Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T #1)(104)



Fuck, how can I resist him?

“Hetch, this isn’t a good idea.” He rolls both of us so I’m on my back, and he’s covering me.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. My cock and I think it’s the best idea of the day.” His hands push my nightie up and over my head while mine find the waistband of his boxers. Our heads collide while we try to undress each other.

“Fuck.”

“Shit.”

We both curse, rubbing our heads.

“We seem to be a little out of practice,” I whisper, watching him carefully.

“We just need to slow it down.” He pulls back and stands by the side of the bed. I watch as he drops his boxers, freeing his rock-hard erection.

The thick veins running through his cock throb in front of my eyes.

Jesus.

“Are you sure you want to?” My fingers dip into the sides of my panties, but I don’t pull them down until he gives the okay.

“What sort of question is that, sweetheart?” He widens his stance, fists his cock, and strokes himself. My core throbs and my nipples harden. Even if I wanted to resist this man, the sight before me pushes every bit of willpower left in me away.

Making quick work of my panties, I kick them off and move down the bed so I’m lying in front of him. Exposed and waiting.

“Jesus, I’ve missed you.” His voice is husky with need. His stare is scorching with want.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart.” My hands obey. Reaching between my legs, I part my lips and glide my finger through my wetness.

“Tell me how wet you are.” His eyes don’t leave my * while mine don’t leave his cock. Both of us transfixed with the other, getting ourselves off.

“Take a look yourself.” I spread my legs wider, giving him a better view.

“Fuck, baby.” The half groan, half grunt washes over me, and anchors me to the point I almost don’t feel him climb up over me and settle between my legs. “Need you so bad.”

I spread my legs wider, making room for him. Coming up on my elbows, I look down my body and watch him line up his cock at my entrance. Risking a glance up at him, I find his gaze locked on me.

“Watch, sweetheart. Watch me come home.” My gaze slides back to his cock as he pushes himself inside me.

“Oh, God,” I pant as he throbs inside of me, my core pulsing around him.

The sting of him stretching me coils in my stomach, but is soon forgotten when he moves his hips in a slow, deliberate pace.

“Harder,” I encourage as an orgasm builds faster than expected.

“No, baby.” He takes my hands and secures them over my head, keeping me restrained. “We’re not f*cking tonight. I’m making love to my woman.” His words whisper over my skin like the heat of a fire on a winter’s night. Tremors of excitement pulse from my toes and work their way up to my heart.

“Hetch.” I moan. The start of an orgasm dances in front of me, the promise of ecstasy teasing and taunting me.

“Look at me, Liberty.” My eyes open on command and connect with his. Each one of his thrusts remain controlled, but still, it manages to spiral me out of control.

“I’m so deeply in love with you, B.” My mouth swallows his words. Our tongues make love with the same amount of passion as our bodies.

I don’t get a chance to confess my love before my orgasm takes hold of me and drags me through an abyss of pleasure.

“God, yes!” This time, his mouth captures my cries. Keeping up his perfect pace, it takes only a few more beats before his release seizes him. His cry of pleasure rings out, prickling my skin in a second wave of want.

“Jesus, I’ve missed you.” He drops his forehead to mine while he tries to catch his breath.

“I’m so deeply in love with you, too.” His eyes open at the quietness of my words and lock onto mine.

“Move in with me, B,” he replies, knocking the wind out of me harder than the orgasm he just gave me.

“What?”

His lips curve up at my panic. “Move in with me.” Even repeated a second time, they don’t soothe my unease. Maybe being trapped under him with his cock still pulsing inside of me makes it harder to focus, but it’s like the words have wiped my brain from functioning.

“B-but I live next door.” My answer is stupid, even I know it. If I could slap myself, I would.

“I’m not asking you to move in with me here. I want you to move in with me, in my house.” He whispers soft kisses over my face, like he’s easing me into the idea.

“But it’s not livable. You said it’s too cluttered.” I don’t know why I’m fighting it. Of course I want to move in with him. It’s just so sudden and unexpected. And he still has his cock inside of me.

“I did, but then you came along, sweetheart. You crashed into my life with your jacked-up vibrator, and your inappropriate notes, and you saved me. You saved me when I didn’t know I needed saving.”

A wave of tears burst free, but I try my hardest to control them. “Hetch–”

“I realize I can do anything when I’m with you, sweetheart. The darkness seems a little less dark, the pain is a little more manageable, and the clutter… the clutter fades and what’s left behind is the beauty of the moment. So yes, I know it’s soon. But you’re mine, and I’m not letting you go ever again.”

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