Page 29 of For the Plot (The Stone Siblings #1)

Nikki

Bed Chem - Sabrina Carpenter

Collins was on shift, so when we got home, we checked to make sure Will was also gone.

He’d been spending more and more time at the studio, working later hours than he usually did.

Once we confirmed the apartment was empty, James pushed me up against the wall outside my bedroom door.

Holding me by the chin, he kissed me slow and deep, my toes curling in my shoes as his tongue plunged into my mouth.

I placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him away. He pulled back, searching my eyes. “Is everything OK?”

“Yes,” I assured him with a smile. “Everything is great. I just… there’s something I’ve always wanted to try.

” I bit my lip, looking down at my hand on his chest. I wasn’t sure if he’d be into my request, but he had said he didn’t think there was a boundary of his that I could cross, so I might as well at least ask.

He tucked his hand under my chin, lifting my face until I met his eyes. “Anything, NikNak.”

“So when I uh, take care of myself"—I knew my face was as red as a tomato, which all things considered was ridiculous I was fully aware—“it’s always more pleasurable when I’m high.”

His eyes lit with understanding, “Ahhhh, I see where you’re going with this. You wanna have sex high, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Is that something you’d be into? Have you ever done it before?”

“Yeah, my college boyfriend and I. It was always some of our best sex, actually,” He laughed. “You feel safe being inebriated with me while we have sex?”

“I do,” I responded immediately. “And you would feel safe with me?”

“Absolutely,” he answered without hesitation. “Since it’s your first time, we should definitely start slow. How many milligrams do you usually take?”

“For a light buzz? Twenty. When I wanna get high off my ass? Forty.”

He raised a brow at me, impressed. “Damn, girl. That’s a pretty high tolerance."

“Yeah, it’s cool until you realize how expensive weed is."

“Fair point. Well, let’s start with fifteen then, yeah?”

I nodded eagerly in agreement, telling him to meet me on the couch and running to grab my edibles. Bringing them back out, I split them between us, settling on the couch next to him.

“What do you want to watch while we wait for it to kick in?” James asked, leaning back into the couch, one hand pointing the remote at the TV as he started it up, the other stretched out across the back of the couch. I leaned into him as he began flipping through our streaming services.

“I would say we should get you to finish up Is It Cake? season three, but we have no cake in the house, and with the munchies, I am not doing that to myself.”

James threw his head back in laughter. “Yeah, that’s probably smart. I’m not sure what I would do with a munchy-hangry Nikki.”

“Please, as if you wouldn’t be in the exact same boat,” I scoffed.

Without taking his eyes off the TV, he leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, “I have something much sweeter I plan on eating tonight.” He pulled away again, as if he hadn’t just soaked my panties in a handful of words.

If he was going to play dirty, so was I. “Did I mention that the only time I’ve ever squirted was while high?”

“Fuck,” James groaned, head falling back on the couch. “You win. I don’t know why I thought I could outdo a romance author.”

He rolled his head towards me, grinning, and I cracked up. I fell back against the couch and settled further into his side. “Something we’ve seen before,” I finally answered his original question. “It’s not like we’re going to finish the full thing.”

“Mmm, good point. Pride and Prejudice ?” he asked.

“They’re both so hot ,” we said at the exact same time, turning to look at each other and bursting into laughter.

“God, I love being bi,” James sighed as he turned the movie one, settling back into the couch.

“Same.”

The movie started, and we relaxed, watching as the hijinks of the Bennet family ensued.

As time went on, we sank further and further into each other, until I was fully leaning against his side.

I kept adjusting how I sat, however, and I felt bad that I was jostling him.

I just could never sit in one position for too long before my legs got restless, feeling like they were in pain until I moved positions.

At one point, I had my legs stretched out resting on the coffee table, but that wasn’t feeling comfortable either. After the tenth time I readjusted, James turned to me.

“Here,” he said, grabbing my legs, and laying them over his thighs, leaving one hand wrapped around my thigh right above my knee. “Better?”

“Much,” I sighed.

We continued watching the movie that way, and James’s hand stayed where it was.

And then he started rubbing it along my leg.

Slowly at first, just his thumb sweeping back and forth.

Then his entire hand back and forth from the inside of my thigh to the outside.

Then it slowly began migrating higher and higher, until it was fidgeting with the hem of my skirt.

The longer it went on, the more turned on I got, and the more I squirmed in my seat.

I know he felt me moving against him, and I knew he was just as affected as I was.

I shifted my thighs higher up on his lap until I could feel his erection pressing up against the bottom of my thigh.

Now every time he made me writhe with his touch, my thigh rubbed against his dick.

As we sat there teasing each other, both of us getting more and more riled up, I realized the edible was really starting to kicking in.

The main reason I enjoyed getting high was that it was one of the only ways I could get my brain to go quiet.

I was floored when I found out neurotypical people’s brains didn’t have constant, twenty-four seven noise in their head.

Even when I wasn’t thinking about something, I was thinking about how I wasn’t thinking about anything.

But when I was high, my body usually responded one of three ways. I would pass out quickly, something I was never able to do sober. Or it was a pleasant nothing, a soft buzzy feeling, like my brain was in a vibrating massage chair. Or I got ridiculously horny.

Seeing as I’d already been horny before getting high, it was definitely the latter today. Being high made every sensation of pleasure feel exaggerated. While the rest of my surroundings faded into fuzzy out-of-focus background, my pleasure was even sharper and more present.

I giggled at whatever joke had just been said in the movie and turned to look at James. Only he was already looking at me, his gaze smoldering. A rush of wetness soaked my panties.

Okay, so James also got even hornier when he was high.

“Mmm,” I hummed as his hand slipped higher, brushing the outside of my panties. “It’s hitting for you, too, isn’t it?”

“It is.” His voice rumbled out of him, warm like melted honey. He rubbed his fingers more firmly against my seam through the damp fabric. “I see you’re already wet for me.”

I moaned softly, eyes fluttering closed as my brain floated away into the clouds. “And you’re already rock-hard for me.”

“You know what I want right now?”

“Hmmm?”

“I want you to sit on my fucking face.”

“Fuck yes.” I jumped to my feet, swaying slightly and giggling as I caught my balance on his shoulders. While I was leaning over him, I decided his face was too close not to kiss and did just that. James straightened in his seat, reaching up to meet me.

He broke away, panting. “Bedroom, now.”

He jumped up and grabbed my hand, and dragged me to my room.

I pulled back on his arm before he could lay down, going to my closet and pulling out a blanket, throwing it over the bed.

He looked at me in question and I felt my face burning, but I couldn’t stop my giggled as I explained, “The first time I squirted after masturbating while high, I went online and bought a waterproof blanket. It’s so much easier to clean up after. ”

He looked at me in awe. “Oh shit, that’s so smart!

” We looked at each other, devolving into laughter again.

Once we’d caught our breath, James pulled in me closer, kissing me again.

He kissed me like he never wanted to be doing anything else.

It was maybe a little sloppy, but it felt so good .

Like we were floating in a world of our own, just the two of us.

“Now, I’m going to lie on that bed, and you are gonna sit on my face, and I am going to make you come,” James ordered as he kissed up the side of my neck, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and biting it before letting go and flopping back onto the bed.

I started to take off my dress, but James stopped me before I could. “No, leave it on. Just take off your panties.” I shuddered in pleasure at the command in his voice and obeyed, pulling my underwear off and tossing them to the side.

There was something so wanton about fucking while fully clothed, like you couldn’t wait one more second to be with each other. I climbed onto the bed, straddling James as I shuffled up his body to his face. Hovering over him, I lowered myself until I was right above his mouth.

James grabbed my hips, and the last thing I heard before his mouth was one me was the command, “I said sit .” And then he yanked me down until my pussy was fully sitting on his face, and I immediately cried out in pleasure, throwing my head back as I gripped onto the headboard for stability.

Every feeling was magnified, and I felt the ringing pleasure echoing through every bone in my body as his mouth moved against my pussy, licking and sucking and occasionally nipping at my most sensitive places.

It was no time as all before I felt myself getting close.

I could feel it building in me, feel that extra prick of pleasure that was almost like pain but also better than anything I ever felt, that told me he was going to have me squirting.

And then he added his fingers curling into me, finding that one spot and pressing hard right as he sucked my clit into his mouth and scraped his teeth against the bundle of nerves, and I came so hard I may have blacked out for a second.

I could feel the wetness dripping out of me, soaking James’s face.

He licked up every last drop.