Page 27 of For the Plot (The Stone Siblings #1)

Nikki

Jericho - Sleep Token

“Holy fuck, Nikki."

James surged into my room, pulling me into his arms and kissing me with everything he had.

This time, when James had knocked on my door, I answered it fully naked, only because I’d wanted to see James’s reaction.

And it did not disappoint. One of his hands wrapped around the back of my head, and the other gripped my waist so hard I was sure it would leave bruises.

I relished that idea. I wanted him to leave a mark on me.

I ran my hands down his chest to his waist, running one across his hard dick through his sweats, and he groaned into my mouth before pulling away.

“You seem to be answering the door with less clothes on every time,” James mumbled against my mouth.

I bit his lip playfully. “You don’t seem to mind.”

He hummed in the affirmative. “I fucking love it.” Diving back in again, he slammed the door behind him as he licked into my mouth, tongue tangling with my own for a brief but deep kiss.

“Please let me taste you.” He pulled away to breathe the words against my skin, then began kissing his way down my neck to dig his teeth into the juncture where my neck met my shoulder.

“Yes, please,” I moaned in response. James soothed the bite with his tongue before pulling away and steering me to sit on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror that was my closet door.

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, James got on his knees in front of me. The breath caught in my throat at the sight before me as he lifted one of my legs to throw over his shoulder.

“Hold on, darling,” he demanded. “Be a good girl, and watch the show.” And then his mouth was on me, and I couldn’t think straight. The anticipation of today alone had already had me soaked, and I’d only gotten wetter since the moment he entered my room.

I watched us in the mirror as he licked a firm stripe up my pussy.

I looked beautiful. Wanton, and powerful.

Something about the way I watched my breasts sway with each heave of my chest, my leg thrown over his shoulder, how I was completely naked against his still fully clothed form.

The way I couldn't see my pussy, just his head moving between my legs.

All of it was extremely fucking hot.

James laved open-mouthed kisses on my pussy, alternating between using his tongue to circle my clit and thrusting into me with his tongue while brushing my clit with his nose.

He remembered what had worked best for me last time, and it seemed that this time he was determined to make me come on his own.

Coming up for air, he replaced his tongue with his thumb, rubbing firm circles directly on my bundle of nerves while my thighs squeezed his head. “You want my fingers, darling?” James asked me while kissing a line up my thigh.

“Please,” I gasped.

He needed no further encouragement. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, blowing a cool stream of air across my pussy before diving back in enthusiastically.

This time, he stayed focused on my clit, laying his tongue flat against me and pulsing it in waves.

I cried out at the sensation, my body jerking in pleasure.

And then he slowly pushed one finger into me, and I clenched up even more, as he pumped it a few times before adding a second finger.

He did that same come-hither motion, but this time, I could feel it working. The motions were in rhythm with his tongue on my clit and I felt myself floating higher and higher towards that sweet oblivion. But just like last time, every time I got close, it fell off again.

I whined in frustration, my thighs shaking, heels scrambling against his back.

“I need— I need—” I panted, not actually sure what I needed in this moment.

“Do you trust me?” James mouthed against me, pulling away just enough to speak, but keeping his fingers moving inside me.

“Yes, please, I just need to come,” I cried out.

“Safeword?”

“Coffee.”

“Good girl,” he praised, and then he was back at it again with that tongue of his.

But as he continued to build me back up again, he moved his hands from where they’d been gripping my hips, trailing them up my stomach until they found my tits, so his thumbs could brush over my nipples until they were hardened tips.

And then, just as he pinched my nipples, hard , he bit my clit.

I screamed, thighs clamping against his head, body arching off the bed until only my head and shoulders still rested on the mattress. I came so hard my ears were ringing, and I swear I might have blacked out for a minute.

I lay there, catching my breath, coming down from one of the hardest orgasms in my life while James slowly soothed my clit with soft, slow licks until I couldn’t take it anymore, pulling his head away by his hair.

“Holy fuck , James,” I panted a breath in between each word, my heart still beating so hard I was sure you could see it pushing against my chest.

James grinned up at me, the lower half of his face wet with my release. “I’ve noticed something about you, NikNak,” he said, his voice smug. “You like a little pain with your pleasure.”

I opened my mouth to object, but then truly thought about it. Shit, I’m pretty sure the smug bastard was right.

“Well, I think we would both have to agree that you’re right on that one."

He pressed his smile to my skin in a sweet kiss to my thigh. “Are you ready?” he asked gently, and my heart warming at his obvious care.

I nodded. “Yes.” And truly, I was. I was so much more settled than I thought I would be now that the time was here.

But really, we'd already had sex multiple times by this point.

Heteronormativity wanted us to believe sex was only penetration, but any queer person knew that was bullshit.

And what we had been doing already was sex. This was just another kind.

James pushed up from his knees to stand in front of me so that his crotch was right at eye level.

I ran my hands up his thighs, one hand wrapping around to grab his ass, the other massaging his straining cock through his sweats.

He groaned, head falling forward as he brushed a thumb across my cheek.

“Careful, if you want this to actually last,” he murmured.

I gave him one last squeeze before pulling my hand away. “Condom?”

He reached his hand in his pocket and held it up between two fingers.

I reached out to grab it, and then hesitated. “Can I put it on?” I asked shyly.

“Want your hands on my dick that bad, huh?” He smirked at me, and I winked back. I put the wrapper in my teeth as I used both hands to pull down his sweats, watching greedily as his dick sprang out. He reached back and pulled his black T-shirt up over his head.

Carefully, I tore the wrapper open and positioned the condom over his dick, using both of my hands to roll it down, then giving him a few strokes just for good measure.

I looked up at him, biting my lip nervously. “I did that right, yeah?” My voice was slightly uncertain, not wanting to ruin the moment, but needing to make sure I was doing everything correctly.

James started down at me hungrily, grabbing my hands and pulling me up. “Yes, NikNak. That was perfect.” He kissed me deeply, shoving his tongue in my mouth, grabbing handfuls of my ass and pulling me into him, his dick pushing into my soft stomach.

James pulled back from the kiss just enough to speak against my lips, “Now I want you to turn around, lean over on the bed, and stick that pretty ass in the air for me, darling.

" He nipped my bottom lip before pulling away and waited for me to obey his command.

My clit throbbed at his words, eager and ready for him.

I swallowed down the last of my nerves and did as he directed. Leaning over, I rested my elbows on the bed, turning my head to the side, ass up in the air. Shuffling my feet, I spread my legs further apart until I was fully on display for him.

I couldn’t see what he was doing, and the need for his touch set me even more on edge, until I felt like I was dripping with desire. Suddenly I felt his hand smooth across the side of my ass, and I jumped lightly at the touch. Immediately, James pulled his hand back.

“No,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop. I promise, I remember the safe word, and I’ll use it if I need to.”

His hand was back on me, a soft word of encouragement from him letting me know he understood. His other hand joined in, both of them now roaming my body, squeezing handfuls of my ass. One hand ventured towards my center, swiping though my wetness, and I moaned at the touch.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” The words were followed by the sound of sucking on his finger and his groan. “Fuck, you taste so good.” My clit throbbed again, and this time I could definitely feel the wetness dripping down my thighs.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to start slow, but you have to be vocal and tell me what you need.

Understand?” He smoothed his hands over my ass again, one lifting to smack sharply against my flesh when I didn’t respond right away.

I cried out at the mix of pleasure and pain. “ Understand? ”

“Yes!” I cried out, desperate for him to get inside me.

One hand left me again, the other sliding up to grip my hip firmly.

And then, finally , I felt the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.

Impatient, I pushed back towards him, the head finally slipping inside and stretching me in the most delicious way.

He stilled where he was, just the tip inside me.

“Needy girl,” he admonished, landing another smack on my ass. He cursed as I clenched around him on a moan. “Mmm, you really do like that, don’t you?” He smacked the other cheek this time, pushing a little further in at the same time, and I cried out.

Slowly, he began thrusting into me, then drawing back before pushing a little deeper each time, until he was fully seated inside of me.

He stilled for a moment, both of us panting.

Then he gripped both of my hips tight in his hands, holding me steady as he worked himself in and out, only slowly increasing his speed as he stretched me out around him.

I may not have had sex with any other person before, but I had used plenty of toys on myself, including dildos.

I’d always wondered how different it would be with an actual dick.

To be honest, it wasn’t so different in feeling, though it was warmer, and my arms weren't as tired.

He began thrusting faster, pulling my hips back to meet him with every thrust. Once he really started going, giving it some force, I cried out at the new feeling, the sounds of us echoing around my room.

He seemed to be reaching spots inside of me I never could on my own. That was the other thing with using a dildo as a fat person with short arms. You could only reach so far, at so many angles.

From there, I was a moaning, whining mess. Occasionally, he continued to smack my ass in varying degrees, and each time, I cried out, clenching around him.

“I’m close, Nikki,” he panted, his rhythm beginning to falter as he lost himself inside me. “Touch yourself, please. Come with me.”

Wasting no time, I snaked a hand down under me until I could reach my clit and rub in firm, tight circles. The combination of his cock hitting that one spot inside me while I touched my clit pushed me right up to the edge, my thighs shaking, knees in danger of buckling at the pleasure of it all.

“James!” I cried out. “I’m gonna come.”

After a few more frantic thrusts, James stilled inside me. “Fuck!” he roared as he came, his dick throbbing inside of me. That sensation is what finally sent me over the edge. I came around him, his dick inside me as my pussy clenched down on him dragging the orgasm out.

After a moment, James gently pulled out of me, the feeling of it drawing a soft whine from me. He rolled me over into his arms so he could hold me face-to-face and place a gentle kiss on my forehead before guiding me to lay on the mattress.

I watched through half-lidded eyes as he went to dispose of the condom.

“I’ll be right back," he promised, holding my gaze until I nodded that I had heard him.

He came back with a warm, wet cloth, and cleaned up between my legs, tossing it into the dirty hamper.

He climbed in bed next to me, spooning me the way he had the first time.

I closed my eyes at the sweet kiss he pressed to the back of my neck. “How do you feel?”

I sighed contentedly, settling into his arms as my eyes drifted closed. “Perfect.”