Yes, and back round to Hailey

Hailey’s eyes stayed locked on yours while her hips kept moving.

Slow. Deliberate. The kind of rhythm that wasn’t accidental anymore. Every roll of her body pressed her harder against Chris, and every time she did it you could see the way her lips parted just a little, the quiet hitch in her breathing that she was trying (and failing) to hide.

Chris’s hand stayed under her dress, fingers kneading the soft curve of her ass like he was testing how much give she had. His other arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her in place so she couldn’t lean away even if she wanted to. He wasn’t even pretending to watch the rest of the game. His attention was split between the woman grinding on him and the look on your face across the room.

Someone finally called the next turn. A guy on the far side of the circle picked truth, mumbled something about an old crush, and the game moved on. No one dared interrupt what was happening in Chris’s lap.

When it came back around to him, Chris didn’t wait for anyone to ask.

“My turn again,” he said, loud enough for the whole group. “And I’m still feeling generous.” He gave Hailey’s ass a firm squeeze that made her hips stutter. “I dare Hailey to take her panties off and hand them to me. Right now. In front of everyone.”

A few people laughed nervously. Someone muttered, “Holy shit.”

Hailey froze mid-grind. Her eyes flicked from Chris to you and back again, wide and uncertain.

“Chris… that’s too far,” she whispered, voice barely audible.

He smiled against her ear, the same easy, predatory smile he’d worn every time he took something from you in high school.

“You can say no,” he murmured, just for her. “But then everyone here gets to watch you chicken out. Or you can be a good sport and give me what I asked for. Your call.”

The silence stretched. Hailey’s hands trembled where they rested on his shoulders. For a second it looked like she might refuse. Then her fingers slid down between their bodies, under the hem of her dress. You watched the subtle shift of fabric, the way her hips lifted just enough for her to work the thin material down her thighs. She had to stand slightly to finish the job, and the moment she did Chris’s hands were right there—steadying her, guiding her, making sure every movement stayed under his control.

When the black lace finally came free, she crumpled it in her fist and held it out to him without meeting anyone’s eyes.

Chris took the panties slowly, deliberately, and brought them up to his face. He inhaled once, eyes never leaving yours, then stuffed them into his front pocket like a trophy.

“Good girl,” he said, loud enough for the room. Then he pulled her straight back down onto his lap—bare now against the hard line of his cock through his pants—and settled her there like she belonged.

Hailey’s breath caught the second her bare skin made contact. Her hands flew back to his shoulders for balance. Chris didn’t give her time to adjust. He guided her hips into that same slow grind again, only this time there was nothing between them but the thin fabric of his trousers.

“Keep going,” he told her softly. “We’re not done yet.”

She did.

And she still hadn’t looked away from you.