Page 21 of Nothing to Fear (Wicked Games #1)

Asher

F right Night is in full swing by the time Parker and I walk into Ashcroft Hall.

I scan the first-floor room, pretending to look for our group of friends when I’m really hunting for a certain blond, muscular slacker who has been taking up all my mental space lately.

I easily find him, and when I do, I almost come on the spot.

He’s standing with his usual group of overgrown asshats, a Solo cup in his hand.

His blond hair is slicked back, a swirl pulled down that hangs over his forehead.

A crisp white T-shirt hugs his muscular chest and abs, leaving little to the imagination.

The leather jacket, tight denim jeans, and black Converse round out his costume.

His eyes meet mine, and I can’t help the grin that pulls at my lips.

Kenickie.

Greaser looks good on him. Bastard .

Averting my eyes, I try to think of anything else to control the rapidly hardening length in my pants at the sight of him.

Why does he have to be so gorgeous? We haven’t spoken about our mutual masturbation session in my dorm room, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it since it happened.

I’ve practically jerked my cock raw the past few days with Silas as the star of my own personal porno.

We sat next to each other in both of our Fear and Ink classes and didn’t say a word, just sat silently. Every so often, Silas would bump his knee against mine, a silent little nudge, as if I needed a reminder of his presence.

Finding out that Silas is gay opened my eyes to a lot.

Not just that suddenly he’s an option, but the kind of life he’s been living while at Corvus.

I’ve only ever seen him with women hanging over him at parties, but I guess I’ve never seen him actually leave with one, and he sure as shit hasn’t dated in the years we’ve been here.

I had always wondered, but to have it confirmed?

My heart aches in my chest, and I lift my hand to rub over the spot. He’s been living hidden just to fit in, and the glimpses of vulnerability he’s let slip in front of me; I have a feeling there’s a lot more where that comes from.

Silas is so much more than I thought he was. The way he was teasing me earlier in the archives about did me in. My restraint is hanging on by a thread. I want more of him. I want all of him.

I join a group of our friends in the kitchen, the heat of Silas’ eyes burning a hole in the back of my head as I walk away.

Parker nods to me as he hands me a drink.

He knows I don’t like alcohol, so I’m sure he’s found a way to pour me a drink that’s all soda or juice, sans the liquid that will kill my ability to focus the next day.

“Thanks,” I say, bringing the cup to my lips, the cool, crisp Coke fizzing on my tongue. I give Parker an appreciative nod, and he just rolls his eyes in return.

“Lost you in the crowd, what happened?”

“Thought I saw someone,” I semi-lie. I don’t need Parker to know about my little obsession with Silas Blackwood.

He hates him, and I know that’s not changing anytime soon.

A complication I didn’t think would matter until now.

Now, everything has changed. I’ll have to deal with that once I find a way to make Silas mine.

The party picks up, music blaring, base thumping through the speakers, dancing picking up.

A hand slips into mine, warm and clammy, yet familiar.

Devin pulls me into the crowd, pressing my hips flush against his.

We’ve hooked up a few times in the past, and I’m not one to typically turn down a good time, but the moment his body is against mine, it feels all wrong.

I can feel the heat of Silas’ stare locked onto me without needing to meet his eyes.

It’s unfair to goad him, knowing he isn’t openly out, but I want to push him, want him to see what he could have if he just took one step at a time in my direction.

If he would just hand over the reins to me, I’d make sure he was okay.

He deserves to live the life he’s always wanted.

My hand clasps around Devin’s neck possessively, and I grind against him, his hard cock rubbing against the front of my jeans as we sway.

I love dancing; it’s such a seductive form of foreplay, and I so badly wish it were Silas’ hands roaming my body right now.

Even though I know Devin is a decent lay, it’s not doing a damn thing for me, my dick remaining flaccid even though this could be a sure thing if I wanted it to be.

“Been too long, Asher.”

“Been busy, you looking for something from me?”

His resounding “mmm” is muffled against my neck as his tongue traces up and down the length.

I tilt my head to the side to give him easier access when I lift my eyes to meet a set of icy blues across the room.

Silas looks pissed. Anger is etched deeply into his skin as a fist clenches at his side, his other hand gripping the Solo cup so tight it’s crunched against his palm .

Is someone jealous?

My cock perks up, steadily hardening behind my jeans as Silas watches us. My eyes roam his perfect, sculpted body, remembering exactly what he looks like under his jeans, how hard his cock gets when he’s turned on, the noises he makes when he comes.

Yeah, that’s doing it for me.

My hand slides around Devin’s body, reaching for his ass and pulling him closer to me, my leg sliding easily between his, goading him to practically dry hump my thigh on the floor.

“Need you,” he slurs as he pushes his dick harder against me, using my body to give himself the friction he needs. Normally, this is the point where I’d pull him into a closet or back to his room, and we’d exchange orgasms.

But the only reason my cock is hard right now is from a certain blond slacker currently shooting me a death glare from across the room and the memory of his thigh rubbing against mine as I came in front of him.

Silas tosses his cup to the ground not a moment later, storming out of the room. My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach, and I release Devin quickly, putting some space between us.

“Sorry, not tonight,” I tell him. He gives me a sexy little pout, but then he’s gone, fluttering off into the crowd like nothing happened at all.

My feet are moving before I realize it, only one person on my mind.

I like knowing he was jealous, but the last thing I want to do is hurt him.

I’m overwhelmed with regret, feeling terrible for how I just behaved.

It’s not like me at all. Yeah, I wanted to see his reaction, but at what expense?

I was just practically rubbing everything Silas wants and can’t have in his face.

I search the bottom floor with no luck, turning down a long corridor when I hear his footsteps echoing ahead of me. I finally catch up to him, the noise of the party long drowned out, having followed him into the depths of the dormitory.

I snatch his leather jacket, spinning him around to face me. If we’re going to do this, I’m certainly not going to yell at the back of his head. His shock is quickly replaced by rage, and I’m ready to meet him toe-to-toe if that’s how it’s going to be. I screwed up, and I can take his reaction.

“Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? No! No, I’m not okay! Who the fuck was that? You’re just gonna hook up out in the open like that? Surprised you didn’t have his dick out with the way you were dancing!”

I cock my head at him, a smirk playing on my lips as I take a confident step in his direction.

So, he was jealous. We’re completely hidden in this part of the hall; it’s a narrow dead end with a large window at the end.

I’m not sure what it was ever used for because there are no doors, just a tight alcove.

“Careful, Silas, or I’d think you were jealous.”

His face turns red, heat flashing behind his eyes before he shakes his head with a scoff.

But I saw it. It’s not the first time, either.

I know he wants me, and goading him out there was really messed up on my part, but now I know for sure that I’m not the only one feeling this chemistry between us.

I prowl him like a lion stalking its prey. He backs up farther and farther until his back hits the wall. My hands follow as I place my palms on either side of his head, caging him in. His blue eyes are blown wide, chest heaving with heavy pants.

Déjà vu washes over me, making me sway slightly on my feet. I cock my head to the side as I study his face, trying to place what I’m feeling, but all I see are those crystal-blue eyes that have been haunting my dreams.

His eyes are heavily lidded, lust filled, and wild. His chest rapidly rises and crashes, and I know without a doubt that I’m right. He wants me. He’s just too fearful to go for it. I’m not going to let him put up the wall this time. He’s not running away from me when I know he wants this.

I dip my head down, running my nose along his jaw toward his ear, his light scruff tickling me but feeling so good against my skin.

I inhale as I go, breathing in his spicy, rich scent, filling my lungs with him .

My lips brush against his ear, my breath hot on his skin as I speak.

“Walk away if you don’t want this, because if you stay, I’m going to do dirty, dirty things to you.

” My tongue darts out, flicking his lobe before pulling it lightly between my teeth.

Silas’ harsh intakes of breath, his failure to heed my warning, and the hard outline of his dick against my thigh are all I need to know to keep going. I want to eat him alive, bury myself into the marrow of his bones so I’m forever part of him.

“I knew you wanted me,” I taunt.

“Shut the fuck up, Ash.”

Ash.

“You may be king of this castle, Silas, the school’s prized player, the president’s golden child, but here? With me? You’re mine. No more running away.”

I don’t know how I expected Silas to react.

This huge, cocky, self-righteous, pompous, jock standing in front of me.

But his reaction? Never in my wildest imagination would it be this.

I expected a fight and an explosive race to hate-fuck.

Turns out, I was wrong. Again. His body sags against the stone wall, shoulders and spine relaxing as a whimper escapes his lips.

He fucking whimpers.

A smile fills my face as my hand reaches up and finally, finally , touches his hair, pushing the blond strands out of his face before cupping his cheek. If he wants me to be in control, take the lead, handle him with care? I can do that. I’d love to do that .

“You like that, slacker?” I whisper against his skin. Silas releases a rough exhale, his body practically trembling. This huge, muscular jock, trembling against me. Talk about a heady fucking feeling.

My hands run lightly over the sides of his neck, caressing over his shoulders and pushing the thick leather jacket down his arms until it falls at our feet.

Silas stands before me in a tight-as-fuck plain white T-shirt that leaves little to the imagination.

My hands roam the expanse of his torso, running my fingers over each ridge of his cut abs, until I get to the hem line.

So slowly, I inch it upward until I’ve pushed it up over his muscular chest.

That déjà vu hits again as my eyes roam over him, his flawless skin, the small mole on his right hip, his pert, pink nipples. Goddamn, he’s ripped. So sexy. But also, there’s something eerily familiar about his body.

My mouth salivates as I look at him in front of me; he’s shaking slightly, and I don’t know if it’s nerves or arousal. My cock bucks against the zipper of my jeans as I lean back in, burying my face into his neck and pulling in a deep breath of his scent again.

My lips connect with his skin, my tongue peeking out and tasting his flesh for the first time, my appreciative moan vibrating against him.

“I knew you’d taste this good,” I confess to him, wanting him to know I’ve been thinking about him like this.

I trail breathless, hungry kisses down his neck, pushing up his shirt farther so I can shower his chest with my lips and tongue.

Silas’ breath hitches, a little gasp on his lips as my tongue swirls around his tight nipple, my teeth nipping slightly before soothing it with my tongue.

I lap at his skin, taking my time to build him up. His hips gyrate minutely, just a light thrust against me, and my control snaps. I need him.

“I want you, Si, so bad. I can lead this, just give me the okay, tell me I can touch you. Really touch you.”

“Fuck. Touch me. Please touch me. I feel like I’ll die if you don’t, Asher.”

Jesus Christ, his voice when he’s desperate? It’s nothing like the asshole jock I’ve known for the last three years. This version of Silas? This is what dreams are made of.

My fingers move to his jeans, unbuckling his belt; my hands are shaking with anticipation, but I’ve never been surer. Flicking open the button of his jeans, I push them down his hips, and then his thick cock springs free.

It’s a sight to behold. Long, thick, engorged, purple crown. An image of him leaking while I pump into his ass flashes through my mind, and I barely restrain the shiver that passes through me at the thought. A thought that’s so vividly familiar.

I’ve been wanting to touch him since he pulled himself out in front of me, and I watched him stroke it until he blew his load into his hand. Now he’s going to come in mine.

My hand wraps around his length, tugging it and pulling another sweet fucking sound from his lips. Pleasure pulses through my body, and I haven’t been touched in return. Yeah. Silas Blackwood is an obsession I refuse to give up.