"I'm Not Stopping Until You Do." How a Simple Game of Chicken Completely Changed My Life [F22/M22][Dare][Handjob][Riding][Creampie][Risky Sex][Public][Crush]

It's late. The party's been over for a while, and at this point the only people left are the ones too drunk to drive home, all of them passed out now on various beds, couches, or floors.

All of them except Brian and me.

"All right, your turn." His voice is hoarse from the party and the late hour– it has to be close to two A.M. by now.

"Sure you don't want to quit?"

"Psssh. I'm not stopping ‘till you do."

I shrug, placing my card under the tab of the beer can we've been using as our game board. Brian groans as nothing happens and I pump my fist in victory.

The rules of the game are simple: you place a card under the tab of the can. If the can pops open, you chug the beer. If it doesn't, you get to dare the other person to do something.

If they do, it's their turn. If they don't, they have to put two cards in before they can dare you.

The can we're using has about ten cards in it already. A stack of empties sits to my right, fallen soldiers in the now hours-long game of semi-drunken chicken Brian and I have been playing. At first there had been ten of us and the dares had been tame– end every sentence like it's a question, try to touch your tongue to your nose, take a shot– that last one is largely responsible for the sprawled-out forms all over the house now.

"Fuck," Brian mutters. "All right, what is it this time?"

I put a hand over my mouth, stifling a yawn. "We gotta wrap this up before I fall asleep in my chair. Time to start bringing out the big guns. I dare you to take your pants off."

Brian snorts a laugh, but when I don't join in his mouth falls open a little.

"Wait… you're serious?"

"Uh huh. Take ‘em off. Or put another card in. But it looks like we're getting close to the end, so choose wisely…"

He runs his fingers through his dark brown hair, making it stick up at odd ends. Infuriatingly, it somehow makes him even cuter.

Brian is still playing because he's competitive and hates to lose. I'm still playing because Brian is hot, and this party is the most I've ever spoken to him at once. I'd meant my dare as a joke really, but as he stands up, glancing around nervously at Kacie passed out on the couch mere feet away and Jason slumped in the recliner just beyond her, suddenly I'm wide awake again.

"You're an ass, Danielle, you know that right?" His voice is pitched low so as not to carry, but I hear every word.

"Don't chicken out on me now."

His hands go to his belt buckle as he scowls at me. My breath catches as he shimmies out of his pants. His boxer shorts are dark fabric, but even so I can see the distinct bulge in them– a bulge that's much bigger than I'd imagined! I glance away, trying not to make it obvious how much I'd enjoyed the show. From the way my cheeks are reddening though I think he must pick up on it, because when he sits down again he gives me a cocky grin.

"Like what you see?"

"Shut up."

He raises a brow at me, his smirk unrelenting. "Shall I place a card now?"

"You could just give up."

"Nah, I don't think so."

I bite my lip as he carefully slides the card under the tab, hoping to hear the telltale hiss of a can cracking open. When silence is all there is though, it's Brian's turn to clench his fist in triumph.

"Ugh, fine," I grumble, "What's the d-"

"Take your top off," he says without hesitation, his blue eyes boring into me, his smirk returning in full force.

My mouth drops open. In my tipsy state, I'd assumed that Brian would quit before taking his pants off. I'd never stopped to consider what might happen if he didn't.

"...Unless you want to forfeit?" His eyes narrow slightly in an unspoken challenge.

The look he gives me makes the hair on my arms stand up and my stomach does a summersault as he gazes at me with undisguised interest.

Holy shit. This is happening.

"Danielle?" He prompts playfully. "Earth to Danielle. Are you in there?"

I clamp my jaw shut. "You think you're funny, don't you?"

"I think you're stalling."

I grit my teeth because he's right. But I don't want to give up either. His face lights up as my hands go to the hem of my tank top. My heart flutters. This is the closest we've ever been.

My top joins his jeans on the floor.

"Dammit," he says jokingly. "I should have mentioned the bra too."

"What, the view isn't good enough for you already?"

This time when his eyes meet mine I consider the possibility that I might legitimately melt. He's smoldering that much.

"No, the view is very good," he whispers huskily. I know he must see how my nipples harden under the thin fabric of my bra at the heat in his voice. "Now, are you going to place a card?"

There is an eagerness in his voice that matches the way my skin tingles with anticipation. My hand shakes a little as I slide the next card in, praying with all my might that it doesn't crack the can.

The seal holds. Brian looks up at me expectantly.

Both of us know this is more than just a game now.

"I dare you to kiss me."

The words are out of my mouth before I even consider them, but Brian doesn't hesitate. He leans forward, crossing the distance between us in seconds. His mouth hovers over mine, his breath smelling of mint and beer.

"Like this?" He murmurs, and then our mouths meet. I forget the world around us for a bit as my brain short-circuits, my entire body focused on the feel of his lips on mine. His hand moves behind my head, cupping my hair gently and pulling me to him as our kiss deepens.

I want more. I want to feel his lips on all of me.

"Nnphhgh?"

We jump apart as Kacie makes a noise in her sleep, turning restlessly on the couch. For a moment we just stare at each other like teenagers getting caught doing something we weren't supposed to be, and then Brian starts to laugh, silently shaking mere inches from me. I laugh too, covering my mouth to keep the giggles from spilling out.

"Your turn," I whisper to him as soon as I have myself under control. He nods, his eyes catching mine as he holds up a card. The tension between us snaps back into place like a steel cord and I watch with bated breath as he slides the card into the stack.

I'm not hoping he loses any more.

Brian lets out a sigh of relief as the can holds steady.

"I dare you to come sit on my lap."

I'd been half expecting it, but even so, hearing the words sends a thrill through me.

"Really?"

"Really. Unless you want to stop?"

"I'm not stopping until you do," I say defiantly, throwing his words back at him. He smiles at me, clearly delighted with our new game.

I stand, brushing my skirt as I turn to face him, and if I wiggle my ass a little in his face, it's only because I saw a spot of dirt on the hem of the fabric that I had to brush off, that's all.

"Like this?" I murmur in his ear as I hook an arm around his neck, pressing my lips against his cheek. I can feel his bulge through the fabric of my skirt, and as I settle onto his lap I swear I feel it getting bigger.

"Perfect," he whispers back, his voice a little breathier now. "Your turn…"

I take one of the cards from his hand, making a show of leaning forward to put it under the tab. I feel him tense underneath me– Brian clearly doesn't want our game to end either.

The card slides in with all the others. We both let out a sigh of relief.

"I dare you to take your cock out."

"Danielle… are you sure?"

I nod, nuzzling up against his ear. "Unless you're too chicken?"

"You'd think you'd learn by now…" he mutters as his hand reaches between his legs, tugging at the fabric of his boxers. I try to stop myself from trembling.

And then I feel something warm press against my inner thigh. Something warm and a little wet. My thighs clench as I realize I'm feeling his precum touching me, only inches from the place where a fire has started to blaze deep in my core.

I can't help myself– I have to touch it. My fingers find his shaft, wrapping around his thickness. Brian's inhalation is loud in my ears as I start to tug on his growing erection, grinding my ass on him.

"Your turn…" I tease him. He is hard in my hand now, his cock pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

He groans a little as he sits up, grabbing a card from the pile. The fact that his hands are shaking now too turns me on more than I can express.

We both watch as the card joins its fellows. We both hold our breath, not wanting this to end quite yet.

We both sag with relief as the tab, now angled quite aggressively upward by the stack of cards underneath it, manages to hold on a little longer.

"What's your dare?" I whisper to him, already alight with anticipation.

His hand caresses my thigh under my skirt, tugging the hem of it up a half-inch at a time. I'm shocked he can't feel how wet I am for him already.

"I dare you," he says softly in my ear, his fingers still moving up my leg. "To put my cock inside you."

The world stands still.

I forget how to breathe.

All I know is the touch of his hand on me and the feel of his cock between my fingers.

"Unless you're going to give up now?" Brian says slowly, as the rest of the world crashes back into existence. "Unless you're going to let me win…"

I bite my lip.

"Never."

He growls approval as I shift on him, moving my hand from his cock to pull my panties to the side. My fingers come away soaked. I turn so that I am facing him.

"See what you did to me?"

Before he can say anything, I put the fingers covered in my arousal to his lips. His brow furrows in confusion until he realizes what he is tasting.

As he licks my fingers clean, I lower myself onto him. He and I both moan as his cock parts my folds, stretching me until I'm so full I can hardly think. My body takes over, moving up and down on his shaft automatically. I feel him tensing underneath me, just as turned on as I am.

Just as close.

"Wait," he gasps desperately. "Not yet…"

"What?"

"It's… it's your turn…"

I slow my pace, a devious grin spreading across my face.

"I guess it is, huh?"

I twist around, grabbing a handful of cards and squeezing his cock with my pussy at the same time, making him groan in the semidarkness.

We both freeze as Jason shifts in his sleep, but only for a second. I need this, and if Jason wakes up and sees, oh fucking well.

I grab the beer can we've been playing with, holding it between my breasts with one hand.

"I dare you to fuck me," I purr, adding a card to the already-thick stack under the tab of the can.

Brian grabs my hips, starting to move faster again, thrusting deep into me. He pants as I hold up another card.

"I dare you to pinch my nipples."

One hand moves from my hips to pull down one of the cups of my bra, I moan softly as his fingers find my sensitive nipple, squeezing it between them. I let my hips roll with his for a while, savoring the sensations, building myself up to what I know will be an explosive finish.

I hold up another card.

"I dare you to cum inside me. I dare you to claim me Brian. I dare you to make me yours."

Brian's eyes widen as I slide the card in with all the others. This time though, the seal breaks. I toss the cards aside, pouring beer into Brian's mouth as he fucks me faster than ever.

I set the can down and kiss him, my tongue meeting his as we share the drink we'd been teasing each other with all night.

He grunts as his cock swells inside me. My back arches as my pussy clenches around him, my eyes losing focus, my brain melting as I feel the first spurts of his cum deep in my pussy. His mouth covers mine as I try to scream out my pleasure, muffling the noise so that we don't wake the whole house up.

I am shaking.

I am broken.

I am his.

In the morning, we help clean up, hardly speaking to each other.

Everyone seems to know anyway.

When it's time to leave, he pulls me aside.

"Danielle?" His smile awakens something in me again.

"Yeah?"

"How ‘bout best two out of three?"