Partner Games
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Swift looked up at me and he gave my waistband another little tug. “Lift your hips so I can slide these off?”
My eyes widened as I realized what that meant, and my knees felt weak. I did as he asked, though, and watched, dreamlike, as he slid my yoga pants and panties all at once down my hips, carefully easing his big body off the bed as he did. Then I was naked and sprawled on the hotel bed and he was standing over me.
He gave a small shake of his head and his hand went to the front of his pants, pressing against the side of his erection. “God damn, you’re beautiful.” He moved forward and grabbed my hips, sliding me toward the edge of the bed. “You got a good vibe at home?”
How the heck did a girl respond to that??? “Um…?”
My legs went over the edge of the bed and I watched as he knelt on the floor. “You know, to take care of yourself?”
This was rather personal. “I’m fine,” I said, and my voice squeaked up a notch again.
“Guess that’s a no. Damn. There’s virgin and there’s super virgin, and you seem to be a super virgin, baby.”
“Sorry?”
He chuckled and his hands smoothed up my thighs, his gaze on my sex. “Don’t be. I’m just trying to figure out the best way to blow your mind.”
“You’re…doing pretty good so far.”
He nodded, and then his hand stroked my skin. His fingers grazed against the inside of one leg and then he pushed my thighs apart. He kept studying me. “This is pretty.”
My cheeks felt hot with embarrassment, but I didn’t move. I’d probably just melt onto the floor if I even tried.
“Am I going too fast for you?” he asked again.
I shook my head.
“Love hearing that,” he said, and then hiked one thigh over his shoulder, and then the next. Before I could prepare myself, his mouth was buried against my sex.
And then his tongue brushed against my clit.
I flopped back on the bed, gasping. I stared up at the ceiling as I tried to make sense of the sensations going on downstairs. His tongue was exploring my sex, and it felt squirmy and intimate and…I wanted to push him aside and clamp my legs shut almost as much as I wanted to push up against his mouth. So I remained frozen in place, stiff, waiting for him to say – or do – something else. Magic was supposed to start happening right about now, right? I was supposed to burst into a furious orgasm at the moment his tongue touched me, wasn’t I? But it just felt…strange.
He chuckled, and the feel of his breath against my private parts sent shivers up my spine. “Would you fucking relax? You’re stiff as a board.”
“Are you criticizing me?” I asked, propping up on my elbows again, a frown on my face. “I really don’t think….”
The words died in my throat as he grinned and I watched as his tongue snaked out and flicked over my clit again. The squirmy feeling in my body intensified.
“You’re too tense,” he said, and then gave me another lick that was sinful to watch. “Relax a little.”
“Relax?” With him between my legs licking me? Was he high?
“So where do you think they’re sending us next?” he asked, voice casual as he slid a finger down the seam of my sex and then gently pulled it open, and nuzzled at my clit.
I blinked slowly, watching his mouth, his tongue darting out and flicking against my private parts. When his brows went up and he looked at me, I realized he was honestly waiting for an answer. Oh. I returned to staring at the ceiling, trying to think. All the while, he continued to circle and lick around my clit, and my hips jerked with the occasional jolt when he touched a sensitive spot.
“Where will they send us next…” I repeated the question, trying to comprehend it. What on earth were we talking about? Oh, the race. “I…ooh.” A moan escaped my throat as he rasped against something sensitive.
“Mmm?” His murmur was a question, though he didn’t stop what he was doing.
I wiggled against his mouth, and his tongue flicked a little harder. Oooh. Okay. “Uh. I don’t think it’ll be Europe, because…ohhh, uh…it’ll be…ummmh….someplace…different.” Heat was pooling under my skin, and my pulse was pounding awfully close to where his tongue was working.
“Mm?” He flicked his tongue against my clit. “Asia?”
“Sure,” I breathed, and then fell back when I felt his finger glide through my folds and dip into my core. Not far, just teasing at the entrance. “Oh God.” My hands went to my breasts and then smoothed down my ribs. “I think I’m feeling it.”
“Mmhmmm,” he murmured, and it sent little shivers through my body. “You wanna play with your breasts while I play with you?”
I exhaled loudly, but my hands went obediently to my boobs, and I plucked at my nipples, pinching and squeezing as he rubbed his finger against my core and his tongue continued to work on my clit. My hips jerked when he hit a sensitive spot, and a weird noise escaped my throat.
“Africa?” He asked, and then sucked gently on my flesh.
“Wh-what?” I had no idea what we were talking about. I rubbed my nipples and when his finger pressed deeper, my hips went up, bucking against his mouth. “Swift,” I moaned.
“I got you,” he said, and increased the pressure, sucking and sliding his finger in and out again. My hips followed his mouth until I was pushing hard against him, wanting more friction. My hands were tightly gripping my breasts, and his tongue felt as if it was hammering against my clit so rapidly that I didn’t see how he could possibly breathe. “I….” I began, only to completely lose track again when his finger moved inside me. It was pressing against me somewhere inside, and my legs jerked. “Oh!”
“Right there,” he said to himself, and then sucked on my clit again, and then rubbed on that same spot.
I came, right against his mouth. My entire body arched and a rush of sensation moved through me. I might have made a sound like a dying cat, not that I cared. Swift just kept rubbing and rubbing on that spot, and my legs kept squeezing against his shoulders, and I kept coming.
I was pretty sure he’d ruined me for my own hands after this.
Eventually, my body jerked with aftershocks and I pushed at his head, my body feeling over-sensitive.
He pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh and then slid out from under my boneless legs, his mouth wet and gleaming and pink. He licked his lips and then grinned at me. “Well?”
“Africa?” I said dazedly. “Were we talking about Africa?”
Swift chuckled and crawled onto the bed, then pulled me against him, spooning me. “Close enough.”
I could feel the stab of his erection against my backside. “What about you?”
He tucked me closer to him, and pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder, even as his hand went to my front and squeezed my breast. “We’re going slow, remember?”
“At this rate, I’m lucky if I remember my own name.”
Swift laughed.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“I think this might be the first time I’ve hated to leave a rest stop.” — Swift, Team One Percent, The World Races
My eyes widened as I realized what that meant, and my knees felt weak. I did as he asked, though, and watched, dreamlike, as he slid my yoga pants and panties all at once down my hips, carefully easing his big body off the bed as he did. Then I was naked and sprawled on the hotel bed and he was standing over me.
He gave a small shake of his head and his hand went to the front of his pants, pressing against the side of his erection. “God damn, you’re beautiful.” He moved forward and grabbed my hips, sliding me toward the edge of the bed. “You got a good vibe at home?”
How the heck did a girl respond to that??? “Um…?”
My legs went over the edge of the bed and I watched as he knelt on the floor. “You know, to take care of yourself?”
This was rather personal. “I’m fine,” I said, and my voice squeaked up a notch again.
“Guess that’s a no. Damn. There’s virgin and there’s super virgin, and you seem to be a super virgin, baby.”
“Sorry?”
He chuckled and his hands smoothed up my thighs, his gaze on my sex. “Don’t be. I’m just trying to figure out the best way to blow your mind.”
“You’re…doing pretty good so far.”
He nodded, and then his hand stroked my skin. His fingers grazed against the inside of one leg and then he pushed my thighs apart. He kept studying me. “This is pretty.”
My cheeks felt hot with embarrassment, but I didn’t move. I’d probably just melt onto the floor if I even tried.
“Am I going too fast for you?” he asked again.
I shook my head.
“Love hearing that,” he said, and then hiked one thigh over his shoulder, and then the next. Before I could prepare myself, his mouth was buried against my sex.
And then his tongue brushed against my clit.
I flopped back on the bed, gasping. I stared up at the ceiling as I tried to make sense of the sensations going on downstairs. His tongue was exploring my sex, and it felt squirmy and intimate and…I wanted to push him aside and clamp my legs shut almost as much as I wanted to push up against his mouth. So I remained frozen in place, stiff, waiting for him to say – or do – something else. Magic was supposed to start happening right about now, right? I was supposed to burst into a furious orgasm at the moment his tongue touched me, wasn’t I? But it just felt…strange.
He chuckled, and the feel of his breath against my private parts sent shivers up my spine. “Would you fucking relax? You’re stiff as a board.”
“Are you criticizing me?” I asked, propping up on my elbows again, a frown on my face. “I really don’t think….”
The words died in my throat as he grinned and I watched as his tongue snaked out and flicked over my clit again. The squirmy feeling in my body intensified.
“You’re too tense,” he said, and then gave me another lick that was sinful to watch. “Relax a little.”
“Relax?” With him between my legs licking me? Was he high?
“So where do you think they’re sending us next?” he asked, voice casual as he slid a finger down the seam of my sex and then gently pulled it open, and nuzzled at my clit.
I blinked slowly, watching his mouth, his tongue darting out and flicking against my private parts. When his brows went up and he looked at me, I realized he was honestly waiting for an answer. Oh. I returned to staring at the ceiling, trying to think. All the while, he continued to circle and lick around my clit, and my hips jerked with the occasional jolt when he touched a sensitive spot.
“Where will they send us next…” I repeated the question, trying to comprehend it. What on earth were we talking about? Oh, the race. “I…ooh.” A moan escaped my throat as he rasped against something sensitive.
“Mmm?” His murmur was a question, though he didn’t stop what he was doing.
I wiggled against his mouth, and his tongue flicked a little harder. Oooh. Okay. “Uh. I don’t think it’ll be Europe, because…ohhh, uh…it’ll be…ummmh….someplace…different.” Heat was pooling under my skin, and my pulse was pounding awfully close to where his tongue was working.
“Mm?” He flicked his tongue against my clit. “Asia?”
“Sure,” I breathed, and then fell back when I felt his finger glide through my folds and dip into my core. Not far, just teasing at the entrance. “Oh God.” My hands went to my breasts and then smoothed down my ribs. “I think I’m feeling it.”
“Mmhmmm,” he murmured, and it sent little shivers through my body. “You wanna play with your breasts while I play with you?”
I exhaled loudly, but my hands went obediently to my boobs, and I plucked at my nipples, pinching and squeezing as he rubbed his finger against my core and his tongue continued to work on my clit. My hips jerked when he hit a sensitive spot, and a weird noise escaped my throat.
“Africa?” He asked, and then sucked gently on my flesh.
“Wh-what?” I had no idea what we were talking about. I rubbed my nipples and when his finger pressed deeper, my hips went up, bucking against his mouth. “Swift,” I moaned.
“I got you,” he said, and increased the pressure, sucking and sliding his finger in and out again. My hips followed his mouth until I was pushing hard against him, wanting more friction. My hands were tightly gripping my breasts, and his tongue felt as if it was hammering against my clit so rapidly that I didn’t see how he could possibly breathe. “I….” I began, only to completely lose track again when his finger moved inside me. It was pressing against me somewhere inside, and my legs jerked. “Oh!”
“Right there,” he said to himself, and then sucked on my clit again, and then rubbed on that same spot.
I came, right against his mouth. My entire body arched and a rush of sensation moved through me. I might have made a sound like a dying cat, not that I cared. Swift just kept rubbing and rubbing on that spot, and my legs kept squeezing against his shoulders, and I kept coming.
I was pretty sure he’d ruined me for my own hands after this.
Eventually, my body jerked with aftershocks and I pushed at his head, my body feeling over-sensitive.
He pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh and then slid out from under my boneless legs, his mouth wet and gleaming and pink. He licked his lips and then grinned at me. “Well?”
“Africa?” I said dazedly. “Were we talking about Africa?”
Swift chuckled and crawled onto the bed, then pulled me against him, spooning me. “Close enough.”
I could feel the stab of his erection against my backside. “What about you?”
He tucked me closer to him, and pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder, even as his hand went to my front and squeezed my breast. “We’re going slow, remember?”
“At this rate, I’m lucky if I remember my own name.”
Swift laughed.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“I think this might be the first time I’ve hated to leave a rest stop.” — Swift, Team One Percent, The World Races
