Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 1)

His hands moved up my sides, tickling my skin as he moved, causing me to squirm and Dax to pause.

“Was that a flinch?” he teased.

With him in this mood, I wasn’t sure I wanted to admit my intense ticklishness. It didn’t seem like the greatest idea for my sake.

What did seem like a good idea was him getting to work.

Him sticking that cock of his into me and doing some good with it instead of torturing me.

“No,” I said. “No flinching here. Why?”

He chuckled, his hand once again trailing down my side.

And I told myself not to do it. Even tried counting to fifty in my head when he did, his eyes intense on my face, but fuck.

I was just too ticklish. I couldn’t help it.

I started to giggle and flinched away, but Dax’s body pinning mine down didn’t let me go far.

And then recognition lit his eyes.

“Where else are you ticklish?” he asked, his hands once again roaming.

I was already shaking my head.

“Listen, Champ.” I caught his hand and pressed it in between my breasts. “I’m going to tell you this once, and once only because I love you. I’m not a nice ticklee.”

“Ticklee?” he asked, voice sounding strangely strained.

“Ticklee. You know, like trainee. The person accepting the tickles,” I explained.

His grin was one that I knew well.

He was about to test it.

“My brother tested it once,” I told him. “I kicked him so hard in the balls that he had to go to the emergency room to make sure one of his testicles hadn’t ruptured.”

Dax winced.

“You wouldn’t do that to me,” he countered.

I was already shaking my head.

“I can’t tell you what I’d do, to be honest,” I admitted. “I’m just a little bit crazy when it comes to being tickled. I go wild because I just… it tickles so bad. And eventually after telling you to stop for the eighteenth time, I get mad. And then I start hurting when I don’t intend to hurt.”

That he could understand, I was sure.

“Do you now?” he wondered.

“I’d rather you stick your cock inside of me while you still can,” I admitted.

“While I still can?” he teased.

I nodded once.

“You’d be able to stop me? You’d be too mad at me to allow me to continue?” he asked teasingly.

I was already shaking my head.

“I’d probably hurt you, then you’d have to go to the emergency room,” I admitted.

He leaned forward until his mouth was only inches from mine, then said, “Yeah?”

I nodded once with utmost assurance.

“Yeah.”

His cock, his very hard, erect, I want it inside of me now, cock was pressing against my clit in the most delicious of ways.

He ground his cock against my pussy, dragging it up and down the split of my lips, coating his cock in my excitement.

It wasn’t fast movements. It was the slowest, most torturous ones he could manage.

They were delicious and debilitating all at once.

I wanted more, and I wanted him to never stop.

It was a lesson in control, that was for sure.

“Are you even listening to me?” he asked, his hand going to my side, his fingers digging in lightly.

I tensed, now fully back online.

“I was thinking about… stuff,” I admitted.

He snorted and dragged his mouth down the length of my breastbone, causing my nipples to pebble.

His beard felt like a steel wool pad, causing me to squirm.

“Your beard’s rough as hell,” I panted.

“Yeah?” he asked. “Want me to shave it?”

I brought my hands down so hard on his face that they made a smacking sound when they hit each of his cheeks.

“Don’t you dare!”

His startled eyes met mine, then he burst out laughing, pressing his forehead against my sternum as he did.

I tilted my hips up, hoping that he’d take the hint.

He didn’t.

He rubbed his bristly beard over my sternum, then moved up until he was dragging it along my nipples.

“Listen, Mr. January,” I said, doing a quick move that had him on his back with me on top of him. “This delayed gratification thing isn’t going to work. I’ve really been needing this so if you could just hurry it right along…”

Before I could finish my sentence, he was lifting my body.

The next second he was positioning his cock at my entrance and pulling me down hard onto him.

My head went back as euphoria rocketed through me.

My hands went backward for purchase, and I found Dax’s powerful thighs.

Clamping my hands down on them, I squeezed tight, my nails digging in, and groaned.

“Dax,” I breathed. “Yes!”

“No more Mr. January?” he teased.

I couldn’t even process his words.

He wanted me to call him Mr. January now? While I was trying my best to breathe?

“I…” I panted, twisting my hips.

He chuckled darkly and started to lift me up only to quickly pull me back down. Over and over he did this, working my body over his as if it was his to do with as he pleased.