I licked my lips. “Um.”
He rolled me onto my back and slid up my body, until we were face to face. “You didn’t have to do that. Why did you?”
I stared up at him, at his bright eyes and his gorgeous face. “You know why,” I croaked.
“I don’t. Especially if you had doubts about my dad.” He brushed a lock of hair off my brow. “So tell me why you did it.”
“Because I like you,” I said shyly. “And because I’d never be able to forgive myself if you were doing something as noble as racing for your dad and I screwed you over.”
He grinned. “But mostly because you like me?”
“Mostly.”
“I don’t deserve someone as sweet and as giving as you, Tiny.” Swift’s thumb traced my lower lip.
“Oh…I think you’re plenty deserving.” My voice wobbled.
“I shall, of course, have to pay you back in kind.” He leaned in and kissed my mouth, then kissed my throat, and then began to move down my body.
“In…kind?”
Swift glanced up. “I mean, of course, licking you until you can’t see straight.”
Oh. Oh my.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
“We never really planned from the get-go to pair up with the twins. I just thought the nerdy one was cute, and Plate’s always had a boner for Georgie Price. The fact that they’re awesome girls just made things fall into place.” – Swift, Team One Percent, Post-Game Interview, The World Races
I ran my tongue over my incredibly dry lips. All the moisture had been sucked out of my mouth at his words. Lick me until I can’t see straight?
That was a lot of licking.
“Don’t freak out on me,” he murmured, and gave me another heart-stopping grin. “You’re welcome to bail out if you need to.”
“No, I’m cool,” I said, and my voice squeaked like I was fourteen and not twenty-eight. God. Why was I so damn lame? I didn’t see how it was possible that someone like him was interested in someone like me. The pieces just didn’t fit. Of course, I knew this wasn’t a long term thing, it was a game thing. And now the game was over after tonight.
So I’d take what I could get and be happy about it.
I brushed my fingers over his jaw. There was stubble there, and his skin was warm. Tonight, he was mine to touch. I smiled shyly at him.
“You look nervous,” he said, and propped up on his elbows.
“A little.”
“Why? It’s just me.” Swift grinned at me. “I could make a joke here about me not biting, but I can’t promise that tonight.”
I shivered. Did this man not realize how incredibly hot he was? How lucky I was to be here with him? To have him showing interest in me? It still blew my mind.
“I think we need mood music,” Swift declared, and hopped off the bed. I sat up and watched him as he jogged across the room to get his phone, and then started flipping through his apps. A moment later, it started to blare rock music.
Not just any rock music, but Guns N’ Roses’s Sweet Child of Mine.
I giggled. “That’s mood music?” Granted, I loved the song but it wasn’t exactly sexy.
He shrugged. “Gets me in the mood.” He tossed the phone down and then bounced back on the bed, then crawled over to me. “See? I am so in the mood right now.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me and nipped at my shirt over my belly. Then, he took the hem in his teeth and lifted it.
A moment later, the song cut out.
I looked over at the phone. “The music died. Was it just a sample?”
“I guess I forgot to buy that one.”
I mock-gasped. “Don’t tell me you are a GNR pretender? I don’t think I can bear the thought.”
“I guess I shall just have to seduce you in other ways.” He leaned down to my belly again, to the sliver of skin he’d exposed. Before he put his mouth on it, though, he looked up. “It worked, right? I mean, I’m still in the mood.”
I laughed.
He grinned, and then his grin softened to something more intimate. “You are the prettiest damn thing, Tiny,” he whispered, then crawled forward over me until our mouths were even again, and then we were kissing. His tongue brushed over mine, and I moaned at the feel of his big body pressing mine into the mattress. Kissing Swift was heaven, and I loved everything about it, right down to the soft rasp of his stubbled chin against my skin.
He lifted his mouth a breath away from mine, and his nose nudged against my nose. “Should we get more comfortable?”
A thrill shot through me, and I nodded.
“Would you feel more comfortable if I went first?”
Would I? I nodded again. Plus, it’d give me more time to look at him, and I felt like I never got enough time to ogle the man.
He nipped at my lower lip, then sat up on the bed and stripped his shirt off. Tattoos and muscles flashed before my eyes, and I couldn’t stop staring at all that delicious skin. I wanted to feel it against me again. All the furtive moments we’d stolen together before? They weren’t nearly enough.
I shyly reached out and brushed my fingers over his pectoral tattoo, where his birth date was inked.
He groaned, his eyes closing as if in intense pleasure. His hands went to his belt, and he began to undo it–
BANG BANG BANG.
I jerked away from him as if scalded. The hotel door shook with another round of knocks. BANG BANG BANG. Then, giggles exploded from the other side.
“Goddamn it,” Swift muttered. “Those two are like children when you put them together.” He sauntered off the bed as I laid there, utterly frozen. “What do you fuckheads want?”
More laughter. Then, Swift looked down at the floor. He picked up a folded piece of paper and opened it, then began to read aloud. “Please remember to practice safe sex. Here are some condoms for you. Love, Plate and Georgie.” He looked over at me, then banged a fist on the door. “You chuckleheads get the fuck out of here.”
“We’re going,” Plate bellowed on the other side of the door. “Just wanted to make sure you guys were all set.”
“Fuck off,” Swift retorted, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. Me, I couldn’t stop blushing. Of course they knew what we were going to be doing in here. They had brains, and they knew we liked each other. Still, did they have to be so damn obvious about it? They’d totally killed the moment we were having.
Though, judging from the tent in the front of Swift’s jeans as he reapproached the bed, it wouldn’t take long to get back into the moment.
I bit my lip as he moved back to the bed. He tossed down the string of condoms. “Those idiots gave us six of them. Thoughtful, of course, but I’m pretty sure six is too many.”
“Yeah, we wouldn’t need more than five,” I teased, making my voice as innocent as possible.
Swift shot me a startled look, then laughed when he realized I was joking. “You are a terrible minx,” he said, and returned to taking off his belt. The leather made a swishing sound as he pulled it out of his belt loops, and then flung it to the floor.
A shiver rocked through me. I watched him, fascinated, as he undid the button on his jeans and dropped them. Underneath, he was wearing black boxer briefs, and they outlined everything in a rather sinful fashion.
Oh lord. I was so not prepared for this….and at the same time, I couldn’t wait to see him take them off. He put his hands to the band and then paused. “You want these off or on? Which will make you more comfortable?”
I’d be more comfortable if I was in the next room, of course, but I didn’t say that. Tonight, I was biting the bullet. “Off.”
“Atta girl.” The look he gave me was devilish, and then he immediately dropped them to the floor.
And…oh my God. I’d known Swift was tattooed all the way down to his waistband. His chest was covered in black ink, his arms decorated with patterns, right down to his knuckles. I wasn’t prepared to see that patch of white skin right at his groin, just above the nest of curls surrounding his equipmen
t. For some reason, that bit of un-tattooed skin seemed more intimate than seeing his junk.
Not that I wasn’t staring at his junk, of course. I totally was. I hadn’t seen a lot of penises in my life, and zero in person, but his seemed…nice? I had nothing to judge it by, of course. It was big and seemed thicker than I’d imagined, and reddish-purple at the tip. I blinked at it and then decided to comment on something a little safer. “Your legs aren’t tattooed.”
“Nah,” he said, and crawled into bed next to me, utterly at ease with his naked body. “I’d feel weird if I went to the ink shop and had to spread my legs for the guy.”
I giggled at the mental image, but the breath sucked out of me when Swift leaned in and tugged my t-shirt down over one shoulder and began to kiss my bared skin. Oh. Oh. Heat flared through my body, and all my nerve endings came alive at that small touch. A moan escaped my throat.
He groaned against my skin. “You’re so soft, Tiny. I seem to remember you being soft everywhere.”
A whimper escaped my throat at the reminder.
“Why don’t we get you undressed, baby?” He nipped at my shoulder again, and my nipples pricked in response.
Getting undressed sounded like a fabulous idea. I nodded at him and tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head. My racer-back bra was stark black against my skin, and I contemplated it before my leggings. Which one would make me feel less goofy? Sitting next to Swift, topless as I yanked off my leggings? Or shoving my ass in his face while I did so but at least having a bra on?
His hands went to the back of my bra and he began to slide it up my shoulders, making that decision for me. My cheeks flushed, but I reminded myself he’d seen my flat chest before, so it wasn’t like this would be a surprise for him. The moment the bra came off my raised arms, he flung it across the room and then enfolded me against his chest, nuzzling at my neck. His arms curled around me, and I gave a sigh of pure bliss. His skin was warm and he smelled so delicious.
“Been dreaming about this every damn flight we took,” Swift murmured against my neck, then cupped my breasts from behind. “Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing you under me, all flushed and nervous and pretty.”
Which, of course, made me get all flushed and nervous all over again. His thumbs flicked my nipples and I moaned, pressing back against him. There was something hot and hard against my backside, and it wasn’t difficult to figure out what that was. I squirmed a little as one of his hands slid down my belly and went to the waist of my leggings.
I didn’t stop him, though.
His fingers skimmed the waistband even as he gently bit my neck. His hand on my breast squeezed my nipple, sending a jolt through my body, and I closed my eyes, moaning. He was in charge, and I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to me.
“Can I keep going?” His mouth went to my ear and he flicked his tongue against my earlobe. I gave him a breathless nod, and he continued to nibble on my ear as his fingers went lower. Down below the waistband of my panties, and right to the curls of my sex. I stiffened as his fingers brushed over them. “Shhh,” he murmured in my ear. “I got you, baby.” And he pushed lower, his fingers finding my clit. My folds were slippery with need, and he slicked one big finger back and forth against the side of my clit, even as he continued to kiss my neck.
I rocked against him, moaning. Oh, dear lord. I’d never felt anything so good. His cock felt like a brand against my backside, and his skin rubbed against mine as I moved against him, trying to find a rhythm to go with his touches. It was like I was all out of synch with him, and when I shifted my hips to meet his fingers, they’d skate away to touch somewhere else. Frustrated, I moaned again. “I’m doing this wrong—“
“Shhh, nah. You’re doing just fine, Tiny. I got you. I won’t let you down.” He kissed my neck and murmured soft, sweet words as his fingers continued to flick and play with my clit, his other hand caressing my small breast. I jerked against his touch when it got to be too much, my breathing turning rapid. “Look at how pretty you are,” he said to me as I began to shake, my legs clenching with the onset of orgasm. “Come for me and show me how pretty you are, baby.”
I did – the orgasm hit me with the force of a brick, and I pushed back against him, crying out as it rushed over me. Blood roared in my ears, and my hand gripped his wrist as he continued to stroke my clit, wringing every ounce of pleasure from me. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t talk. Couldn’t say his name. I was completely swept under by the force of emotion moving through me.
When I could catch my breath again, details started to creep back into my consciousness. His hand was still between my legs, occasionally stroking through my wet folds. The crotch of my leggings (and my panties) were soaked, which was humiliating. And Swift still smelled incredible and kept kissing my neck and murmuring sweet things to me.
God, I loved this man.
The moment the thought crossed my mind, I squeezed it out. Nope. Tonight was a one night sort of thing. He had his dad to get back to, and I was going to be Georgie’s support system for a while. This wasn’t meant to be a long term thing.
And my heart hurt at the thought.
Enough of that, Clementine Price, I told myself, and reached back to caress Swift’s jaw. “Can I get totally undressed now?”
He pressed a final kiss to my shoulder before releasing me. “But of course.”
I hopped off the bed and shimmied out of my remaining clothing in (hopefully) the least humiliating way possible. Then, feeling stupidly shy, I grabbed the edge of the blankets and slid under the covers.
Swift didn’t seem to mind my shyness. He got up off his corner of the bed and moved to one of the lamps, buck naked. “You want these off?”
“Okay.” I watched him as he moved to turn the first one off on the left side of the bed. His cock was jutting out at an almost obscene angle, and I couldn’t help but watch it (and his ass) as he moved. I was totally perving on him, wasn’t I? But I was allowed to if we were going to have sex, right? I figured I was.
He moved to the other side of the bed and turned off the second lamp, and I scooted over as he got in next to me. It still wasn’t totally dark in the room. The light in the bathroom was still on, and through the blinds covering the window, there were lights out by the resort pool. It created enough shadow to make me relax in my nudity, though. In the darkness, Swift’s tattooed chest looked even more blatant, and I ran a hand over one of the swallows on his shoulders. Really, I just wanted to touch him more.
Swift put an arm around my waist and tugged me closer until my body was flush to his – hip to hip, my breasts to his chest. His mouth sought mine and we kissed again, lips and tongue melding as his hands roamed up and down my back and squeezed my ass.
I imitated his movements, trying to figure out what he would like. Playing with his nipples like he did with mine didn’t do too much, so I skimmed my hands down his belly. My fingers brushed just above his cock and I hesitated.
He groaned against my mouth. “Don’t stop there.”
Startled, I tried to nod into his kiss. My nose bumped his and distracted me.
With a chuckle, Swift took my hand in his and pressed it onto his cock. “You can touch me.”
“Okay.” God, couldn’t I think of anything sexier to say than just ‘okay’ constantly? But he seemed to know I was feeling a little intimidated: here he was, utter sexiness incarnate, and here I was, the twenty-eight-year-old dork virgin. Of course I was intimidated. Who wouldn’t be?
His hand squeezed mine, and then he released me. He wasn’t going to show me how to touch him, but let me figure it out myself. Oh. All right. I let my fingertips explore, from the thick base of his cock all the way up to the crown. There was a bead of wetness on the tip and I stroked the pad of my thumb through it, then couldn’t resist bringing it to my mouth. The strong, fresh taste of Swift burst on my tongue.
He groaned. “You like tasting me, baby?” His lips brushed over mine, his hands clenching and flexing against
my butt.
I did. I actually wanted to taste him more. I’d never given a blow job, and I wasn’t sure if now was the time since we were going to have sex sex, but I figured this might be my only chance. So I slid down in the bed a little, until my head went under the covers, and I found his cock with my hand again and guided the head to my mouth.
Swift flopped to his back and his newest groan sounded encouraging, I thought. Of course, now that I was down here, I didn’t know the proper technique. I figured enthusiasm would count for a lot, and he could just let me know if I did something wrong. So I did what I thought he’d like – I licked the head of his cock with sensual strokes of my tongue and lips, I traced it with my mouth, and explored the rest of him. The skin here was velvety smooth, and scorching hot, and it felt strange to feel such soft skin over such rigid muscle. I wanted to squeeze it hard to test just how rigid he was, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. So I kissed and nibbled instead.
A hand went to my hair and knotted there. “Baby, Tiny…get up unless you want me to explode in your face.”
I lifted my head, creating a tent in the blankets. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You’re too good at that,” he told me, and patted the pillow. “Come back up here. I want to touch you some more.”
I gave him a mock pout, sticking my lower lip out. I wanted to keep touching him, too. But I did as he asked, snuggling down into the pillows next to him. He immediately pulled me against him in a fierce, possessive kiss that told me he’d been pretty affected by my exploring, and it left me breathless. I loved that I could make this man lose control.
“I’m going to get the condoms,” he whispered against my lips. “That ok?”
I shivered, imagining what was going to come next. “Okay.”
He kissed me again, then smiled. A moment later, he got out of bed, and I sat up to watch his butt flex again, because I was addicted to the sight of it. He moved to the chair where he’d tossed the strip of condoms, pulled one off, and opened the package. With his back to me, I watched as his arm flexed and it looked like he was stroking himself. That made me feel all breathless and tingly, and my hand stole between my legs. My clit was still ultra-sensitive from earlier, and just touching it made my entire body jerk in response.