Partner Games
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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 equipment. 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?