Partner Games
Page 37
I held my breath as his hand went lower, and then he cupped my breast again. He leaned in and I thought he was going to kiss me once more, but instead, he moved to my breast and took the tip in his mouth.
A whimper escaped my throat.
“Too fast?” he asked, lifting his head.
I shook mine, mutely. My entire body felt as if it had come alive with that small lick. I wanted it again.
He chuckled and I felt his breath move over my skin. Then he brushed his lips over my nipple again, and took it in his mouth. I felt his tongue flick against it, over and over.
A soft moan escaped my throat and I arched, pushing up against him.
“You can touch me,” he murmured, and then licked my nipple again. “Touch me wherever and however you want.”
My hands fluttered and went to his shoulders. His skin felt scorching hot against mine, and I shivered. I liked the feel of it. I wanted it against my body. So I wrapped my arms around him and dragged him down against me until he got the message.
Swift chuckled and then kissed me again. He pressed a light peck to my jaw, then moved down to my neck. All the while, I felt his hard, hot torso pressed against my skin.
And God, it was delicious.
He licked at my neck, and I gave another little sigh of pleasure. “That feels so good.”
“Mm? I can make you feel better.” His hand went to the band of my yoga pants, and I felt his fingers press against my belly.
I tensed, waiting.
BANG BANG BANG.
“Yo man, open up,” called Plate from the other side of the door.
Shit.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“How did I spend my break? … Sleeping? Yes, sleeping. Lots of sleeping.” – Clementine, Team Beauty and the Geek, The World Races
Plate banged on the door again. “Open up already.”
Swift cursed under his breath and leapt up from the bed. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it against me, hunching down against the mattress. This was the worst timing ever. Surely he wasn’t going to open the door, was he? Not with me topless–
Swift opened the door.
A squeak of distress escaped me.
“What?” He sounded pissed. “I’m a little busy at the moment.”
I heard Plate laugh from behind my pillow fort. “Dude, I don’t know if you noticed, but you have a boner.”
Swift sighed. “Just tell me what you need and go away.”
“You seen Clementine? Georgie’s looking for her.”
There was an awkward pause.
“…She the reason you have a pole?” Plate sounded amused.
“Just tell her sister she’ll be back in a few hours, all right?” Swift’s voice was tense.
I was dying of mortification. What was Georgie going to say when I got back? I peered over the edge of the bed, looking for my top. Maybe I should have dressed and left. But for some reason, I was paralyzed. One part fear that Plate would take a few steps into the room and see me hiding my breasts and face behind one of the overstuffed bed pillows….and one part anxiety that Swift and I weren’t going to be able to continue.
Because I really, really wanted to continue.
“Cool, cool, ” Plate said.
I scrunched my face up, eyes closed, waiting for him to come in the room and make my embarrassment complete. Instead, the door closed and it got quiet. I peeked over and there was Swift, rubbing one hand over his head and making his hair stand up.
“Sorry ’bout that,” he said. “I had to make sure it wasn’t race bullshit.”
“It’s okay.” My voice sounded tiny even to my own ears. I hesitated for a moment, and then looked around. Should I leave? Was that my cue and I wasn’t getting it? I kept the pillow hugged to my chest and sat up. “Maybe I should go.”
“No–” Swift said, heading back toward the bed. As he did, I noticed that he did, in fact, have an enormous tent in the front of his pants. Oh man. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to me and gave me an earnest look. “Stay for a few hours?”
My gaze strayed down from his gorgeous face to all that tattooed muscle in front of me. How could I refuse when he was so gorgeously shirtless? So I nodded.
He grinned and leaned forward, toward me. “Now, where were we?”
Your hand was about to go into my pants, my brain reminded me. All that came out of my mouth, however, was a nervous squeak. I cleared my throat. “I…think I was touching you?”
“Ahhh. I am more than happy to have you carry on, then.” He laid down on his side and then patted the bed, indicating I should move next to him.
I moved down next to him, and (with a bit of courage) released the pillow I was clutching to my breasts. My nipples tightened and I held my breath, waiting for him to touch me again. Please, please touch me again. If I had to make the first move, I didn’t know what I’d do.
I leaned forward and to my relief, he met me halfway. Our lips touched in the most feathery of kisses, and then my tongue met his and the kissing began in earnest. My arms went around his neck as he nibbled and sucked on my mouth, flicking against my tongue in the occasional wicked tease. His hand returned to my bare waist and my brain began a silent chant of higher – no wait, lower, lower.
Then, he kissed me one more time and gave me a heated look. “Lie back.”
A shuddery breath escaped me, and I bit my lip and slid onto my back, my gaze on him the entire time. It felt like I was about to burst with excitement and tension and, okay, anxiety too. What if I did this wrong? What if I wasn’t sexy enough to keep him excited?
But then he bent down and pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then began a trail of kisses along my collarbones. My breath came in short, quick gasps as he kissed his way down to one of my small breasts, and I gave a small moan of frustration when he brushed his lips over my nipple…and then continued on down. Where was he going with this?
Swift slid down my body a few more inches, kissing along my ribs and then down to the dip of my belly, and continued to my navel. When he did, he flicked his tongue in the dip of it and then got on hands and knees and prowled over me like a wild animal.
I sat up on my elbows, curious. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” he said, and pressed his mouth to my belly button again. Then he gave me another wicked grin and kissed lower…on the fabric. And lower again, until his mouth was right over my pubic bone.
This time, when he pressed his mouth to kiss me, I felt his tongue stroke out and push the fabric against my clit, hard.
A soft cry escaped my throat and I slumped back against the bed. That was…oh God. It took everything in me to remain still when he nuzzled against the fabric again. “You wet under here, Tiny?”
All I could do was moan.
His tongue pressed through the fabric again, and this time, I felt my hips push up against him, and a searing bolt of pleasure rocketed through me. Swift’s hands went to the waistband of my pants and he tugged at them. “How far have you gone before?”
“Not far,” I breathed. This was about it, really.
He shook his head. “Amazing that someone as beautiful and smart as you can be so overlooked. Guys are so fucking dumb.”
“You need to be nicer to guys. I happen to like one of them.” I tried to keep my voice all casual and teasing, but I sounded like I was running a race. Real smooth, Clementine.
A whimper escaped my throat.
“Too fast?” he asked, lifting his head.
I shook mine, mutely. My entire body felt as if it had come alive with that small lick. I wanted it again.
He chuckled and I felt his breath move over my skin. Then he brushed his lips over my nipple again, and took it in his mouth. I felt his tongue flick against it, over and over.
A soft moan escaped my throat and I arched, pushing up against him.
“You can touch me,” he murmured, and then licked my nipple again. “Touch me wherever and however you want.”
My hands fluttered and went to his shoulders. His skin felt scorching hot against mine, and I shivered. I liked the feel of it. I wanted it against my body. So I wrapped my arms around him and dragged him down against me until he got the message.
Swift chuckled and then kissed me again. He pressed a light peck to my jaw, then moved down to my neck. All the while, I felt his hard, hot torso pressed against my skin.
And God, it was delicious.
He licked at my neck, and I gave another little sigh of pleasure. “That feels so good.”
“Mm? I can make you feel better.” His hand went to the band of my yoga pants, and I felt his fingers press against my belly.
I tensed, waiting.
BANG BANG BANG.
“Yo man, open up,” called Plate from the other side of the door.
Shit.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“How did I spend my break? … Sleeping? Yes, sleeping. Lots of sleeping.” – Clementine, Team Beauty and the Geek, The World Races
Plate banged on the door again. “Open up already.”
Swift cursed under his breath and leapt up from the bed. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it against me, hunching down against the mattress. This was the worst timing ever. Surely he wasn’t going to open the door, was he? Not with me topless–
Swift opened the door.
A squeak of distress escaped me.
“What?” He sounded pissed. “I’m a little busy at the moment.”
I heard Plate laugh from behind my pillow fort. “Dude, I don’t know if you noticed, but you have a boner.”
Swift sighed. “Just tell me what you need and go away.”
“You seen Clementine? Georgie’s looking for her.”
There was an awkward pause.
“…She the reason you have a pole?” Plate sounded amused.
“Just tell her sister she’ll be back in a few hours, all right?” Swift’s voice was tense.
I was dying of mortification. What was Georgie going to say when I got back? I peered over the edge of the bed, looking for my top. Maybe I should have dressed and left. But for some reason, I was paralyzed. One part fear that Plate would take a few steps into the room and see me hiding my breasts and face behind one of the overstuffed bed pillows….and one part anxiety that Swift and I weren’t going to be able to continue.
Because I really, really wanted to continue.
“Cool, cool, ” Plate said.
I scrunched my face up, eyes closed, waiting for him to come in the room and make my embarrassment complete. Instead, the door closed and it got quiet. I peeked over and there was Swift, rubbing one hand over his head and making his hair stand up.
“Sorry ’bout that,” he said. “I had to make sure it wasn’t race bullshit.”
“It’s okay.” My voice sounded tiny even to my own ears. I hesitated for a moment, and then looked around. Should I leave? Was that my cue and I wasn’t getting it? I kept the pillow hugged to my chest and sat up. “Maybe I should go.”
“No–” Swift said, heading back toward the bed. As he did, I noticed that he did, in fact, have an enormous tent in the front of his pants. Oh man. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to me and gave me an earnest look. “Stay for a few hours?”
My gaze strayed down from his gorgeous face to all that tattooed muscle in front of me. How could I refuse when he was so gorgeously shirtless? So I nodded.
He grinned and leaned forward, toward me. “Now, where were we?”
Your hand was about to go into my pants, my brain reminded me. All that came out of my mouth, however, was a nervous squeak. I cleared my throat. “I…think I was touching you?”
“Ahhh. I am more than happy to have you carry on, then.” He laid down on his side and then patted the bed, indicating I should move next to him.
I moved down next to him, and (with a bit of courage) released the pillow I was clutching to my breasts. My nipples tightened and I held my breath, waiting for him to touch me again. Please, please touch me again. If I had to make the first move, I didn’t know what I’d do.
I leaned forward and to my relief, he met me halfway. Our lips touched in the most feathery of kisses, and then my tongue met his and the kissing began in earnest. My arms went around his neck as he nibbled and sucked on my mouth, flicking against my tongue in the occasional wicked tease. His hand returned to my bare waist and my brain began a silent chant of higher – no wait, lower, lower.
Then, he kissed me one more time and gave me a heated look. “Lie back.”
A shuddery breath escaped me, and I bit my lip and slid onto my back, my gaze on him the entire time. It felt like I was about to burst with excitement and tension and, okay, anxiety too. What if I did this wrong? What if I wasn’t sexy enough to keep him excited?
But then he bent down and pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then began a trail of kisses along my collarbones. My breath came in short, quick gasps as he kissed his way down to one of my small breasts, and I gave a small moan of frustration when he brushed his lips over my nipple…and then continued on down. Where was he going with this?
Swift slid down my body a few more inches, kissing along my ribs and then down to the dip of my belly, and continued to my navel. When he did, he flicked his tongue in the dip of it and then got on hands and knees and prowled over me like a wild animal.
I sat up on my elbows, curious. “What are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” he said, and pressed his mouth to my belly button again. Then he gave me another wicked grin and kissed lower…on the fabric. And lower again, until his mouth was right over my pubic bone.
This time, when he pressed his mouth to kiss me, I felt his tongue stroke out and push the fabric against my clit, hard.
A soft cry escaped my throat and I slumped back against the bed. That was…oh God. It took everything in me to remain still when he nuzzled against the fabric again. “You wet under here, Tiny?”
All I could do was moan.
His tongue pressed through the fabric again, and this time, I felt my hips push up against him, and a searing bolt of pleasure rocketed through me. Swift’s hands went to the waistband of my pants and he tugged at them. “How far have you gone before?”
“Not far,” I breathed. This was about it, really.
He shook his head. “Amazing that someone as beautiful and smart as you can be so overlooked. Guys are so fucking dumb.”
“You need to be nicer to guys. I happen to like one of them.” I tried to keep my voice all casual and teasing, but I sounded like I was running a race. Real smooth, Clementine.
