Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 #1)(39)

His eyes were intense as he slowly stood and started to unbuckle his belt.

The next thing to open were his pants.

He pushed both his jeans and his underwear down, leaving him completely nude.

When I went to take the sweatshirt he’d given me off, he grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Leave it on, but pull it up so I can see your tits.”

Eyes locked on his, he finally let go of my hand, and I brought it up to do exactly what he asked of me.

“Good.” His eyes dipped down, taking in my breasts. My turgid nipples were straining to be in his mouth.

His hand came up and he circled one pebbled nipple with a single finger, watching my eyes as he did.

My mouth parted, and he grinned.

“I have two condoms,” he said. “They’re in my truck, though.”

I blinked.

“Your truck?” I asked. “Why not in your wallet?”

He shrugged. “I didn’t think it was very safe to leave them in my wallet.”

That was true. I’d always wondered much the same.

“Hold that thought, baby,” he said as he got up. “I’m going to…”

I was shaking my head and clenching onto his fist so he wouldn’t leave.

“I’m on birth control,” I told him. “The shot. I’m protected from a baby. I had my yearly exam and blood ran a few weeks ago. I’m… clean.”

His eyes stayed on mine, and I couldn’t help myself.

I had to look down his body to see. And there it was. Thick and proud, so fucking hard that it was sticking out straight in front of him.

I itched to reach out and wrap my hand around it.

I had little doubt that I couldn’t even close my fingers around him.

I bit my lip, worried now.

My last sexual encounter had been at seventeen in a car. I mean, I had vibrators throughout my life, but Jesus, they weren’t anywhere near as big as Dax’s cock was.

“I’m clean,” he said. “I don’t ever do anything without a condom, and even then I just got checked out because the department demanded we do yearly physicals for insurance purposes.”

I spread my thighs wide, and he took it as the invitation that it was.

Putting one knee on the bed, he bent down, his hands planted on either side of my head.

Slowly he lowered himself over my body, his cock resting heavily on my belly now.

“Has anybody ever told you that you have a massive cock?” I blurted out, looking down the length of my body at the big beast.

“No,” he said. “But I’ve seen myself compared to other guys. I’m aware that it’s big.”

I’m aware that it’s big.

That was a crock of shit.

He had to know he was on the larger side of massive.

But, now that I thought about it, it was no surprise. The man was built like Thor. There’s no way a man of his size would be packing a baby pecker.

“It’s big,” I told him. “And I haven’t had sex in a while…”

“How long is a while?” he wondered.

Should I tell him?

Mentally shrugging, I said, “Since I was seventeen.”

His eyes widened at that.

“Seventeen?” he retorted, his voice dark, possessive, and incredulous.

I shrugged. “I wasn’t all that impressed with it. And the last couple of years, school has been my entire life. I haven’t had time to do anything more than study, go to school, and sometimes eat.”

He lifted one hand from the bed and brought it up the length of my thigh. When he got to my hip he pulled up, urging me to my belly.

I rolled, going onto my hands and knees.

His growl of desire made me spread my legs wider, pushing my backside against him.

I felt him position himself at my entrance, and closed my eyes and breathed out, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt me.

He notched the head at my entrance, then slowly started to push inside.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he murmured. “Your pussy is hugging my tip so tightly that I almost don’t want to push inside of you anymore.”

I snorted and looked at him over my shoulder.

“You better stick that monster all the way inside of me or I’m going to make you,” I ordered.

His eyes went from where we were partially connected to my face.

“How will you do that?” he asked.

I pushed back onto him, taking another inch inside of my body, and nearly laughed when I saw his eyes close and a look of rapture steal over him.

“Shit, baby,” he growled. “Shit.”

I pulled away, stopping when my entrance was just kissing his cock, then pushed backward.

He squeezed my hips, this time being the one to push me away before pulling back.

We did this quite a few times, not stopping until he was fully inside.

I was panting and seeing double, sure, but having his cock inside me stretching me to capacity? I’d take the bad just so I could have his good.

“Sweet Jesus,” he rumbled. “Why do you feel so fucking tight?”

Why did I feel so tight? Because it’d been a really long time, and ol’ pencil dick Martin, who I’d slept with, hadn’t been big enough to stretch me open.

I had crayons bigger than his cock.