Fries Before Guys (SWAT Generation 2.0 2)

So I did the only thing I could.

I trailed my hand down the length of his chest.

The nervous butterflies entered my body then, taking flight in my belly and filling up my chest.

I pushed them down, though, determined to do this.

And by ‘this’ I meant taking that next step.

His chest felt hard underneath my hand, and his suit jacket felt rough and scratchy.

As I moved lower, his eyes widened a bit, as if he was surprised by what I was doing.

It was no secret that I wasn’t experienced.

At all.

When had there been time?

But I knew that Derek was.

I also knew that he was trying to be careful with me, wanting the best for me but also wanting me at the same time. Those two things were warring in his brain right now. I could see the indecision in his eyes.

He wanted to catch my hand before it got any lower. He wanted me to go lower as well, practically begging me with his eyes for me to do it.

I drew in a deep breath, then did it.

First, I caught the two buttons that were holding his suit coat closed, unbuttoning them with fumbling fingers.

He licked his lips, eyes lit with fire.

I moved my hand until it was right above his belt, right where his shirt tucked into the pants, and dipped my fingers in, teasing and testing.

I had no clue what to do, but the way Derek’s eyes flared, and his hands clenched on my face, let me know without words that it was right.

I closed my eyes, feeling the nerves start to take over. I could do it. I wanted to do it.

But seeing the indecision warring in Derek’s eyes was making me waver. Making me want to pull back.

I didn’t want to pull back, though. I wanted to have his cock in my hand.

Determined now, I dipped my fingers even lower, stopping when I encountered something very hard. Very thick. And pulsing.

I moaned, unable to help it.

My thighs clenched, and I inadvertently rocked forward so that my hips were now firmly lodged against his.

His breath caught in his throat, but still he didn’t pull away.

I pulled back, my hand now going to his belt, and unlatched it.

My other hand finally got into the mix, and slowly but surely I got it undone, and the button of his suit pants unbuttoned.

He growled. “Avery…”

I didn’t open my eyes. Didn’t stop, either.

I didn’t want to, and I damn sure could feel that he didn’t want to now that I was pressed against him.

His impressive ass was enough to hold his pants up, but they gaped enough in the front that I could pull his shirttails free.

“Avery…”

I slowly started to unbutton his shirt, one by one, until every inch of his chest was exposed, and the shirttails were no longer in my way.

That was when I opened my eyes, unable to help myself.

I just had to see.

And his chest was magnificent.

Oh, and he had a new tattoo.

“When did you get this done?” I breathed, running my fingers over the skin.

I’d seen him shirtless before. Granted, I hadn’t studied his chest because I didn’t want him knowing that I was looking, but I would’ve noticed it.

“Avery…”

Since I knew that he was trying to convince himself that this was a bad idea, I sidestepped the tattoo question and went to the gaping pants.

He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Seriously.

He had none on.

All I could see was tanned skin that went down to the root of his cock, which was surrounded by golden pubic hair.

His cock was being held down by his pants, resting down the side of his left pants leg.

I licked my lips and repeated ‘you can do it’ in my head as I reached out and stroked the base of his cock with one lone finger.

He shuddered, his hips jerking against me, urging me on without words.

“Avery…”

He sounded so pained that I almost smiled.

I pushed his pants down just enough that his cock popped free, and my own breath caught this time.

Holy. Shit.

He was big.

I had no other cocks to compare him to. Honestly, I’d never even seen a dildo before except for on Amazon, so I really had no clue if he was big or small. But Jesus Christ.

The man was big. So big, in fact, that when I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers didn’t even touch on the other side.

Derek cursed, his voice sounding as if he’d gargled rocks.

The rumble of his voice made shivers of excitement roll down my spine.

My nipples pebbled even harder, too, reminding me that though he was exposed, not one single part of my body was.

I reached back with my free hand that wasn’t wrapped around his cock and unlatched my halter top, letting it fall down.

My breasts bounced free, causing his swift inhale of surprise.

He groaned and finally allowed his hands to drop from my head.