Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T #1)(36)

I want to put my lips on that pulse. To own it. Own what I’m creating inside of her. Own her need and her want. I want to lick at it. Feel it under my tongue. Revel in the fact I created it.

“Liberty?” I press. My fingers rest on the hem of the satin shorts that had me crawling off the sofa in the first place.

“Yeah?”

“This okay?” I ask again. My tongue flicks out, licking at the erratic pulse that’s driving me wild.

“Yeah,” she pants, her legs spreading wider. It’s all I need to slip my hand up her shorts and slide my fingers into the warm heat between her legs.

Fuck me sideways. No panties.

The soft moan coming from her lips tell me she’s into it.

“Jesus, never felt something so f*cking good.” My dick hardens in my shorts as my finger hooks inside of her.

“Yeah.” Her head lolls to the side. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls.” I swallow her words, not wanting to talk about other women. Not now. Not here. Not ever.

“Liberty.” My mouth moves over hers as I add a second finger and pick up my pace.

“Yes?” Her eyes roll back, her hips lifting up to meet each stroke with need.

“Shut up.”

“You shut up.” Her head snaps back up, giving me the same attitude I’m growing to enjoy.

“Jesus, even with my fingers inside of you, you're still bitchy.” I’m not sure if I mean to say it out loud, or maybe I did.

“You did not just say that to me.”

“I think I did, babe.” I dip my tongue back in her mouth hoping it will shut her up this time. My play works when she fights for only a second longer before molding closer to me. Her legs wrap around me, digging her heels into my ass, and pressing me closer.

Eager to move things along, I lift her off the counter and carry her to the sofa. She doesn’t protest, not even when I follow her down. Knees to the floor, hands to her silky shorts, I pull them clean off her body and throw them over my shoulder.

“Jesus, Lib.” I sit back to take a better look at her. I know it’s only been two days since I got a glimpse of her the other night, but seeing her again makes me want to weep knowing I could have had this already. Could have had her.

“You could have had it the other night.” She takes the words out of my head as her eyes sweep down herself, assessing her body, not in the same way I see it I’m sure, but in a way that lets me know she’s comfortable in her own skin. Comfortable to tease me with her body and her words.

“I didn’t want to stop,” I tell her what she has to know already.

“But you did.”

“I did, but then you shut me out. Left me high and dry for two days.” I counter her accusations with my own. “I should punish you for running.” At the word punish, her * pulses and it takes every ounce of strength not to dive right between her legs and feel it pulse over my cock. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?” My eyes lock on hers, and I don’t miss the slight nod.

Yeah, she f*cking loves it.

“Take your shirt off, Liberty.”

“Take yours off,” she fires back at me, taunting me. I reach down, pulling my old squad shirt off my back, letting it join her shorts on the floor. Her hand reaches out, running her finger down my abs and dipping into the waistband of my boxers. She glides them down my legs, freeing my straining cock from its uncomfortable position.

Expecting her to go for the main prize, I’m surprised and disappointed when she holds back, smirking up at me in some kind of challenge.

“You just gonna look at it? Or you gonna put it in your mouth and show me how f*ckable those lips are.” I don’t mean to act like some depraved Neanderthal. It comes naturally. Especially when it’s been a long time coming. Liberty doesn’t seem too worried about my needs. The wicked gleam in her eyes tells me she wants to play.

“Careful, Officer.” It’s a gentle warning, one I want to address if she continues to play hard to get, but for now, I let it slide.

“Sweetheart, you’re skating on thin ice here.” I fist my cock, and give it a few tugs, relieving some of the prickly pressure.

“What’s the matter, Hetch? You don’t like a woman in control?” She lifts her satin top over her head, matching my nakedness to hers. My eyes track her body, giving me the perfect view of her. Completely naked, completely open to me, I draw in a breath to steady the unusual onset of nerves and memorize every smooth inch of her sexy body.

She’s perfection. Hair tousled, lips swollen. Creamy plump breasts, pale pink tips. I remember the taste of them on my tongue.

Knowing I’m not going to last long with her smart mouth and naked body, I step out of my shorts, kick them to the side, then press down on my throbbing cock and point it toward the seam of her lips.

“Open.”

“Say please.”

“I’m not f*cking with you. Open your mouth.” We get lost in a stare off, both of us naked as the day we were born. Need flowing through me, want radiating from her. Neither one of us yielding to the other.

“Open your mouth before I make you… please.” She laughs at my choice of words, then parts her lips in a rather dramatic fashion. Not needing another prompt, I tilt my hips and guide myself into her sweet, sassy mouth. The warmth of her tongue and the softness of her lips as they circle around my shaft have my hands moving through her hair.