Any Day Now (SWAT Generation 2.0 8)

“Are you giving me that hungry face because you really want to do well in your classes? Or because you want a piece of my cock?” I wondered.

She swallowed and reluctantly pulled her eyes away from mine. “I think it has to do with your cock.”

“You think?” I asked, going down onto the bed between her thighs.

She nodded.

I stopped with both of my hands planted on either side of her face, the tip of my cock the only thing touching the rest of her as it drug deliciously against her belly.

She looked down and watched as a drop of pre-cum dripped from my tip and smeared across her belly as I slowly undulated my hips.

“I don’t even know what we were talking about,” she admitted. “All I can think about is touching it.”

I rolled until I was on my back beside her, then gestured to the length of my body with a sweep of both my hands.

“Have at me, honey,” I growled.

She shifted until she was between my splayed legs, then slowly lifted the t-shirt off her body, revealing her very naked self.

I licked my lips, my eyes catching on the droplet of pre-cum that was dotting her skin right above her belly button.

“I’ll have you,” she teased, bending down to gather another drop of pre-cum that had formed on the tip of my cock.

Then, without the least bit of coaxing, she brought that drop to her lips and sucked her finger clean.

I nearly spontaneously orgasmed.

“Jesus Christ,” I growled, watching her cheeks hollow as she pulled her finger free. “Please tell me that you don’t get any better.”

She snickered. “Why?”

“Because I might very well suffer from apoplexy,” I grumbled, closing my eyes.

She might kill me yet.

With her beautiful tits, perfect, shapely thighs. Her kissable mouth and her fuck-me hair.

“You don’t even know what apoplexy is,” she teased.

My brows raised. “Unconsciousness due to a fuckin’ stroke, honey.”

She grinned. “Where did you learn that?”

I shrugged. “Not that I really want to mention my mother in any capacity when you’re naked between my legs and my cock is so hard it might burst, but she’s a paramedic. It’s hard not to pick up the lingo when I lived with her for seventeen years. To make matters worse, I had to take a couple of medic courses when I was in the Air Force. Shit just goes in and doesn’t come out.” I tapped my brain.

She hmmmed, then leaned down and bit my inner thigh.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and counted to ten, hoping that by doing so I would gain control of the orgasm that was threatening to shoot out the end of my cock.

But then she bit something else this time—my balls.

Not hard or anything, but she lightly nibbled on them, and I swear by all that’s holy, I saw Jesus.

Or, at least, I might’ve.

If Jesus was a girl and looked eerily similar to Amelia.

“Sweet mother of pearl,” I groaned as she kissed the nibble she’d just given me, then went ahead and ran her tongue down the seam of my balls.

“You say such eloquent things,” she teased as she dragged one fingernail up the underside of my cock. “Tell me, do you like soft touches? Hard?”

I had no fuckin’ idea.

It wasn’t like I had the most experience.

I hadn’t had fuckin’ time.

I’d had a couple of sloppy blowjobs when I was a kid. But that was nothing like this.

Otherwise, I might’ve been asking for more.

“Umm...” I couldn’t get my brain to work well enough to answer her.

“I’ll just find out myself,” she murmured. “Tell me if I’m doing anything you don’t like.”

Then she proceeded to do everything that I liked.

Ending in her sucking the orgasm straight out of me.

When I lay there, panting and unsteady, staring at the ceiling, I realized rather quick that I’d neglected to do anything for her.

But goddamn, my eyes were tired.

And when Amelia curled herself into my side, her face buried into my chest, then went promptly to sleep?

Well, I couldn’t find it in me to wake her up and reciprocate even if she was on her period.

But I was blaming that on the fact that I think she sucked part of my life-force out of my cock.Chapter 12

Can we make slime? How about no.

-things every adult has to say at least once in their life.

Adam

Oink.

Oink. Oink.

Oink. Oink. Oink.

It was the sound of a cell phone blaring that woke me the next morning.

Rolling over in the bed, I blindly felt on the floor for the phone that I could hear bleating like a stuck pig.

A literal goddamn pig.

It wasn’t my phone, but goddamn, it had to stop.

Which was the only reason that I answered it.

I thought it was the alarm.

Only when I realized that there was a frantic man calling out on the other line that I placed it to my ear.