Partner Games
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He didn’t stop to ask me again, just repeated the motion. I raised my hips with each movement, trying to get his thumb to press harder on my clit. Each stroke of his cock inside me dragged me a little bit closer to perfection, but not quite. Little gasping sounds had started to escape my throat, and I didn’t even realize I was making them until Swift groaned. “God, you are so fucking hot, Tiny.” He thrust hard again, and those deep-down tingles returned.
“Harder,” I panted. My hand fluttered to his shoulder, then I tried to reach between us, to help his hand on my clit. It wasn’t that he was doing it wrong, it was that I was so close and needed more. I wanted to help things along – because if this continued for much longer, I was going to start screaming out of need.
Swift growled low in his throat, and then he grabbed my thigh. He bent it and pushed it forward, until my knee almost smacked my shoulder. Then he leaned in and his thrusts grew deeper.
And oh God, the change in angle? It made everything explode. I cried out, my nails digging into his arms. His thumb on my clit was suddenly too much, and I was flying apart. Sensation tore through my mind, and a guttural cry tore from my throat as I came. It was a thousand times more powerful than I’d ever managed with my hand, and more intense with him inside me than when he’d given me oral. It was just…everything.
My body clenched tight around him, as if trying to force him out and give itself a break. Swift didn’t stop, though. He kept pounding into me, arm braced on the mattress, his hips moving so fast I couldn’t even keep track of it. Then, the breath exploded from his throat and he jerked over me, his body shaking against mine. He tightened, and his next stroke became agonizingly slow, his hips pressing against mine so hard the top of my head mashed against the headboard.
Then he exhaled deeply and slumped over me. With a groan, he rolled onto his side and his body slipped out of mine. He flopped onto his back next to me.
I stared up at the ceiling, feeling a bit…flattened. I mean, flattened in a good way, but still like I’d been beaten to a fine paste and then reshaped into something new.
Wow.
Swift panted on the bed next to me. “You…okay?”
“I think so.” I sounded as breathless as him.
He laughed. “You think so?”
“I might need to try that again later. Just to make sure everything was like I remembered.”
He rolled onto his side and grinned at me. “You really are the cutest damn thing, Clementine Price.”
I smiled at him. I felt weirdly vulnerable. “Thanks.”
He leaned in and gave me a smacking peck on the mouth, then bounded out of bed. I propped up on my elbows, frowning. What the heck? Where was he going? But when he moved to a nearby garbage can and peeled the condom, I felt stupid. Of course. He cleaned up with a small towel, offered a damp one to me a minute later, and I mopped up, trying not to feel weird about things. No big deal, just a bit of post sex tidying.
The moment I was finished, Swift pounced on me in the bed and pulled me against him. “Mmm, come here, you.” He nuzzled against my throat. “I’m going to miss you, you know?”
A knot formed in my throat and I held him tight against me. “I’m gonna miss you, too.”
“Are you a big texter?” His mouth pressed to my temple.
I shrugged. “I can be?”
“I tend to text a lot. Easier than trying to have a conversation in the garage when it gets noisy, and I take Dad on a lot of hospital visits.”
“Gimme your phone. I’ll put my number in and you can text me as much as you want.”
He gave me a pleased grin. “And we’ll stay connected?”
I nodded. “For as long as you want.” I’d be there for him, the best texting buddy he could possibly want. His life was in turmoil right now. The last thing he needed was someone weeping and crying over him leaving her behind…
Even if that was kind of how I felt at the moment.
He reached over me and grabbed his phone off the bed, and I snuggled down into Swift’s arms to type in my phone number, trying my best not to feel like my world was ending.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“What now? Now we go home.” – Swift, Team One Percent, The World Races, Post-Game Interview
Monday
Swift: Hey, babe. It’s me.
Tiny: Swift!! How are you? Did you get home okay?
Swift: Yeah. Flight was long. I’m kinda sick of planes. Was good to see Dad, though. He looks tired. I’m so glad we got the money.
Tiny: I’m glad for you, too.
Swift: How’s Hawaii?
Tiny: The weather’s perfect. Georgie and I spent all day on the beach. I look like a lobster.
Swift: A cute, nerdy lobster, maybe.
Tiny: Nerdy?
Swift: I have a thing for nerds, what can I say?
Tiny: That’s the only way I’ll forgive you for that comment.
Swift: J
Tiny: Feels weird to be texting instead of on the race, doesn’t it?
Swift: Yeah, it really does. I miss the hell out of you already.
Tiny: I miss you, too. An insane amount.
Tuesday
Swift: Yo. You awake?
Tiny: I am now?
Swift: Sorry. I keep forgetting you’re all those hours behind us.
Tiny: It’s ok. I don’t mind. J
Swift: Dad’s seeing the dr right now. I just…needed to hear from you.
Tiny: Want me to call?
Swift: No, I’m at the waiting room at the hospital. Someone nearby has a sleeping baby. Just keep me company, all right?
Tiny: I’m here for you.
Swift: How about a sexy selfie to keep me company?
Tiny: How about I tell you about ventral siphuncles and how they vary from Cambrian ammonoids to current day ones?
Swift: Oooor not. I want to stay awake.
Tiny: Okay, fine, here’s a picture.
Swift: Aw. You look so cute. All tousled and sleepy. Where are you at?
Tiny: Georgie’s friend’s house. I think he’s a model or something. He’s…kind of stupid. Don’t tell anyone I said that, though. He’s really nice.
Swift: A male model? He hot?
Tiny: I guess?
Swift: Should I be jealous that he’s there with you and I’m not?
Tiny: I think he has a boyfriend. You want me to ask if there’s room for one more in their bed?
“Harder,” I panted. My hand fluttered to his shoulder, then I tried to reach between us, to help his hand on my clit. It wasn’t that he was doing it wrong, it was that I was so close and needed more. I wanted to help things along – because if this continued for much longer, I was going to start screaming out of need.
Swift growled low in his throat, and then he grabbed my thigh. He bent it and pushed it forward, until my knee almost smacked my shoulder. Then he leaned in and his thrusts grew deeper.
And oh God, the change in angle? It made everything explode. I cried out, my nails digging into his arms. His thumb on my clit was suddenly too much, and I was flying apart. Sensation tore through my mind, and a guttural cry tore from my throat as I came. It was a thousand times more powerful than I’d ever managed with my hand, and more intense with him inside me than when he’d given me oral. It was just…everything.
My body clenched tight around him, as if trying to force him out and give itself a break. Swift didn’t stop, though. He kept pounding into me, arm braced on the mattress, his hips moving so fast I couldn’t even keep track of it. Then, the breath exploded from his throat and he jerked over me, his body shaking against mine. He tightened, and his next stroke became agonizingly slow, his hips pressing against mine so hard the top of my head mashed against the headboard.
Then he exhaled deeply and slumped over me. With a groan, he rolled onto his side and his body slipped out of mine. He flopped onto his back next to me.
I stared up at the ceiling, feeling a bit…flattened. I mean, flattened in a good way, but still like I’d been beaten to a fine paste and then reshaped into something new.
Wow.
Swift panted on the bed next to me. “You…okay?”
“I think so.” I sounded as breathless as him.
He laughed. “You think so?”
“I might need to try that again later. Just to make sure everything was like I remembered.”
He rolled onto his side and grinned at me. “You really are the cutest damn thing, Clementine Price.”
I smiled at him. I felt weirdly vulnerable. “Thanks.”
He leaned in and gave me a smacking peck on the mouth, then bounded out of bed. I propped up on my elbows, frowning. What the heck? Where was he going? But when he moved to a nearby garbage can and peeled the condom, I felt stupid. Of course. He cleaned up with a small towel, offered a damp one to me a minute later, and I mopped up, trying not to feel weird about things. No big deal, just a bit of post sex tidying.
The moment I was finished, Swift pounced on me in the bed and pulled me against him. “Mmm, come here, you.” He nuzzled against my throat. “I’m going to miss you, you know?”
A knot formed in my throat and I held him tight against me. “I’m gonna miss you, too.”
“Are you a big texter?” His mouth pressed to my temple.
I shrugged. “I can be?”
“I tend to text a lot. Easier than trying to have a conversation in the garage when it gets noisy, and I take Dad on a lot of hospital visits.”
“Gimme your phone. I’ll put my number in and you can text me as much as you want.”
He gave me a pleased grin. “And we’ll stay connected?”
I nodded. “For as long as you want.” I’d be there for him, the best texting buddy he could possibly want. His life was in turmoil right now. The last thing he needed was someone weeping and crying over him leaving her behind…
Even if that was kind of how I felt at the moment.
He reached over me and grabbed his phone off the bed, and I snuggled down into Swift’s arms to type in my phone number, trying my best not to feel like my world was ending.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“What now? Now we go home.” – Swift, Team One Percent, The World Races, Post-Game Interview
Monday
Swift: Hey, babe. It’s me.
Tiny: Swift!! How are you? Did you get home okay?
Swift: Yeah. Flight was long. I’m kinda sick of planes. Was good to see Dad, though. He looks tired. I’m so glad we got the money.
Tiny: I’m glad for you, too.
Swift: How’s Hawaii?
Tiny: The weather’s perfect. Georgie and I spent all day on the beach. I look like a lobster.
Swift: A cute, nerdy lobster, maybe.
Tiny: Nerdy?
Swift: I have a thing for nerds, what can I say?
Tiny: That’s the only way I’ll forgive you for that comment.
Swift: J
Tiny: Feels weird to be texting instead of on the race, doesn’t it?
Swift: Yeah, it really does. I miss the hell out of you already.
Tiny: I miss you, too. An insane amount.
Tuesday
Swift: Yo. You awake?
Tiny: I am now?
Swift: Sorry. I keep forgetting you’re all those hours behind us.
Tiny: It’s ok. I don’t mind. J
Swift: Dad’s seeing the dr right now. I just…needed to hear from you.
Tiny: Want me to call?
Swift: No, I’m at the waiting room at the hospital. Someone nearby has a sleeping baby. Just keep me company, all right?
Tiny: I’m here for you.
Swift: How about a sexy selfie to keep me company?
Tiny: How about I tell you about ventral siphuncles and how they vary from Cambrian ammonoids to current day ones?
Swift: Oooor not. I want to stay awake.
Tiny: Okay, fine, here’s a picture.
Swift: Aw. You look so cute. All tousled and sleepy. Where are you at?
Tiny: Georgie’s friend’s house. I think he’s a model or something. He’s…kind of stupid. Don’t tell anyone I said that, though. He’s really nice.
Swift: A male model? He hot?
Tiny: I guess?
Swift: Should I be jealous that he’s there with you and I’m not?
Tiny: I think he has a boyfriend. You want me to ask if there’s room for one more in their bed?
