Maybe Swearing Will Help (SWAT Generation 2.0 3)

“Those eyes.” He grinned. “They tell me exactly what you’re thinking.”

My brows rose as I stared at him.

“Yeah?” I asked. “What are they saying?”

“They’re saying that you want me. And you don’t care if you’re going to be walking funny tomorrow because of it.” He hit the nail on the head.

“Jesus,” I snorted. “You’re full of yourself.”

He yanked the Velcro straps that held his Kevlar vest to his chest, then quickly divested himself of it.

It hit the floor with a solid clunk, and my heart lurched at the sight of his cock jolting from the movement.

I spread my legs back open, beckoning him without words.

He didn’t disappoint, shucking his shirt and lowering his boxer briefs all the while climbing up between my thighs.

Just as he got where he wanted to be, he yanked my leg up and out, pushing it wide so that I was splayed to his gaze.

He lowered his hips, dragging his hefty cock against my wet slit.

I watched him watch me, so entranced that I hadn’t realized that he’d stopped until his eyes once again met my own.

“Watch us,” he ordered.

I did, allowing my eyes to sink down his body to focus on where we were touching.

“The condom,” I breathed. “Don’t forget the condom.”

He cursed and let my leg go, reaching over me to the nightstand beyond my head.

I watched as he pulled out the box of condoms, the ones clearly marked ‘non-latex,’ and ripped a packet free.

He didn’t toss the box back into the drawer, though. No, he threw them down beside my head and said, “I’ll just leave those there. There’s no telling how many more we’ll need tonight.”

I would’ve laughed had he not been one hundred percent serious.

In the blink of an eye, he had the condom opened and rolled down the length of his cock, with the tip lodged at my entrance.

“Shit,” I breathed when he yanked my legs back into position.

Then, slowly, he eased his way inside.

When he got about an inch in, my eyes widened at the slight burn of his cock spreading me wide, and he pulled back.

I began to frown, wanting him inside of me despite the pain, but just as I was about to scold him, he reversed his retreat and once again started to push his way in.

He repeated this, over and over, until I was once again full to the brim.

“Jesus Christ,” he said, his eyes hot and on me. “You feel so good.”

Did I?

Because I was fairly convinced that I was about to burst at the seams.

“You’re big,” I blurted. “And Jesus, I feel like you’ve forced an arm in there, not your penis.”

He laughed, causing his cock to jerk in place, and I felt a jolt of pure electric need course through me.

“Feel good now?” he asked, pulling back slightly.

I closed my eyes, getting lost in the sensations that he was invoking in me.

Also, I might’ve lost the ability to talk as he slowly swirled his hips, causing his cock not to move, per se, but to rock in place.

It was the single best feeling I’d ever felt in my life.

“I think,” I breathed through the feeling. “That this is what I want you to continue to do.”

“Not this?” he asked, pulling back slightly, changing the angle of his hips, and slowly sliding back inside.

I. Saw. Stars.

Whatever he’d done, it was the exact thing that I’d needed.

I hadn’t realized what it was, exactly, that I’d needed until that moment in time.

“That,” I said. “That.”

His grin was positively wicked as he gave me more of ‘that.’

Over and over again, in fact.

He moved with such languid grace that at first I wasn’t sure what, exactly, he was doing to me.

But then, as my orgasm started to slowly build, I realized that he knew exactly what he was doing.

He was playing my body like a finely tuned instrument. Using it as he pleased and taking me along for the ride.

I watched as his abdominals undulated with each twisting thrust of his hips.

Watched as his concentration on my body, on the things he was making it do for him, twisted and moved.

“Does this feel like you’re not mine?” he asked. “Does this feel like I’m yours?”

“It feels like you need to move faster.” I gasped out a laugh. “Please.”

He leaned forward onto his elbows, his face only inches from mine, and laughed.

In my face.

His cock jerked inside of me, but that was the only sign that he gave to moving faster.

In fact, his eyes locked to mine, he moved even slower.

I wanted to scream and moan. I wanted to force him to go fast, but also keep him moving exactly the same.

Then he did something else incredible.

He sat back up, then moved my legs until they were pressed together before bracketing them with his own.

The new position, with my legs so tightly closed, had me confused.