Page 20 of For the Plot (The Stone Siblings #1)

Nikki

Adore You (Cover) - Brittany Broski

I watched as James swallowed hard, and it made me feel bold, powerful.

“You want me to touch my cock for you, darling?”

“Yes.” The word came out on a sigh, my eyes locked on his impressive bulge. “I show you mine, you show me yours, right?”

I swear it looked like he was about to come right then.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed the words, already standing up and reaching back to pull the T-shirt over his head.

He tossed it to the ground and shucked his sweats next until he stood in front of me wearing nothing but his boxers.

His thighs weren’t quite as large as mine, but almost. His chest was soft, his pecs slightly rounded, jiggling with his movements.

His stomach was rounded as well, pushing just over the waistband of his boxers.

James slid his hand along the length of his dick, straining against the fabric of his boxers, and briefly squeezed the head. He finally pulled the underwear down, his dick springing free to slap against his stomach, and my mouth went dry.

The head was red and swollen, dripping pre-cum down the shaft, which he used to pull down and lubricate his dick.

Grabbing the base, he squeezed firmly, groaning at his own touch.

He sat back down in the chair, spreading his legs until I could see his balls, tensed up beneath his dick.

I licked my lips at the sight, and he groaned again, “Fuck, Nikki, I’m gonna come right now if you keep looking at me like that. ”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me,” he growled, stroking up his dick slowly.

His stared at me through lidded eyes as his strokes started getting faster and faster, his hand twisting on each one.

I could feel myself getting wet again from watching him, and I let my legs fall open, my hand traveling down my stomach to where I ached most. I think I enjoyed watching him just as much as I enjoyed him watching me.

“Mmm, you like it when I talk to you, huh?” his voice rumbled as he continued stroking himself, squeezing the head.

A small laugh huffed out of me as my clit throbbed at his words. “I didn’t think I would, but fuck, I really do.” I began rubbing my clit again as I spoke, the words coming out of me in a whine.

“Fuck, darling, I’m already close,” James panted. I could hear the slick sounds of his hand over his dick, and I watched as he reached his other hand down to squeeze his balls.

My fingers moved faster at the sight. “Me too,” I cried out. It only took another few strokes before James finally reached his peak, groaning as he came in spurts all over his stomach.

Watching him come sent off my own orgasm, my body locking in pleasure once again as my back arched off the bed. We stared at each other, panting through our comedowns. Had I really just masturbated in front of someone? In front of James ? Twice?

I don’t think I’d ever been that bold before in my life.

But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

Demisexuality was such a nuanced experience, and so many people got it wrong.

They couldn’t understand our sexual attraction and libido were two separate things.

And sure, I hadn’t felt sexual attraction for many people in my life yet, but that didn’t mean I didn’t feel desire, horniness—whatever you wanted to call it.

But here with James, someone I trusted and felt safe with, touching myself to the idea of being touched was a safe way for me to explore that desire. A way for me to get more comfortable with him before we actually touched each other.

As someone who wasn’t good with casual intimate touches, I could go weeks without being touched by another human being without even realizing it.

All of these thoughts were swirling around in my head, faster than I could keep a hold of, and all at once that post orgasm release of tension hit me, and my eyes started watering.

Why did I always let myself get so touch-starved without even realizing it?

I sat up, turning away from James so he couldn’t see the tears sliding down my cheeks.

I picked my underwear back up and slid them over my hips.

He didn’t say anything at first, but I could feel his eyes on me.

I heard the sounds of tissue wiping along skin, probably cleaning himself up, and then the sound of him sliding his clothes back on behind me.

“Nikki?” His voice was quiet, unsure from behind me. “What’s wrong?”

I sniffed, rummaging in my closet for the softest T-shirt I could find, feeling too exposed and raw. "It’s fine,” I mumbled, keeping my voice as steady as possible—but I don’t think I was very successful.

“Nikki,” he said softly, like he was talking to a scared animal he was trying not to frighten. “We promised we would be honest with each other. I need you to tell me about the bad along with the good.”

I pulled the T-shirt over my head, pulling up the hem to wipe my tears before turning back around to James, who stood in front of me shirtless, but with his sweats back on.

I looked up to meet his eyes, my heart sending a pang at the quiet look of pain on his face.

I tried to wrangle my thoughts into some kind of order he could follow.

“It’s just… I promise, it was good. It was so good, but afterwards, it felt like a crash and I was just so overwhelmed, and I realized how long it had been since someone outside my family had actually touched me, not sexually, but just at all, and—”

A look of understanding crossed his face, and he interrupted my spiral, “I get it.” He raised his hands like he was going to touch me, but dropped it. “It can be a lot of feelings all at once, and sometimes the comedown can be overwhelming.”

I took a deep breath. “Will you… will you hold me?”

“Of course,” he breathed the words, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bed.

I followed beside him, stopping just to remove my bra from under my shirt before climbing in after him.

I laid facing him, head angled down to the light sprinkling of hair on his chest rather than making eye contact.

Seeming to sense that I was too overwhelmed for face-to-face interaction, James asked quietly, “Do you want to turn around?” I nodded, relieved, and turned until my back was against his warm chest. I tucked my hands under my face between the pillow, and James draped his arm over my waist. Pulling me in tightly against him, he splayed his hand across my stomach under my shirt, our legs intertwining.

For the first time all night, I felt my mind slow to a bearable level.

My breathing evened out, the soothing circles he traced on my stomach giving me that pleasant buzzing sensation in my brain, like scratching an itch you hadn't been able to reach all day.

I sighed, sinking into the sensation, sinking into him, enjoying the weight of his arm and the heat of his body pressed to mine.

“Will you stay with me?” I murmured. “At least until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

I drifted into that liminal space between awake and sleeping, but I felt him plant a kiss to my shoulder, that buzzing sensation growing as I began drifting to sleep.

I swear I thought I heard him say something else, but I was already too far gone to know what the words were.

It was the best sleep I’d had in weeks.