Any Day Now (SWAT Generation 2.0 8)

-Adam, age 12

Adam

“And what would that be?” Amelia, the woman that had just sucked my fingers clean so thoroughly that I felt the presence of her tongue on my dick, asked.

“These are the things that I’d like,” Avery said. “I can’t get too overly erotic,” she explained. “But we all know that the ladies of Kilgore, Texas, and hell, the world after the mention of y’all in Hero Magazine, would love to see these be a bit racier. Not racy enough that I can’t take my project to school or anything, but definitely racy enough that the people will adore the photos.”

“And what you’re saying is that you want him to take his shirt off,” Amelia suggested, her eyes filled with laughter.

“Yes.” Avery grinned. “The more flesh, the better, at least when it comes to him. You can leave your clothes on. I don’t think the women are going to pay anywhere near as much attention to you.”

I rolled my eyes and stepped back. “To the bedroom?”

“Yeah,” Avery said. “Now, go back to being all alpha male and stuff.”

I took that to mean I should go back to forcing Amelia to lick my fingers clean.

I didn’t know what it was about her that was making me turn into this desperate man, but it was getting to the point where I didn’t want to ignore the urges.

So I didn’t.

Walking back toward her, I hooked one arm around her hip, bent slightly at the waist, and practically threw her over my shoulder.

She shrieked in laughter, her hands going to my waist as she scrabbled for purchase, and I took her into the bedroom.

I could hear Avery’s camera clicking away, but I expertly ignored the sound and did what I wanted to do.

Tossing Amelia down onto the bed, I watched her bounce as I slowly stripped the shirt from my body.

Seconds later, I propped my foot on the side of the bed and unlaced my boots before kicking those to the side, too.

My socks were the last thing to go, and the entire time, Amelia’s eyes stayed firmly locked on me.

She took me in, watching my every move, and with each article of clothing that was lost, her breath would start coming in heavier and faster.

I could feel my dick hardening even more with each moment that passed, and I wondered if Avery was good at photoshopping hard dicks out of photos, because there was no hiding mine.

Not when it came to Amelia.

God, her breasts were heaving, and I could see the outline of her nipples through the bra and the tank that she was wearing.

There were goosebumps on her skin as well, giving away the fact that she was aroused.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and the way she kept licking her lips would be my undoing.

I stalked to the bed, climbing up on top of it.

“Damn, this is a big bed,” I muttered as I crawled up the length of Amelia’s prone body.

She swallowed hard. “Soft, too.”

Instead of feeling the sheets, I ran my hand along the length of hair that was spread out alongside the silk sheets and pillows.

“Your hair feels like the sheets,” I said as I gently smoothed my fingers over her hair.

“I washed it today,” she smiled then. “You’re welcome.”

I snorted and drew one curly tendril around my finger and twirled it, causing it to become an even better corkscrew curl before letting it fall from my finger.

“You smell good,” I murmured, my eyes moving to the rise and fall of Amelia’s chest. “Like sugar cookies.”

She blinked. “I think it’s my deodorant and the body scrub I used today. I didn’t put any perfume on. Men are weird about perfume.”

I didn’t know if they were or weren’t.

I wasn’t, at least I didn’t think I was.

But whatever Amelia had on was driving me wild.

“Interesting,” I said as I ran my finger—one of the ones she licked clean—down the length of her throat. “Tell me, Amelia. Do you have a man?”

She shook her head. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I had a man.”

No, I didn’t think she would.

Also, after I was done with her, she wouldn’t have been able to keep that man, anyway.

Not with the feelings she was evoking.

I’d been single for a year now. I’d had three steady girlfriends, all of which never sparked the kind of need that Amelia was sparking in me now. What was sad was that Amelia had done nothing but suck my fucking finger into her mouth. Yet, all of my other girlfriends had given me a whole lot more than that.

Amelia lifted her hand and circled her way around my heart, her fingers skimming the lines of my Air Force tattoo that I had on my left pectoral.

“Air Force?” she guessed.

I nodded, nerve endings firing every which way with each caress of her finger.