Partner Games

by Jessica Clare

  Swift turned around and his eyes narrowed at the sight of me with my hands under the covers. “Hey. No having fun without me.”

  My cheeks felt like they were scorched. “Of course not.” After a moment, I added, “It’s way more fun with you.”

  “Sassy. I like that.” Swift sauntered back to the bed, his cock now sheathed in pale purple latex. I wanted to stare at it, but he moved too fast and was back under the covers before I could get a really good look at it. Stupid me and turning the lights off.

  Then, his arms went around me and he moved over me. His weight pressed me back into the mattress, and before I realized it, I was under him, his body braced over mine. He leaned in and gave me another nipping kiss, then touched my thigh. “Put these around me, baby.”

  I hesitated, then slowly opened my legs, lifting one around his hips.

  The moment I did, he settled in against me, and I sucked in a breath. In this position, my pussy felt open, and his cock was nestled against me. The weight of his hips there felt…right. Perfect. I clung to his shoulders as he began to rub his cock through my folds, and new pleasure spiraled through me. Each time he dragged his cock back and forth, it brushed against my clit, and he did that so many times, so erotically slowly, that I felt as if I was going to die if something new didn’t happen soon. My nails dug into his back, and my sighs turned into frustrated whimpers. “Swift—“

  “You ready for more, Tiny?” His nose nudged mine.

  I nodded. I wanted everything.

  Swift kissed me again, even as his hips shifted. I felt something big and hard push against the entrance of my core and sucked in a breath. That…did not feel like it was going to fit. Oh God. A million virginal worries rushed through my brain.

  “You’re thinking too much,” he told me against my mouth. “I can feel you tensing. Did you want to stop?”

  I shook my head. I really, really wanted him to keep going.

  He pushed against me, just a little, and I gasped. A sting of pain moved through my nether regions. “I’m not sure—“

  Swift leaned in and kissed me to silence me, and his hand slid between us. I felt his fingers brush against my clit a moment later, and I moaned into his mouth.

  He pushed deep inside me in the next moment.

  It…did not feel good. I sucked in a breath, shocked. It felt…well, it felt like something too big had been shoved into something far too small. I panted, wrinkling my nose against the pain. Actually, pain wasn’t the right word. It was more like a low, burning ache.

  Swift pressed his forehead to mine and his breath hissed between his teeth. “Damn, you’re tight.”

  “Um, thank you?”

  He laughed, breathless. “Only you would thank me for saying that, Tiny. You’re amazing, you know that?”

  I didn’t feel all too amazing at the moment, but I nodded and tilted my chin so we could kiss again. Swift took the hint and we began to kiss once more, and there was no more pushing or thrusting. Maybe I’d waited too long and everything had sealed up tighter than a vacuum downstairs. But kissing? Kissing was nice. His tongue stroked into my mouth in a slow, languid rhythm, until I was moaning and moving against him with each slicking caress.

  Then, Swift moved again. His hips flexed against mine, and it felt like he was shifting his weight…until I felt his cock drag back and forth inside me. I sucked in a breath. There had been twinges…but no more pain. In fact, it felt different. It made me ache in different ways, and now I felt hollow and needing.

  “Oh,” I murmured against him. “I think I liked that.”

  “Thank you,” he teased.

  I swatted his arm. “Hush. I’m trying to do this right.”

  “You’re utterly amazing.” He nudged me again, and his hand moved to my thigh, hitching it higher against his leg. “Okay to keep moving?”

  “I think so.”

  “Good.” He stared down at me and his body rocked over mine. I watched him, fascinated by the intensity in his gaze as he slowly pumped into me again. That… didn’t feel bad. It didn’t quite ease the ache inside, but it was nice. Pleasant. I smiled encouragingly up at him. I liked this. Maybe all my worries about dried-up, vacuum-sealed vaginas were just that: nothing but worries.

  He began to move faster, his hips rocking against mine. His rhythm picked up and changed, until he was swiveling his hips against my body. Each move pushed against my clit, but not enough to give me the delicious tingles from before. He was panting, his forehead beaded with sweat.

  After several strokes like this, Swift laughed.

  “What?” I stiffened against him, worried I wasn’t participating enough.

  “You have this intense frown on your face, like I’m doing something wrong.” He leaned in and kissed me. “Lots of girls don’t get off from just a guy poking at them, you know.”

  “I know that. I’m not a total rube.” Just mostly a rube.

  “Least I won’t have to worry about you faking. I’ll just wait for you to frown at me.”

  I scowled. “Well, I liked it for a while.”

  “I’ll make you like it again.” He sounded supremely confident.

  “Oh?”

  “Yup. I know how to get you off, Tiny. Don’t you worry about that.” He leaned in and kissed my neck again, and I arched against him, because I loved the feel of him pressing over me. And I loved his mouth. Really, there were lots of things I loved about this. I just wasn’t flying apart at the seams like I’d hoped.

  His hand stole between us again, and I felt his fingers brush over my skin a moment before he found my clit. His thumb pressed against it, and then he thrust again.

  I sucked in a breath.

  That one felt…intense.

  “Better?”

  I nodded, not trusting my lungs.

  Swift grinned. “Perfect.” He thrust again, this time stronger than before. It shoved me up against the pillows…and also did incredible things downstairs. This time, there was a strange, quick tingle deep inside, and an even more powerful rush of sensation around my clit.

  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 t
he 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?