Hetch (Men OF S.W.A.T #1)(64)

“How long have you been working on it?”

“A few years. My dad was helping me fix it up before he—” He stops talking and silence falls between us. It’s the second time in the last few weeks we've had a conversation stop with the mention of his father.

Unsure if I should ask for more information or let it drop, I let the silence stretch between us.

“I need to spend more time out here,” he continues, as if there was no pause.

“How often do you get to come out here?” I ignore the huge elephant in the room and let it pass. I know things between us are getting serious, but if there is an issue here, I don’t want to push him. I would rather he told me.

“I usually try to come out every weekend, but I've been a little preoccupied.” He reaches for me, wrapping his arms around me.

“Oh, yeah? With what?” I play along, raising my arms up around his neck. The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of craziness. Between keeping a close eye on Mitch, the other boys in the program, dealing with the Payton and Jett drama, and Hetch’s intense schedule, we’ve barely had any free days.

“Your *.” He’s so blunt in his answer but it doesn’t surprise me he uses those words. What surprises me is how I feel about his choice of words.

Is this all I am to him?

All we are?

“Oh, is that all?” I try to mask my disappointment, and maybe I do, but either way, he doesn’t read into it.

“What do you mean is that all? It’s not just any *, sweetheart. It’s Platinum *.” I don't know if anyone has ever called my * platinum before, but platinum is good, right?

“Platinum?” I ask.

“Fucking perfection.” He kisses me deeper while his hands pull my dress up over my hips, revealing my naked ass.

“Jesus, you’re not wearing panties?” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he slides a finger between my wet and wanting folds. “You’re killing me here.” He moves his finger through my wetness a few times before driving two fingers into me. My leg comes up, wrapping around his body, seeking more friction. My head falls back at the sudden burst of pleasure.

“Hetch,” I moan, my body tight with need and my head loose with passion.

“Gonna f*ck you now, B. Right here on the floor.” It’s the first time he’s called me B and my heart skips a beat when I realize how much I like it.

“Right here on the ground?” I know the sheets are clean, but is he for real?

“Right here, sweetheart. You can present your tight sexy ass to me on all fours, or lay back and spread them wide.” He holds me up against his body while dropping to a knee and lowering me to the ground.

Already knowing how I want it, I turn, find my knees, and present my ass to him. Arching my back, I spread my legs a little wider, hoping he gets a good view. Judging by the low moan he breathes out, I know he does.

“Don't know if I want to eat this platinum * out or fill it with my cock.” His hands come to my ass cheeks, roughly pushing them apart.

“Cock.” I pant when he blows a warm breath over me. I know he’s right there. Can feel his soft breath over my wetness as he stares at his prize.

“I think I need a taste first.” He ignores my request, spreading me wider, his tongue hitting my clit first. A spark ignites on impact, burning through me slowly. Skillfully, he glides through my folds, over my opening, and up to my *.

Holy Fucking Shit!

I tense at the sensation of Hetch’s tongue where it’s never been before.

“Relax,” he soothes, his finger replaces his tongue and travels in the same path.

“How am I supposed to relax? Your tongue just licked my *.” I try to sound offended, but it only comes out breathy when he pushes his finger into me.

“You loved it.” He taunts, removing his finger. He dips back to my clit, dragging my wetness back through my folds and up to my *.

“I didn’t,” I lie, unable to stop myself from tensing when he presses against my tight hole.

“Has anyone ever taken you here, sweetheart?” He pauses, waiting for me to answer.

“No.” I don’t have a second to worry if I should be embarrassed by the fact when a deep, painful moan vibrates over me.

“Fuck, yeah.” He groans, burying his face back between my legs, repeating his earlier path.

“Doesn’t mean you’re getting in there.” The taunt falls from my lips with ease. His fingers dig harder into my flesh as he spreads me even wider, but there’s not time to call out because his tongue starts spearing into my *.

“Fuck, Hetch.” I moan, unsure if I can come this way. He continues to f*ck me with his tongue, more convinced than I am. I think I’m almost there, almost to the precipice when a startled gasp comes from the front door. My head rears back, my eyes falling on someone I quickly recognize as Hetch’s sister and an older version of her.

A scream rips through my lips at the sight of them. Hetch’s tongue vacates my * in expert speed, then pulls my dress back down to cover me up.

“Get out!” Hetch booms. The women turn, bumping into each other on their way out the door.

“Oh, my God.” I drop my head to the ground. The embarrassment is almost threatening to bring up my breakfast. “Please tell me that was not your mother.”