Risky Games

Jordan

“That was so good,” Hannah praised as she pushed her bowl slightly away from her, mostly empty. “Thank you for inviting me over.”

“Would you like that tour now?” I cleared my throat as I palmed the back of my neck.

She nodded, and I stood, holding out my hand to help her up. “Just leave the dishes. I’ll worry about them later.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” I nodded and flipped my hand, interlacing my fingers with hers, reveling in the hum of energy between us. Trying to be a gentleman was proving harder than I thought... like some other things.

I had saved those two pictures she had sent me to my camera roll, and they might have been an inspiration in my shower this morning.

But I needed to stop thinking about her wrapped in a sheet or I would throw her over my shoulder right now.

“So this is obviously the open plan living room, dining room, and kitchen,” I said with a slow wave of my hand. I watched her take in everything with an amused smile.

I'm sure it looked like a bachelor pad with the dark wood tables, the rich brown leather, and my requisite, sizable flat-screen television.

“It's very... manly.”

I couldn't help the amused laughter that burst out of me, and I loved how she leaned into me as she smiled up at me.

“Well, I am the only one who lives here, so…” I trailed off.

“Makes sense. I’m not judging. At least there aren’t any jugs with highlighters or beer can towers.”

“Not in this house. Now in my apartment from college… that might have been more my aesthetic.” I grinned, remembering how much of a pig I’d been, and my roommates as well. “I’d like to think I’ve matured since then.”

“Well, that’s always a plus.” She giggled.

I tugged her toward the hallway, showing her the guest bath and my small office. My bedroom was at the end of the hall, but I detoured to the basement door first.

“Taking me to your dungeon?” she teased as I flipped the light switch.

“Walk-out basement. Nothing nefarious down here, unfortunately.”

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard her gasp as she saw the alcove to the side of the room. It was like a compact version of the studio with a treadmill, a rowing machine, and a full weight bench.

I also had a chin-up bar installed on the wall and a rail system for my TRX straps.

“You have a whole studio, and you still have all this equipment at home?” she asked in awe as her eyes flitted between all the pieces of equipment.

“I don’t always feel like going back into the studio to take the evening classes. Sometimes it’s easier to come down here for an hour and enjoy the quiet.” Like when I’m hiding from a particular curvy blonde.

“I can’t believe you have a rower down here.” She laughed. “You really do like rowing, don’t you?”

“It’s a good exercise to clear my head.” I shrugged. I’d been rowing in some sort or another for almost twenty years.

“I like the rhythmic nature of it.” Nothing beats an actual boat on a calm river, but the machine helps.

“It’s growing on me as well,” she confessed as she gave me a nod.

The lights in the backyard were off, but I could see the setting sun reflecting off the small pool. It wasn’t there when the house was built, but I had put it in a few years ago.

“You’ll have to come over another time with your suit,” I offered. If I had my way, this would not be her only trip to my house. “There are lights and a heater in the pool.”

“As long as you invite me back,” she said quietly as she turned toward me and ran her hand up my chest. Her fingertips lingered above my top button, tentatively touching my skin.

My hands gently captured her hips, my thumbs rubbing the soft fabric of her dress.

“You’ve been a good house guest so far. I don’t see a repeat visit being a problem,” I told her honestly.

She wasn’t getting rid of me easily now that I had opened myself up to the possibility of something more than a casual friendship with her.

“Are you going to finish the tour?” she asked quietly as she took a step forward, pressing herself into me.

“There isn’t much left to see,” I murmured. I couldn’t help looking down at her lips.

“Do you sleep on the weight bench?” she teased as her fingertip traced the patch of hair revealed by the open buttons.

“You caught me.” I laughed as she rolled her eyes at me. “The twelve-pound weights aren’t the best pillow, but I don’t have much else to use them for.”

“Okay, Mister Smartass. You don’t have to show me your bedroom if you don’t want to.” She rolled her eyes and pushed a little on my chest.

I leaned down and gently ran my lips along her jaw, placing a kiss behind her ear. She shivered and melted into me.

“I do want to,” I confessed with a whisper into her skin. “I can’t stop thinking about you wrapped up in my sheets. Those pictures haunt me in my sleep.”

A surprised gasp left her lips, and I moved my lips lower, sucking on her pulse point and earning a quiet moan.

Her skin was soft against my lips, and my hands itched to peel her dress off and find out how smooth the rest of it was.

“You’re making it hard to resist touching you,” I confessed honestly as my palms pressed firmly into her back.

“You’re touching me right now,” she whispered, and I pulled her tighter against me, her body bowing to press up against me while I nipped at the skin along the neckline of her dress.

I was sure she could feel how hard she’d gotten me, pressed up against her, but I couldn’t help grinding into the friction she provided.

“Let’s go,” I groaned as I kissed back to her ear and eased the grip of my arms.

Once she was stable, I gripped her fingers and pulled her toward the staircase. She giggled as she clung to my arm, only a step behind me as we climbed the stairs.

“Slow down. My legs aren’t as long as yours.” She laughed lightly as we got to the top step.

When we stepped into the hallway, I yanked her around in front of me and kissed her, my hands framing her face as I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

“Mmm,” she hummed between kisses. “This doesn’t look like a bedroom.”

There was that smart mouth again.

~Fine, Hannah. Game on.~

I bent down and wrapped my arms around her thighs, lifting her up over my shoulder. She let out a surprised squeal and gripped the back of my shirt in her fist.

“Oh my God, don’t drop me,” she giggled into my shirt.

“I won’t... yet,” I teased as I closed the distance between my bedroom door and the steps in a few determined strides.

“Bathroom,” I said as I turned her toward the bathroom from her perch over my shoulder.

“Sitting room.” I spun around and aimed her at the little nook next to a window overlooking the backyard that held a small leather loveseat.

“Bed.”

“Oh my God,” Hannah shrieked as I flipped her back onto my king-sized, elevated platform bed.

“You wanted the tour,” I teased, putting a knee up on the bed and hovering above her. Her eyes were bright, and her hair spread wild around her on my dark bedding.

“This seems more comfortable than the weight bench,” she smiled, spreading her arms out a little to her sides.

“It is,” I replied, looking down at her.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked, her hand reaching up and cupping the back of my neck. I dropped down to my elbows, pushing myself up fully onto the bed.

Her mouth was hungry as she pulled me in and kissed me, her small tongue licking along my lips.

My hips ground against hers, and I felt myself straining against my briefs, the denim and fabric separating me from her undulating hips frustrating me.

“Fuck,” I groaned against her lips as she started to unbutton my shirt, yanking it out of my pants.

Her warm fingers pressed against the skin of my chest and around my sides, gripping the muscles on my back as she kissed along the side of my jaw.

My breath came in pants as I leaned on one elbow and reached down to pull up the fabric of her dress. The skin on her legs was smooth as I pressed my palm into the back of her thigh, pulling her leg around my hip.

She moaned into my cheek as I grabbed her ass, the silky fabric covering her sliding against my palm as I pulled her against me.

“Shirt off,” she panted as she clawed at me and tried to push my open shirt off of my shoulders.

I sucked on her ear before I leaned back and stood from the bed, yanking on my rolled-up cuffs and shrugging my shirt off onto the floor.

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed as she leaned up onto her elbows, her eyes roaming my bare chest.

“What?” I smiled as I watched her.

“Don’t be cocky. You know what you look like shirtless.”

“You’re making the cocky part hard to ignore right now,” I told her honestly, and she laughed, sitting up and grabbing me by the waistband of my jeans, unbuckling my belt.

Part of me had wondered if her newfound confidence would find its way into the bedroom, and I guess I had my answer as she unzipped me and pushed my jeans down my thighs.

My cock strained against the material of my briefs, and I felt myself harden even further as she cupped me through the fabric.

“Can I?” she asked as she scooted to the edge of the mattress, situating me between her legs.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I breathed heavily as I held my hands out to my sides. The grin she gave me as she ran her hand up my abs, her nails scratching through my chest hair, made my dick twitch against her other hand.

She placed a lingering kiss on my stomach and then used both hands to push my briefs and jeans down until they fell to the floor.

I kicked out of them, feeling a little exposed as I stood there completely naked in front of her, my painfully hard cock bobbing in her direction like a divining rod.

“Fuck, Hannah,” I groaned as she clasped her hand around the base of me, firmly tugging upward.

Pre-cum beaded along the head, and I watched as she licked her lips, eyeing it as she brought her other hand to my head.

Using both hands, she started a slow but steady rhythm, twisting her hand at the top before she squeezed me firmly.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched her. I could see her chest heaving underneath her dress, her full breasts bouncing slightly with the movements of her hands and arms.

Her hands felt so much better than my own, and I gritted my teeth as I fought to hold onto my dignity.

“Ohhh, God!” I groaned. She lowered her mouth to my head and licked the tip while her other hand kept pulling the base.

“Mmm,” she hummed as she lowered her mouth over the head until it hit where her hand was working me over.

The suction increased, and I flexed into her movements, my hands pushing her hair gently out of her face. I held it back as I watched her, feeling myself twitch with every stroke of her wet tongue.

“I’m close. Fuck. I’m so close.” My voice was almost frantic as she reached around and pulled me toward her mouth, her fingers gripping the back of my thigh. My hips pushed forward a few more times before I tensed.

“God!” I groaned as I felt myself pulse in her mouth. She sucked harder; my knees buckled slightly as I felt her swallow.

“Holy shit,” I panted as she released me and smiled up at me. My fingers pushed her loose hair out of her face, caressing the soft skin of her jaw.

“Stand up.” My voice was commanding as I cupped under her arms and stood her up in front of me.

I lifted the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head, admiring the sexy-as-hell, black, lace-trimmed slip she wore under her dress.

My lips latched onto the side of her neck as I pulled up the edge of her slip and pulled on the sides of her panties. She helped me push them down to her knees, and I peeled the slip upward, throwing it on the floor.

“Fuck, those are nice,” I groaned as I traced a finger along the lace at the top of her bra.

My fingers peeled down the cups, and I cupped the fullness with both hands as I leaned down to kiss her. She moaned against my mouth as I played with her tits.

I couldn’t wait to feel her nipples on my tongue.

“Get up on the bed,” I panted as I reached down and pushed her panties the rest of the way to the floor. She stepped out of them and sat back on the mattress, scooting herself into the middle of it.

Hannah was incredibly attractive as she leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs open, giving me an enticing view of her carefully groomed intimate area.

I followed her and lay down beside her on my side, running my palm up the inside of her thigh.

“Oh my God,” she gasped as my fingers glided along the wetness of her opening, stimulating her clitoris. I leaned down slightly and took her nipple between my lips while inserting two fingers inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I murmured against her skin as I began thrusting my two fingers into her.

Her back arched off the sheets as I nibbled on her breast. Small, delicate hands gripped the back of my head, and she tugged on my hair as I moved my fingers in and out of her.

My erection twitched against her thigh as I imagined what it would be like to be inside her. I desired her intensely, but I knew we shouldn't rush into things.

If there was one thing I learned in my youth, it was that engaging in sexual activity too soon could harm a relationship. I was determined not to rush her, no matter how much I longed to make passionate love to her.

“Yes!” she moaned as I pressed my thumb into her clitoris, and I felt her tighten around me. I switched my lips to her other breast and gently tugged on her nipple with my teeth.

When I curled my fingers inside her, she squeezed her thighs against my hand, and I knew she was getting close.

“Come on, baby,” I coaxed as I sucked and licked her. The only sounds in the room were the wet suction between her legs mixed with her soft moans.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” She pulled my hair and her hips shot up off the mattress. Her pussy rhythmically tightened around my fingers, and I slowed my movements.

I propped myself up on my side as I pulled my hand away and kissed her cheek. She was trembling as she lay back against the mattress. A rosy flush covered her cheeks and chest, and her hair was a tousled mess around her face.

“And that completes the tour,” I whispered in her ear, smiling. She giggled and turned toward me, her eyes unfocused as she brought her palm to my cheek.

She ran her fingers through the scruff on my face, and I fought the urge to rub against her like a cat.

“Can you stay for a little while?” My voice was just a whisper as I gently rested my hand on her stomach.

“Yeah.” She nodded with a dreamy smile on her face.

“Come on.” Reaching behind her, I tugged down the top of the covers and urged her backward.

We scooted toward the pillows and settled our nearly naked bodies under the sheets, my body wrapped tightly around her back. I kissed her shoulders and cupped her full breasts in my hands as I held her.

“You can take my bra off if you want.” She giggled as she turned her head toward me, kissing the edge of my jaw.

“Nah, I’m good,” I said as I squeezed her again. I didn’t want to take my hands off of her long enough to worry about it.

My intention for inviting her over hadn’t been to get her naked, but I was not disappointed that I had.

“So tell me about Hannah,” I whispered quietly as we spooned and smiled against her hair as she began to talk.