Don't You Dare (Reckless Games #1)

by C.E. Ricci

The first brush of contact is electric, coiling my intestines in knots. I’m surprised by how soft his lips are and how gently they move against mine. I wouldn’t think Aspen capable of being able to kiss like this. Sweet and sensual. Tender.

“It’s not like it meant anything. Just fulfilling another stupid dare.” “Yeah.” I swallow. “Just a stupid dare.” But the way my heart’s hammering against my ribs, far harder than it should be, tells me it was so much more than that.

Control is his suit of armor. Reclusiveness, his shield. Both of which I’m more than happy to lend him; whatever he needs to protect himself. He’s never needed them with me, anyway.

“What can I say? I’m whipped, and you don’t even put out.” He lets out a bark of laughter, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Best friend perks, I guess.”

An aching want fills my veins at the same time panic seizes me. Because this time, it wouldn’t just be a dare. It didn’t even end up being just a dare last time, and it certainly wouldn’t be just kissing between two straight best friends.

“I didn’t want to kiss you because I didn’t want it to mess me up all over again, okay?”

Pen: You think I’m hot. Me: I can hear your ego inflating from here.

Me: I dare you to send me a dick pic.

Pen: Stroke it.

“This what you want, Pen?” I whisper, my voice graveled as I continue to work my cock for him and the camera. “You want to see my hand wrapped around my cock? See how hard I get just thinking about the pic you’re about to send me?”

“I can hear you through the wall, you know that?” Pen’s voice spills from the speaker, floating over my skin in his smooth cadence. “Every pant and sigh while you’re getting off to thoughts of me, I can hear. And that’s what you’re doing, right? Jacking yourself while picturing me?”

“What filthy things are we doing together in that head of yours? Am I sucking you? Swirling my tongue around your cock? Teasing you before taking you deep? Or are you the one with a cock down your throat while I fuck your face until you can’t breathe?”

“Fuck your fist, Kee. Fast and hard. Let me hear how much you want me.” His voice is raspier than normal, and far less composed. “Get there for me, baby.”

A deadly smirk sits on his lips when he says, “I dare you to think of me when you fuck her tonight.”

After this long, Keene’s apparently become really fucking good at pissing me off whenever he wants.

It shouldn’t matter if he is. I shouldn’t even care, because if Keene’s happy, that’s all that matters. Yet all I feel is this overwhelming sense of…jealousy.

It’s a yearning I’ve never felt before. One that consumes me to my core and only builds the longer we’re like this.

I’m not as straight as I thought I was. Especially when it comes to Aspen Kohl.

Because I want this. I want him. I’ve never been more sure of anything. I just have no idea what it means for our friendship.

Nicotine might be my vice of choice, but that’s all changing with his lips on mine. Barely a goddamn taste of him has me reeling, ready to trade my soul for more.

As if touching him like this is how it’s supposed to be.

He feels amazing. Hard body and strong muscles and smooth skin rocking against me. It feels perfect. Like home. He’s always felt like home to me, but not like this.

Goddamn. When I go gay, I bat for the fucking fences.

“Goddamn,” he marvels, still smirking as he works himself over. “Wrecked is a good look on you. Wrecked just for me.”

“I dare you to suck my dick.”

And I’m more than happy to let him drag me to Hell.

“If you keep looking at it like that, I’m gonna come before you even get your mouth on me.”

“Shit,” he whispers, licking his lips as he watches me bob over his length a couple times. “Your lips look so fucking perfect stretched around my cock.”

“I’m just speaking the truth. You’re the biggest nerd I know, and if any of those girls got to know you one iota, they’d realize you’re just an e-boy genius disguised as a degenerate.”

“Don’t get mad, Pen. You’re like my own, personal, sexy-as-sin e-boy.”

Friendship is a lot more fun when kissing’s involved.

Jesus Christ, I’ve turned into a thirteen-year-old girl, I think as I stare at the message, waiting for it to show up as read.

Apparently sucking his dick has turned me into a stage-five clinger.

Then again, Pen has an eye for taking pictures. I’m not surprised he found the perfect lighting and angle to create the holy grail of cock photography.

Pen: Couldn’t stop thinking about that damn video and had to put myself outta my misery. Still as sexy as it was the first time. Too bad my hand doesn’t feel nearly as good as your mouth.

“I’m not just talking about your cock, Kee,” I growl out the words. “I’m going to lick every inch of your body before fucking you so hard, you have no choice but to remember what I’m about to tell you. No option but to hear me when I say this.” I lick my lips and lower my voice, my eyes locked on the hand still wrapped around his cock. “You. Are. Mine. You belong to me and me alone.”

the promised land that is the prostate—because

want his dick inside me like I’ve never wanted anything more. I want to know what it feels like to be fucked by my best friend.

And I can’t breathe. We’ve never been this close. He isn’t affectionate. Ever. But right now, it feels like...fuck, I don’t want to think about how it feels.

“Hey, Kee?” “Yeah?” “I missed you.” My stupid heart squeezes. “I missed you too, Pen.”

It’s just…different with him. I’m different with him.

Which makes me wonder if…is it even that hard to deep-throat a dick?

I even put a pillow wall between the two of us, as if that’s enough to keep me from ripping what’s left of his clothes off and devouring him like a man starved.

breathe him in, all citrus and musk and Keene, letting the scent overwhelm me until I’m cocooned in it like a security blanket. In the safety that is Keene.

Though I try my best not to wake him, it doesn’t matter. Long, thick lashes flutter against his cheekbones for a few seconds before two brown eyes blink up at me, full of hazy sleep. And I feel a new kind of tugging at my heart. One that speaks more of longing than it does of friendship.

I’ve also never been able to deny him a damn thing. Not in this life, and I doubt in the next.

the way he’s looking at me right now, the amount of emotion in his gaze, I can’t handle it. The fire in his eyes ignites every single cell in my body. My fucking soul.

Those four words every guy loves to hear take a minute to register in my brain. Way longer than normal, but maybe that’s because of who said them, rather than the needy plea he spoke them with.

“You’re so tight, Kee. Can I permanently take up residence inside you?”

His ass is squeezing my cock so tightly I might die if I don’t either get balls deep inside him or pull out entirely. Or worse, become addicted to this feeling and thrust in without permission.