Don't You Dare (Reckless Games #1)

by C.E. Ricci

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

Smirking, I wrap my fist around his shaft and angle the tip toward me. “Someone a little quick on the trigger, Pen?”

I swipe the flat of my tongue across the tip before he can answer, lapping at the bit of pre-cum. It’s a burst of salty flavor on my tastebuds, heady and not what I was expecting. Even more unexpected…I don’t hate it. At all. A sharp inhale causes me to look up, and when I do, I swear I could come just from looking at him. His eyes are two balls of blue fire, burning with an intensity that sears right into my soul.

His hands latch onto the chair’s arms, something like desperation written on his face when he looks down at me. Up until this point, right now, I’ve questioned it. If this is really just something he’s doing for me as a favor and as a friend. Or if, maybe, this is something that feels as right to him as it does to me. But with the desire in his eyes and the way he’s straining to hold himself back, I know. He wants this as much as I do.

“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.”

My fingertips dig into his hips as I breathe through my nose, allowing him to slide in deeper. The first time he hits the back of my throat, my immediate response is to pull away and gasp for air. But I’m anything but a quitter. Instead I open more to him, letting his length slip into deep-throating territory. I gag when he gives his hips a tiny thrust up, tears pricking at my eyes when I glance up at him to see him watching me again, completely entranced in the way I move over him. It sends a shiver of desire down my spine.

“I’m gonna—” He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before he literally explodes. Spurts of hot cum hit the back of my throat in an instant, and though I wasn’t expecting it, I swallow down everything he’s feeding me, ready to beg for more. It’s messier than I thought it’d be, drops of cum escaping my lips as he continues to thrust. I keep lapping it up though, the taste unfamiliar but not unwelcome on my tongue as I milk him for all he has.

All my senses are overwhelmed by him. The taste of his cum, the smell of his skin. Watching as he loses control before my eyes, groaning and panting like a marathon runner until the painful grip he has on my head relaxes.

I lick him clean before popping off his softening cock to catch my breath, pressing one final kiss to the tip. When I raise my eyes to find him watching me, I’m not prepared for the sexy, sated look on his face. Blissed out doesn’t even begin to cover it. “That was so hot,” he breathes, swiping his thumb over my lip. Cum collects ...

I’m surprised by the way he reacts, nostrils flaring and gaze smoldering, while he watches. I swear, I even see his dick twitch a little outta the corner of my eye. “You’re gonna fucking kill me, Waters,” he mutters. I smirk around his thumb, giving it ...

Before I can do anything about my wayward thoughts—particularly, act on them—he shoves me back onto the mattress, crawling up until his body is plastered over mine. Any semblance of him being tired is gone as he licks his way up the side of my throat.

“I’m still all sweaty from the gym.” I laugh, my hands landing on his chest to shove him off me. “What do you want?” He sinks his teeth into the side of my neck before soothing the bite with his tongue. “You. On your back. I wanna taste my cum on your lips while you fuck my fist.”

It was more one of those things where…do I kiss him goodbye before I leave? Or do I just go on about my day the way I always have and not worry about it?

The last thing Keene needs is someone else messing with his head when it’s already all sorts of confused. And I doubt I’d have it in me to keep from punching Avery if he did anything to make Keene feel bad about his attraction to me. Or any other guy that comes along after me. And from the way Keene couldn’t get enough of my dick…I’m almost positive there will be one after me.

Something I don’t know how to feel about quite yet, though I’m choosing to chalk it up to thinking no one on the planet is good enough for him. For now, it’s just me. Even if we’ve been too busy to do much on the friendship or hook-up front.

Since the world’s most epic blowjob, we’ve only gotten horizontal one other time. Though I don’t really call Keene high-jacking my shower, only to wrap his fist around our cocks and tak...

Tonight, though, we’re both in the same damn place, and we’re choosing to take advantage of it. Well, I am. Keene, on the other hand, has decided to be a good student and study, rather than game wi...

One of my stipulations for us to do it was we’re exclusive sexually. As far as I can tell, talking to someone isn’t breaking that rule. So why does the mere thought of him still talking to someone else make me see red? Or maybe it’s…green, because when he smiles at his phone, a ridiculous surge of jealousy washes through me. I don’t act on it, even though it just about kills me.

I study his features through the lens, the sharp line of his jaw, the bow of his lips. The subtle bump on the bridge of his nose where the freckles dotted there are getting darker. When I tell him this, it causes a blush to creep over his skin. “Why’re you blushing?” “I’m not.”

Him wanting to make time for me during his busy schedule actually makes me really happy. And more importantly, that it’s just friend time. Not hooking up or anything of the sort. I already love the time we’ve spent together when we’re both naked, but the last thing I want is to lose our friendship in the sex.

“I was just giving you shit, Kee.” I look down and fiddle with the mode dial on the top of my camera. “I’m always happy to have you around.” Way to be a fucking sap. “Good,” he says,

“Now, stop taking pictures of me while I’m working.” Rolling my eyes, I set the camera on the bed beside me. “You love it, you attention whore. Don’t act like you don’t.” He lets out a bark of laughter and goes back to what he was doing. “It’s like you don’t know me at all, Pen. I just deal because you like taking pictures of me,...

“I mean, it’s not like I really mind. But I dunno…every once in a while I wish I was the one taking yours for a change.” I snort out a laugh, leaning back aga...

“Stop looking at me like that,” I whisper, licking my lips. “Like what?” “Like you want to eat me alive.” His lips twitch slightly before he leans and brushes them over my throat. “Maybe I do.”

And yeah, I guess I was wrong about sex stuff overshadowing our friendship. Friendship is a lot more fun when kissing’s involved.

Apparently sucking his dick has turned me into a stage-five clinger. I stare at the screen and wonder how to respond without being completely obvious about what I’m wanting from him. Which…I don’t even think I know what that is. His attention, I guess? Ugh.

Pen: I don’t negotiate with terrorists. Me: Do it and I’ll send another video. Tonight. After the game. Fuck, just thinking about sending him something else has my cock twitching behind my zipper. Pen: If I do this, I want more than a video. Me: Now we’re talking. Whatever you want, it’s yours. Pen: Promises, promises, baby.

The term of endearment at the end of his last text sends my stomach into backflips, which ends up being more confusing than this attraction I have for him. But I ignore it, watching as the dots appear and disappear some more before they’re gone entirely.

Then my phone vibrates in my palm, and when I look down, I’m speechless. Actually, I think I might be imagining things, because…there’s an image waiting for me. There’s no way he did it. Not in the middle of class. My heart hammers as my fingers open the message. No way in fucking he— “Shit,” I mutter under my breath,

The shot is aimed at Pen’s crotch, I’d recognize those black jeans that hug his ass so perfectly anywhere. It’s slightly showing the row of seats in front of him too, further proof he’s actually in the lecture hall while sending this. His leather jacket is tossed on the seat beside him, a pack of Marlboro’s sticking out of the inner pocket. Even his backpack makes an appearance next to his knee.

But what catches my attention is nothing other than the beautiful, hard outline of his cock beneath his jeans. Jeans he absolutely needs to buy more of because holy mother of God, I think I can even make out the ridge of the tip as I stare at the outline.

Pen: Just thinking about you in that video gets me so fucking hard. My dick twitches again, thickening behind my dress slacks. Knowing he got hard just thinking about me? ...

Me: God, now I’m gonna be thinking about your dick the entire flight to Phoenix. Pen: No one’s fault but yours. Just know you’re taking care of this the minute you walk in that door Sunday night.

invitation I’m more than happy to accept. Me: Believe me, I can’t fucking wait. Pen: Me either, baby.

My jaw drops—actually fucking drops open—and I’m left completely speechless. Because there, on my screen, is a pic of Pen in his bed, positioned to show the cut lines of his abs and torso…and his hard cock in hand. There’s a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip, blue veins popping out of the sides from beneath his fingers. Holy shit.

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. The second image is nearly identical, but this time, the skin beneath his palm looks slick with lube, and there’s a pool of cum resting on his abs. It makes my mouth water, and I’m hit with the urge to lick that salty liquid from his skin before tasting the rest of him. If only I wasn’t in fucking Phoenix for the next forty-eight hours.

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. Goddamnit.

Me: I’ve never needed to rub one out as bad as I do right now. Thanks for that.

Pen: Ask and you shall receive. You only have yourself to blame. Me: I asked for a pic, not torture. Pen: Semantics ;)

My skin prickles at the idea of him spending time with one of his teammates alone in a hotel room. Where somehow, Kaleb was able to keep Keene out of his head when that’s what he relies on me for. What were they doing in there that allowed Keene to let off enough steam that...? Images, ones I never want to see or think, flash through my mind. Kaleb and Keene together. The pinpricks along my skin only grow into a sense of revulsion when I realize...it’s jealousy I’m feeling. Again. Which is ridiculous because Keene is my best friend and Kaleb is straighter than an arrow. At least, I think.

The dares...they’re just a cover. A way for us to have fun while we explore this with each other. Adding a little bit of friendly competition between us.

“Damn right I do. I wanna watch as your fingers stretch yourself for me. Making yourself feel so good, Kee.” I lick my lips, feeling his lust through the phone screen. “I wanna see you come apart while you imagine my cock sinking deep inside you.” His throat works to swallow, and I can see his mind spinning.

We haven’t broached this subject past the day we agreed to start messing around. The anal. But logically...that’s the next step. And as insane as it might sound, I want it. To be buried deep inside him. I wanna be the first person to give this to him, while he tries to sort this shit in his head. And yeah...my dick really likes the idea of fucking my best friend.

I watch as his head dips down, seemingly looking at the floor before brown orbs grab hold of mine once again. Instead of answering me, he reaches over again and brings a bottle of conditioner I know smells like citrus into view. Then he steps backward, away from the camera. Once. Twice. And then I see it. His cock. Standing at full mast, begging to be touched as he pours the liquid into his palm. “Yeah, Pen,” he finally says, his voice low, almost blending with the sound of the water. He grabs his cock, sliding his fist up and down the length, coating and lathering it. “I think it’s pretty clear I do want that.”

I’m transfixed by his cock, the way he strokes it. Rolls over the head on every third upstroke. Fuck, even when he’s prepping his dick, his slight obsessive compulsive tendencies have a way of coming out.

“That’s mine,” I tell him, my dick aching for me to take pity on it and join him in this little display. But I hold out. I have to or I’ll come within ten seconds of watching him. “What makes you think you can touch it like that?”

The desire in his expression wavers for a moment and he smiles from ear-to-ear. “Yours, huh? Never took you for the possessive one. You jealous of my hand?” Yes. I want it to be my mouth.

But I’m not about to give him the satisfaction of admitting I want him coming on my chest or down my throat rather than in a shower over a thousand miles...

“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 han...

I hear a soft intake of breath before Keene visibly shudders at my words. It makes me feel on top of the goddamn world, seeing...