Page 19 of For the Plot (The Stone Siblings #1)

James

Be - Hozier

This time, when Nikki opened her bedroom door, she wore only a robe and a blush. I took her in and let out a low whistle. “Look who got undressed up for little old me.”

She pretended to slam the door in my face, but I still caught the blush rising up under those freckles. I halted the door with the palm of my hand, “OK, OK, I promise I won’t tease you—unless you ask me too.” I winked, and this time she couldn’t fight the smile forming on her lips.

“Fine, but only because I’ve been thinking about this all day and the anticipation has me so horny I think I might die.”

My cock twitched at her words, and I bit my tongue to hold myself back from saying too much and scaring her off.

Nikki opened the door wider to let me in.

Her eyes swept over my body as well as I walked past her, taking in my black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, and I could have sworn they lingered on the bulge between my legs.

She shut the door behind me, turning and leaning against it to watch me as I walked over to her desk chair.

“So,” I began, “I’ve been thinking about where we should start.” She squirmed where she stood, and my cock hardened even further. My voice grew deeper as I continued, “I know we said we would start with hands, but before we get into any active touching, I think it’s best I learn what you like.”

She chewed on her lip, a slight furrow to her brow. “You want me to just tell you how I like to be touched?”

“No.” I shook my head slowly, a grin spreading across my face. “I want you to show me.”

Even across the room, I could see how hard she swallowed, pupils dilating at my words. Nikki was turning out to be much kinkier than I originally thought. “You like that idea, don’t you? Me watching you?”

She caught her lip between her teeth, nodding shyly. My smile turned a little serious. “We’re staying pretty tame kink-wise, but we should still have a safe word. We both need to know that the other will stop immediately for any reason.”

Nikki nodded her head in agreement and walked over to me to sit on the edge of her bed facing me, hands folded in her lap, twisting and wringing her fingers around each other in a stim I’d seen her do often.

I hadn’t really known much about neurodiversity until I moved in here with her and Collins, but by this point, recognizing the tells and patterns was almost second nature to me.

Smirking at me, she suggested, “Coffee?”

I burst out laughing, nodding my head in agreement, “Coffee it is." I settled back into the chair, one elbow up and resting on the back, legs spread. “Now strip for me,” I demanded.

Her eyes flared, chest moving up and down more rapidly than before, but she did as she was told, pulling the string of her robe and letting it flutter open to reveal what was underneath.

She was wearing an icy-blue lace set, the same color as her eyes, and my mouth flooded with saliva at the sight.

“Fucking stunning,” I murmured, eyes roaming all over her body on display for me.

The blue of the lace bra and panties complimented her creamy, pink-tinted skin beautifully.

Her black hair cascaded around her shoulders, the flush on her cheeks spreading down to her chest, just brushing the tops of her breasts.

Her belly was rounded, folding over her hips, her thighs large and smooth, no gap between them. Stretch marks decorated her body, scattered across her belly, the inside of her thighs, the tops of her breasts, and where her biceps met her armpits.

As I looked my fill, Nikki pushed the shoulders of the robe down, letting it fall to the ground. She shuffled awkwardly for a moment before seeming to steel herself and straightened, pushing her shoulders back and holding her head high, letting me look my fill.

“That’s my girl.” My voice rumbled out of my chest like gravel, and I could have sworn I heard the barest whimper fall from Nikki’s lips as she rubbed her thighs together, seeking the pressure I knew she needed. “Lay back on the bed,” I instructed, leaning my elbows on my spread knees.

She obeyed immediately, sitting on the edge of the bed and lying all the way back until she was staring at the ceiling. “Ah, ah, ah,” I scolded. “I need your eyes, NikNak.”

“I don’t think I can look at you while I do this.” Her voice was hesitant, like she was worried I would be upset with her.

“Good girl.” Her body jolted with surprise at my words.

“I need you to tell me what your limits are. Now I know. Lift your legs for me, darling, and plant your feet on the bed.” Nikki hesitated for only a moment before doing as she was told.

Spreading her legs, she scooched back until she could plant her feet on the bed, her lace covered pussy perfectly framed by those lush thighs.

I groaned at the sight, the curls covering her pussy just visible through the damp lace. “What now?” she asked, her voice breathy in anticipation.

“Now you take those panties off and touch yourself how you wish I was touching you,” I growled, my fists clenched on my knees to keep myself from reaching out and touching her. Fuck, did I want to touch her.

Nikki lifted her ass, dragging the panties down her thick thighs. She flung them to the floor, and I finally got to see what I had been dying for.

Her pussy was fat and covered in a thin layer of dark curls.

She used one hand to part her lips, revealing her wet, pink heat to me, and I moaned at the sight.

Holding herself open with her left hand, she got to work with her right.

She didn’t take it slow and tease herself—no, she went straight to her clit, rubbing firm circles around the bud, closer and closer with each rotation, spreading her wetness until her fingers were slick with it.

I pressed a hand against my throbbing dick, anything to ease the ache.

She was breathing hard enough for me to hear each inhale and exhale at this point and to see how her breasts rose just over the dome of her stomach, especially on each inhale.

Finally, her fingers rubbed directly over her clit, and her back arched up off the bed, her toes curling into the sheets.

Her fingers turned frenzied, moving so fast they were almost a blur.

Fuck, she was already on the edge, her legs shaking as her body jerked on the bed.

One more moment and she cried out as she fell, her body seizing up in pleasure before crashing back down the bed.

Her pants echoed in the silence of the room as she came down from her high.

I was so hard by this point it was painful, my cock leaking enough pre-cum to soak a spot through the fabric of my sweats.

Nikki’s heels slid off the bed, thumping to the floor.

She laid like that for a moment before slowly lifting herself up on her elbows to look at me.

Her eyes were glassy with that post-coming pleasure—until she looked down to see just how badly I was tenting my sweats.

Then her eyes blazed with hunger as she licked her lips.

Her voice raw with need. “Your turn.”