Joke's on You (SWAT Generation 2.0 6)

Despite having come seconds before Kerrie had walked in the door, I was once again on the verge of coming all over again.

The door pushed open, and the bells that I had hanging on the bar jingled.

Kerrie chanced a glance over his shoulder, but it didn’t matter to me.

My eyes were nearly glazed over.

Booth, having anticipated Kerrie’s look over his shoulder, looked relaxed, as if his cock wasn’t so hard it was pulsing inside of me.

He’d stopped his movements and braced both of his hands on the counter again on either side of my ribs.

I bit my lip but couldn’t stop myself from pressing back against him.

Hell, even Kerrie, with his annoying face and lying eyes, couldn’t make me control myself.

The moment the door closed behind him, and the bells settled, I moaned.

Booth didn’t waste time after that.

He pulled back then thrust forward so hard that I cried out.

My breasts dug into the counter, and my hips hit so hard that I knew that I’d be feeling sore tomorrow.

But I didn’t care—at least not about that.

I did care about the fact that I was so close to coming that I was nearly tasting it.

“Fuck,” I cried out. “Booth, please. Fuck.”

“I am,” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips. “What does it feel like I’m doing?”

I cried out on one particularly exuberant thrust, causing him to slow his pace.

When he did, I pushed backward, letting him know that I was okay.

He picked it back up again, and I closed my eyes as I focused on what I was feeling.

With his finger no longer working my clit, I was surprised that I could feel my orgasm building as fast as it was.

But the longer and harder he thrust into me, the better that it felt, until suddenly I just couldn’t take it anymore.

I cried out, and little colorful starbursts exploded behind the lids of my eyes.

My pussy clamped down hard on his cock, rhythmically pulsing all around his entire length.

It must’ve felt good, because by the time that I was able to draw in breath and think coherently, he wasn’t.

Booth’s curse, followed by his abrupt departure from my pussy, and a hot splash of his cum hitting my back followed my release.

I couldn’t stop myself from bemoaning that he hadn’t spent inside of me.

But I understood his actions.

We hadn’t talked about kids.

We really, really needed to get to know each other a little better.

Yet, we were continuing to play with fire by not protecting ourselves from pregnancy.

But, the longer that I thought about how I’d feel when it came to carrying Booth’s child, the more excited and reckless I became.

The idea was exciting.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You slay me.”

I panted with him, then pointed to the bar behind him.

“There’s a roll of paper towels behind you,” I said breathlessly.

I couldn’t move since he’d released on the small of my back, but it didn’t matter. Even if I could, I wouldn’t have. He was right about the ‘slaying’ thing. He very much did that to me.

He pulled backward and grabbed the towels.

Seconds later, he was wiping off my back and tossing the soiled towels into the trash can that was behind the counter by our feet.

Before I could lift my underwear and jeans into place, though, he pressed himself against me once again, gathering me into his arms so that he could bury his face into my hair.

“This definitely would’ve gotten the health inspector pissed,” Booth murmured into my hair.

At that, I burst out laughing.

He was not lying.

This wasn’t something that I would think the health inspector would’ve liked.

“We’re going to have to Lysol this entire freakin’ counter,” I said. “Just in case.”

He chuckled, then sat me back before grabbing a roll of paper towels and unwinding a handful.

He handed me some, then went about cleaning himself.

“This is not your usual cream filling,” he joked.

I gagged.

“That just seriously made me think about stuffing a donut with it.” I dry heaved. “Oh my God. Did you know that there was a show where a guy fed his fellow college students his dog’s semen? I think that I almost died after that. I don’t trust anybody with food. Ever. But seriously, after that? If it’s not store-bought and sealed, I have a hard time eating it.”

“What makes store-bought any better?” Booth asked as he jerked up his jeans. “Because the workers who made it could’ve done it.”

He’d literally just shattered my entire world with one statement.

“That’s…” I paused. “Insane. Please, don’t remind me of this conversation ever again.”

He laughed and tucked himself back into his jeans. “Noted.”Chapter 10

Nobody expects you to throw ten boxes of Ramen Noodles into their jacuzzi.

-Just sayin’.

Dillan

I ran my hand over the counter that Booth had taken me up against the night before and blushed.

I was smiling wide when I played the messages on my phone.