Joke's on You (SWAT Generation 2.0 6)

He hissed in a breath, pulling me back hard against him, and pinning my hand in between us.

“Well, have a good one,” Green said.

Then without another word he was gone, leaving me with a very worked up man that was about to get one of his fantasies fulfilled.

Before Green could so much as get into his car—and with all the window paint that I used to decorate the front of my building it was sort of hard to tell—Booth was dragging me behind the counter and leaning me over it.

With it being well past four in the afternoon, I really wasn’t expecting anybody to walk into my place.

But the anticipation that maybe someone would had me practically leaking all over my underwear in excitement.

“I’ve wanted this since you put this fucking counter in.” He chuckled then. “Get it? Fucking counter? Because that’s what I’m about to do to you. Fuck you over it. Every time you check a customer out from now on, you’re going to be thinking about how it felt to have my cock buried so deep inside of you that you could feel it in your throat.”

I shivered at his words, doing my part by leaning over and bracing my hands beside my cup of pens.

I wasn’t bent over far. Just barely honestly because the counter was just too high to do it all the way, but it was enough that Booth saw my invitation for what it was.

“Fucking jeans,” he murmured, sliding his hands up and down the length of my ass. “I’ve wanted to peel them off of you since I saw you in them in the kitchen at your place. But then you got that call and…”

He reached around the front and slid his hand down over my mound, cupping me boldly through my jeans.

“You have a small hole in this particular pair,” he rumbled as he pressed himself up against my back. “Every once in a while, I want to poke my pinky finger in it and…” He stopped with his finger hovering over the hole that I’d gotten a few months ago when I was walking through my kitchen at home. It’d caught on one of my cabinet knobs, tearing slightly. Yet, since they were one of my favorite pairs, I didn’t do the sensible thing like throw them away. I decided to wear them until they ripped more. “Rip it open wide. Shove my fingers into your pussy, and fuck you with them.”

I swallowed hard as he took the top of my jeans and pulled hard down, causing the entire row of buttons, four in total, to unbutton. Pop-pop-pop-pop.

I could hear the loud pops burst in my eardrums, the sound making me shift on my feet in anticipation of what was about to come.

“I want you too bad,” he said as he slowly started to shove my pants down my hips. Not all the way so that they were falling to the floor, but far enough down that my entire ass was exposed to the air. “Want to shove my cock inside of you and fuuuuck, you’re so wet.”

Tearing me to pieces inside, one tiny bit at a time.

“Please,” I said as I shifted my hips, hoping that it would relay the message.

I wanted him inside of me.

His fingers were great and all, but God, I was so worked up that it was bordering on laughable.

I knew that the moment he worked his cock inside of me, I was going to come.

There was no other way around it.

I was shifting my legs back and forth, feeling the pool of my jeans at the top of my thick thighs, and used the seam to work my clit.

“Uh-uh,” he said as he stilled my hips.

He curled his fingers inside of me, causing me to gasp.

But before I could so much as complain, he was right back, this time with his cock.

I looked down and over my hip to find his cock poking out through the fly of his jeans.

How he’d gotten his hard cock out through that small little window, I didn’t know.

But that really was the only thing that was exposed. The hard length of his cock.

All hard, thick and filled with pulsing veins.

The head was a ruddy red, angry looking and already sporting a drop of pearly white liquid at the tip.

I wanted to lick it off with my tongue and roll it over the head to make sure that I got it all.

He must’ve realized exactly what I wanted because he swiped the drop off with one thumb and brought it up to my lips, holding it out.

I didn’t have to lean at all to swipe the droplet up with the tip of my tongue.

“Jesus,” he said. “Fuck me running.”

“That doesn’t sound possible,” I admitted.

He lined his cock up with my entrance and I turned forward, staring at the door unseeing.