Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 #1)(58)

“Ticklee. You know, like trainee. The person accepting the tickles,” I explained.

His grin was one that I knew well.

He was about to test it.

“My brother tested it once,” I told him. “I kicked him so hard in the balls that he had to go to the emergency room to make sure one of his testicles hadn’t ruptured.”

Dax winced.

“You wouldn’t do that to me,” he countered.

I was already shaking my head.

“I can’t tell you what I’d do, to be honest,” I admitted. “I’m just a little bit crazy when it comes to being tickled. I go wild because I just… it tickles so bad. And eventually after telling you to stop for the eighteenth time, I get mad. And then I start hurting when I don’t intend to hurt.”

That he could understand, I was sure.

“Do you now?” he wondered.

“I’d rather you stick your cock inside of me while you still can,” I admitted.

“While I still can?” he teased.

I nodded once.

“You’d be able to stop me? You’d be too mad at me to allow me to continue?” he asked teasingly.

I was already shaking my head.

“I’d probably hurt you, then you’d have to go to the emergency room,” I admitted.

He leaned forward until his mouth was only inches from mine, then said, “Yeah?”

I nodded once with utmost assurance.

“Yeah.”

His cock, his very hard, erect, I want it inside of me now, cock was pressing against my clit in the most delicious of ways.

He ground his cock against my pussy, dragging it up and down the split of my lips, coating his cock in my excitement.

It wasn’t fast movements. It was the slowest, most torturous ones he could manage.

They were delicious and debilitating all at once.

I wanted more, and I wanted him to never stop.

It was a lesson in control, that was for sure.

“Are you even listening to me?” he asked, his hand going to my side, his fingers digging in lightly.

I tensed, now fully back online.

“I was thinking about… stuff,” I admitted.

He snorted and dragged his mouth down the length of my breastbone, causing my nipples to pebble.

His beard felt like a steel wool pad, causing me to squirm.

“Your beard’s rough as hell,” I panted.

“Yeah?” he asked. “Want me to shave it?”

I brought my hands down so hard on his face that they made a smacking sound when they hit each of his cheeks.

“Don’t you dare!”

His startled eyes met mine, then he burst out laughing, pressing his forehead against my sternum as he did.

I tilted my hips up, hoping that he’d take the hint.

He didn’t.

He rubbed his bristly beard over my sternum, then moved up until he was dragging it along my nipples.

“Listen, Mr. January,” I said, doing a quick move that had him on his back with me on top of him. “This delayed gratification thing isn’t going to work. I’ve really been needing this so if you could just hurry it right along…”

Before I could finish my sentence, he was lifting my body.

The next second he was positioning his cock at my entrance and pulling me down hard onto him.

My head went back as euphoria rocketed through me.

My hands went backward for purchase, and I found Dax’s powerful thighs.

Clamping my hands down on them, I squeezed tight, my nails digging in, and groaned.

“Dax,” I breathed. “Yes!”

“No more Mr. January?” he teased.

I couldn’t even process his words.

He wanted me to call him Mr. January now? While I was trying my best to breathe?

“I…” I panted, twisting my hips.

He chuckled darkly and started to lift me up only to quickly pull me back down. Over and over he did this, working my body over his as if it was his to do with as he pleased.

I didn’t care.

Couldn’t, really.

Because he was doing everything that I wanted him to do and then some.

His hands were on my nipples. My hips. Trailing down the length of my stomach.

And still he was somehow guiding each and every plunge and retreat.

“Come down here,” he ordered. “I want to suck on your nipples.”

I bent down, my hands going to his chest for purchase as I leaned down and gave him my mouth instead.

“Not what I wanted,” he admitted between kisses. “But just as sweet.”

He slowly slid out of me, his thighs tensing underneath of mine, and I braced myself for the thrust he was about to give me.

I just knew it was going to be rough and deep.

“Now give me your tit,” he ordered.

I did, falling back onto his cock so softly that I would’ve laughed had I not already been moaning.

He fucked me like that, slow and steady, while he tongued my nipples.

I would’ve collapsed completely on top of him had he not been holding me up with one hand underneath my ribs.

“I wish I had hair,” I found myself saying. “I would totally let it drag over you right now, teasing your skin like you’re doing to me right now.” I gasped.