Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 1)

“What?” I asked. “Why?”

He chuckled. “Because I want to fuck you, too. Not just eat you.”

I had zero complaints in that department. In fact, if he wanted to spend the rest of his life between my legs, I’d be a very willing participant.

His mouth trailed down the length of my thighs, up and down. Soft and smooth.

Then he began to slide my panties down the length of my thighs, taking his sweet time and torturing me as he did it.

When they finally slipped free of my feet, he fisted my panties in his hand, then moved his shoulders between my thighs, spreading them so wide that I felt the lips of my sex part.

His eyes took me in, moving all over, making me squirm.

He moved down then, his mouth slowly descending, nothing in his way this time.

And oh my gosh. He really was good at the torture thing.

“Did they teach you torture tactics in the military?” I asked. “Because if this is how good you are at this, I can only imagine how it would be for someone you don’t like.”

He chuckled darkly, then took a long swipe of my pussy.

My thighs accidentally clenched his head, causing that dark chuckle to sweep over my clit.

“I don’t torture just anybody with this,” he teased. “You get the special treatment.”

I moaned when he took another swipe, this time licking my clit.

“You taste so sweet.” He blew on my clit. “Knew it’d be like cotton candy.”

I closed my eyes and tried hard not to come too fast, but it was useless. I was hot for the man. He could be looking at me fully clothed and in a room full of people, and I’d be more than ready.

With him between my thighs and licking my clit? Yeah, there was no point in holding back.

“Gonna come,” I whispered breathlessly. “Your tongue is a… is a…”

He sucked my clit into his mouth just as he sank two fingers into me, and I was lost.

My back bowed off the bed, and my head turned.

I bit down on the pillow that was beside my face, gritting my teeth hard as I tried not to blow both of our eardrums out.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come,” he rumbled, giving my pussy luxurious laps.

I didn’t know about that. I’d never seen myself come. But I had seen myself crying, and I wasn’t a pretty crier. And shit, but the man had me on the verge of tears.

“I haven’t had an orgasm like that ever,” I informed him. “I… Dax… I’m not very experienced with the art of sex, but what you just gave me was something that I could’ve never imagined was possible.”

His eyes were intense as he slowly stood and started to unbuckle his belt.

The next thing to open were his pants.

He pushed both his jeans and his underwear down, leaving him completely nude.

When I went to take the sweatshirt he’d given me off, he grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Leave it on, but pull it up so I can see your tits.”

Eyes locked on his, he finally let go of my hand, and I brought it up to do exactly what he asked of me.

“Good.” His eyes dipped down, taking in my breasts. My turgid nipples were straining to be in his mouth.

His hand came up and he circled one pebbled nipple with a single finger, watching my eyes as he did.

My mouth parted, and he grinned.

“I have two condoms,” he said. “They’re in my truck, though.”

I blinked.

“Your truck?” I asked. “Why not in your wallet?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think it was very safe to leave them in my wallet.”

That was true. I’d always wondered much the same.

“Hold that thought, baby,” he said as he got up. “I’m going to…”

I was shaking my head and clenching onto his fist so he wouldn’t leave.

“I’m on birth control,” I told him. “The shot. I’m protected from a baby. I had my yearly exam and blood ran a few weeks ago. I’m… clean.”

His eyes stayed on mine, and I couldn’t help myself.

I had to look down his body to see. And there it was. Thick and proud, so fucking hard that it was sticking out straight in front of him.

I itched to reach out and wrap my hand around it.

I had little doubt that I couldn’t even close my fingers around him.

I bit my lip, worried now.

My last sexual encounter had been at seventeen in a car. I mean, I had vibrators throughout my life, but Jesus, they weren’t anywhere near as big as Dax’s cock was.

“I’m clean,” he said. “I don’t ever do anything without a condom, and even then I just got checked out because the department demanded we do yearly physicals for insurance purposes.”

I spread my thighs wide, and he took it as the invitation that it was.