thong out from under my skirt and tossed it at the loudest guy's face.

Third time? Had to French kiss the guy on my left for two minutes.

And wouldn't you know it - that was Duke.

"Make it wet! Make it wet!" Delilah started chanting.

Before I could process what was happening, Duke grabbed my waist and pulled me in for the kiss.

I couldn't resist - his muscles completely enveloped me. Being dominated by this alpha male sent shivers down my spine. I melted in his arms, feeling up his tight muscles while letting out soft moans.

Meanwhile, Duke's hand had traveled south to my ass.

I squeezed my thighs together, surprised at how turned on I was, thinking: "Damn, I love a man like this!"

"Time's up!"

Duke finally let me go when the referee called time.

I was breathless from his kiss, gulping air and downing half my drink in one go.

That was just the first climax of the night.