Page 70 of The Switched-Up Playbook
“Getting the idea?” I restlessly shift on my legs, inching my finger further in. The intrusion burns, dragging another gasp out of my throat. I pull my hand back, soaking my fingers with more spit before reaching down again.
On the way there I briefly nudge against Nicko's hovering hand.
He flinches, throwing me a look.
I raise one shoulder and shift closer to him. Raising up onto my knees, I lean towards the headboard, stretching out my back.
Taking the permission, he slides his palm over my hip, moaning softly as he cups my ass, pulling me open just as I push my finger back inside. I let out a low moan of my own, the feelingof being exposed quickly forgotten in the rush of more burning pleasure-pain.
Nicko's thumb rubs against the top of my crease and my hips jerk forward against nothing.
“Oh, fuck.”
“So hot, holy shit,” he mutters. His voice is soft enough that I'm not sure if he's aware that I heard him. I groan in agreement anyway, then push back onto my finger, taking it almost up to the knuckle now.
“Lube,” I manage between more deep breaths as I adjust, lowering my head to lean my forehead against my other arm.
“...hm? Oh,” Nicko says behind me, and I can't help but laugh softly, waiting until I feel him move before I turn my head to watch him. His flush has expanded down his neck, his eyes keep darting from where he’s rummaging through the drawer of his nightstand back to me, trailing down to where I'm slowly moving my fingers.
He finally does produce a tube of lube, throwing it onto the bed next to me. But instead of returning, as I expected, he darts away, over to the duffel bag that’s standing next to the wardrobe. When he gets back on the bed, he has his wallet in hand.
I pause, uncapped tube of lube in hand. “No, by all means. This is a service I provide free of charge,” I start rubbing the gel between my fingers to warm it up.
Nicko pulls a crinkling foil packet from a compartment, raising his eyebrows at me.
“I’d rather pass up an STD, even if it’s for free.” He tosses his wallet aside and shuffles in close behind me.
Rolling my eyes I return my focus to relaxing enough to take two of my fingers. The next intrusion is smooth enough that I can roll my hips, crooking my digits in search of my own prostate.
Bolder now, Nicko’s hand traces along my crease. He hesitates for a moment, then his fingers probe against my entrance, slick and warm. I shudder as the tip of his index rubs against the rim, then pushes into me alongside my own fingers.
“Oh, God!”
More noises escape my throat as the burn of the stretch intensifies, only slowly giving way to a steady thrum. My hips mirror the pulses with minute thrusts against our hands.
Nicko groans, and then there's a dull pain in my shoulder. He digs his teeth in, hard enough to make me worry about covering up the mark they leave behind, but I merely let my head fall against his, enjoying the spike of pain.
He curls his finger before slowly pulling back.
My vision goes fuzzy at the edges. “Fuck, I–fuck!Nicko, now!”
He repeats the motion before pulling away completely. I slump at the emptiness he leaves behind even as my own hand remains. All of a sudden that's not enough anymore.
Foil crinkles, and I turn my head just in time to watch Nicko roll the condom over his erection.
I reach for the lube again, not caring to warm it up this time and just dripping some over myself, hissing at the contact of the cool gel against my heated skin.
Nicko's hands chase mine away, and I let him rub the lube further into my skin. His fingers slip into me for a second, prompting a groan from both of us, but they're gone too soon.
I feel achingly empty until he shifts forward. His thighs brush against the back of mine, the tip of his erection nudging against my entrance.
My mouth drops open with a silent gasp. I remember what he felt like in my hand, all silky skin and hard flesh, but it's very different now that he's pressing up behind me. I draw up my shoulders, both hands on the headboard now, ready for the initial pain—but Nicko doesn't move.
One of his hands slides over my hip, thumb idly brushing along the base of my spine. It's warm and reassuring, and I can't help but arch into it.
Shifting one hand from the headboard, I brace myself against the wall behind to conceal my movement. Then I nod.
Nicko leans in close enough that I can feel his nose brush against my skin as he nods as well. His breath tickles the back of my shoulders.
