Say It Ain't So (SWAT Generation 2.0 9)

I was too far gone to ask him what ‘really bad thoughts’ he was thinking. If they were anything like mine—wanting him bare, no barriers between him and me—then they were ‘really bad thoughts.’

I bent over the side of the bed and reached for them, pulling them toward me with fingers that just barely grasped one hem.

Then I slung the pants in his direction, which he caught and easily fished out the condom.

“Any last words?” he asked as he laid the condom on the bed and stood up.

I shook my head, but then I said, “Any last words?”

He grinned. “Was that a repeat of my question, or an actual question?”

“Repeat,” I admitted. “Sorry.”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly started to push the band that said ‘Hanes’ down.

My eyes followed his every movement as my brain went wild.

It was just too good to be true.

Things that great didn’t happen to people like me.

Which was why I smiled, put on a good front, and waited for him to have to leave before I made a promise to myself.

I would not repeat this.

Ever.

This would be my one time. The best sex of my life.

I would not repeat it again, I repeated to myself.

Because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sammy would see that I was different. He would leave. And when he would leave, he’d break my heart right along with it. Then I’d never recover.

And I didn’t want to live with a broken heart.

It was easier to end this now than to risk it later.

That I was sure of.

“The tie,” I moaned, slamming my eyes shut. “I need the tie.”

I felt his hands direct me to my back, and then I stared up at him with nervousness.

***

Sammy

I got on the bed and walked up to her feet on my knees.

When she didn’t spread her legs for me, I slowly picked up one foot and widened them, all the while keeping my eyes directed solely on her.

She bit her lip but ultimately didn’t stop me from spreading her legs wide.

With my eyes on hers, I continued the trek up between her thighs, only coming to a stop when her thighs were snugged up against mine, and my body was hovering over hers.

Leaning over so that my hands were on either side of her head, I looked down into her face.

“You can say no at any time,” I said as I slowly leaned all my weight into one arm then dragged the tie up between her breasts with the other.

Her pupils dilated, and the only thing that she could do was nod.

“Sit up.”

She did, and I was forced to lean back, but I knew there were better things to come.

“Shirt,” I growled.

The shirt was up and off her body in the next second, and without looking down, I put the tie up to her mouth.

She slowly opened that mouth for me, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking one last, lingering taste of her before I took the option away… for now.

Pulling back, I kept my gaze on hers as I slowly wrapped the tie around her face, holding it loosely as I tied it again around her mouth.

Placing my thumb on her lip, I slowly dragged it open.

Slipping the tie in between her beautiful lips, I kept bouncing my gaze between her mouth and her eyes, just to make sure that I wasn’t going to freak her out.

But if anything, things got even more heated.

Her pupils dilated even more, the cornflower blue of her irises nearly being swallowed by the black.

“You okay?” I asked as I tightened the knot so it wouldn’t slip from her face.

She nodded but didn’t try to say anything.

That’s when she looked down at my cock.

My very bare, very erect, really need to put that condom on right now, cock.

A sound of distress left her lips at the sight.

“It’ll fit,” I promised her.

She looked at me skeptically, as if she didn’t quite believe my words.

I grinned and reached for the condom that was still on the bed beside us, then handed it to her.

“You know how to put a condom on?” I asked.

She reached for the condom with shaky hands then shook her head in the negative.

“Take it out of the wrapper,” I said.

She ripped the condom open and held it in the palm of her hand, looking at me for the next step.

I gestured toward my cock. “Take it in your hand.”

She did, and I nearly lost it right then and there.

The moment her fingers touched me, I knew I was in trouble.

“Squeeze the head. Hard.”

She did and I groaned. “Harder.”

She did it harder, but still it wasn’t enough.

I wrapped my hand around hers and then squeezed, showing her what I wanted.

When I looked up into her eyes it was to see them wide.