Men of S.W.A.T.: Tactical Pleasure

by J. C. Wilder

  His gaze roamed over her breasts. Her nipples were swollen with arousal. She stuck out her pink tongue and licked her fingertip before painting one turgid tip with the dampness. His throat closed with the erotic gesture and he reached for her.

  She shook her head and rose to her feet. Her thin panties were the only garment that kept her from being completely nude. His gaze skimmed her short, tanned legs. The high cut of the panties made them look longer than they really were and they fit the proportions of her curvy body. Funny, he’d never really appreciated a woman with an abundance of curves until he met Miranda. It wasn’t that he consciously sought out skinny women. It just seemed to happen that those were the ones he’d ended up dating. His gaze moved over her generous curves.

  And look at what he’d been missing out on.

  She held out her hand, silently offering him everything he’d fantasized about for so long. He slipped his fingers into hers and she gave him a shy smile when he rose.

  Turning, she led him to the bedroom. Bathed in moonlight, the room was cool and dim. Her bed was a pale shadow in the darkness and his gut clenched at the sight of it. Soon he’d have her spread for a long, slow ride and he’d possess her body and soul.

  But first he had to let her know something.

  Just as she reached the bed, he pulled her away, turning and backing her until she was trapped between his big body and the wall. Her bare breasts were soft and welcoming against his chest and his erection, still constrained by his jeans, jutted into her belly.

  “Randa,” he whispered. “You know I’d never hurt you, don’t you?”

  She looked up with large, luminous eyes. “Yes, Johnny. You’re my friend.”

  He bent and his lips touched hers in a soft, sweet kiss. His hand moved to her waist and he pulled her tight against him as the kiss transformed. Their tongues mated in a sinfully carnal embrace that rocked his world. Her nails grated his chest and he growled low in his throat, causing her to repeat the movement.

  They were both panting when he ended the kiss. He stepped back to unzip his jeans, taking care to not catch his engorged flesh in the greedy metal teeth before he let them drop to the floor.

  Randa held his gaze and mimicked his movements by removing her panties and allowing them to fall to her ankles before she stepped out of them. She gave him a saucy, secretive smile when she walked past him. Climbing onto the edge of the bed with one knee braced on the mattress, she looked over her shoulder at him.

  The moonlight painted her generous curves with pale light and his cock lunged forward when she bent over to expose every inch of that luscious ass for his greedy view.

  “Are you…coming?” She climbed onto the middle of the bed before turning to face him.

  “Not yet but I soon will be,” he muttered. His gaze never left hers while he stripped off his boxer briefs and followed her onto the bed. “You haven’t seen anything yet, woman.”

  Her lips quirked. “I’m counting on it, Johnny. You have a lot to live up to. Your reputation is…enormous.”

  He slid over her and she ran her hands down his arms. He loved the way she touched him, insatiably as if she couldn’t get enough of him. Hell, he loved everything about her and he was crazy to come inside her.

  She caught his head and angled him for a kiss. Their tongues dueled as their hands stroked and sought the secrets of each other’s bodies.

  Her fingers curled around his erection, forcing his breath from his lungs until he thought he might lose consciousness. After a few clumsy strokes, he wrapped his hand around hers to stop her teasing touch but she refused to heed his unspoken command. He could barely breathe as she pressed his steely length into her soft belly and her hands seemed to be everywhere at once.

  He slipped his hand between her thighs. Parting her dampened flesh, his fingers zeroed in on the most sensitive part of her body. He caressed her intimately with slow, teasing strokes until her hips arched off the bed and she was begging him to stop.

  At just the last second, he pulled back, knowing he’d almost waited too long to take her. Pre-come dampened the head of his cock and he was desperate to get inside her before he spilled himself like a randy teenager. He wasn’t sure he could last long enough to ensure this first time was good for her but he’d try his best to make it so.

  Hungry, he kissed her sweet mouth as he spread her thighs wider with his knees. The head of his cock nuzzled her opening when it suddenly occurred to him he had no protection. His condoms were in the truck.

  He broke the kiss and gasped, “Protection?”

  Her lashes fluttered and she had the look of a woman who’d been thoroughly kissed by her lover. She pointed to the bedside table. “In the drawer.”

  John wrenched the drawer open so hard the entire thing came out and dumped its contents onto the floor. Randa giggled and he cursed having to leave her warm body to scramble for a condom on the floor.

  He climbed off the bed and fumbled around until he located a handful of the foil packets. He grabbed all of them and her eyes widened when she saw how many he held for her inspection.

  “For later.” He kept one and dropped the rest on the bedside table.

  Her eyes gleamed with a mixture of arousal and amusement and he quickly dealt with the condom. He knelt between her thighs before lifting her buttocks in his hands. Sliding his bent legs under hers, he’d positioned himself to enter her so he could still watch at the same time. In one slow glide, he pressed forward, his cock disappearing into her sweet flesh inch by ravenous inch.

  She arched, crying out as he sank into her. When he reached the hilt, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, deeper. His teeth clenched as her soft, wet heat surrounded him.

  He stretched over her and caught her face with his hand. His mouth covered hers and he took possession of her sweet mouth and tight body. He began to move, trying to keep his movements slow. He was determined to bring her pleasure first but she would have none of his restraint.

  Her fingers sank into his buttocks and, all too soon, their lovemaking turned uncontrolled, primal, almost savage in its intensity, and he allowed himself to be consumed by their mutual hunger.

  Their fingers stroked and their tongues mated as his hips pounded into hers. Reality receded as he gave up to her soft, breathy cries and begging sobs. All too soon, his balls tightened, heralding the arrival of his orgasm. He gritted his teeth and tried to slow his ascent but it was too late. He came with a roar. His consciousness had melted to a pinpoint that consisted of the bed and its occupants. Beneath him, she arched and sobbed, her nails scoring his back as powerful tremors of release shook them both.

  They remained joined for several long moments. Their breathing was ragged and neither of them had the inclination to move even though he knew he had to be crushing her with his considerable weight.

  He grinned against the sweetly scented flesh of her shoulder. “So that’s what all the fuss is about.”

  She burst out laughing and he grinned at her sound of pure joy. He rolled to the side to deal with the condom by wrapping it in tissues from her nightstand. When he was done, he stretched out next to her.

  The moonlight cast fingers of pale light over her face. She looked thoroughly ravished. Her lips were swollen and a deep satisfaction lingered in the depths of her eyes.

  “Yeah, that’s it, stud.”

  He traced the curve of her cheek with a finger, more content than he’d ever felt in his life.

  Finally, she was his.

  Chapter Five

  “Are you hungry, little girl?”

  Randa groaned and forced her eyes open when Johnny’s husky voice sounded into her ear. She lay facedown in the middle of her rumpled bed, her legs sprawled in a very unladylike manner and her arm dangled over the edge.

  “Mmphf.” She batted the pillow away from her face and squinted in the direction of the window. “It’s still dark outside,” she moaned. “Why are you waking me up?”

  “I know it’s s
till dark but we don’t want to waste the night.” He placed a smacking kiss on the back of her neck.

  “Why not?” She shivered when his teeth grazed her shoulder. “Sleeping sounds good to me.”

  “It does sound good, however, we’re together…” He nibbled a path of heat down her back. “We’re naked…” He licked the tender area at the base of her spine. “I’m hot for you…” He cupped one of her butt cheeks and gave it a firm squeeze that made her squirm. “I’ve been hot for you since the moment we met and I’m making up for lost time.”

  Randa bunched her pillow under her chin, a silly smile on her face. Pleasure expanded in her chest and she thought her heart would burst with the breadth of it. “Uh huh.”

  “So, are you going to roll over and play with me?”

  “Mmm…”

  He rose to stand by the bed and the muted light from the living room poured across his powerful body. The image stunned her into silence. He was a vision of magnificent male beauty with his cock erect and his body a symphony of toned muscle and sinew. He gave her a wicked grin.

  “Cat got your tongue?” He moved to stretch over her and his cock nestled against her buttocks. His broad chest was hot and hard against her back when he braced his elbows near her head and nuzzled her ear. “It’s much more fun when there are two to play.”

  She wiggled her buttocks, enjoying the feel of his hard cock pressed against her. “Hmm, I think I might be able to rouse myself—”

  “If you don’t, maybe a spanking will be in order…” he teased in a singsong voice.

  “You wouldn’t dare—ack!”

  His hand came down in a gentle swat on her buttock and her head came up. “Why you—” He entered her with a slow thrust to elicit a moan. Her nails scratched the sheets as he settled into a rocking rhythm. It was heady, being possessed by this man from behind, but it wasn’t nearly enough for her. She wanted to touch him, taste him, and that was impossible in this position.

  When he withdrew, she moved, pushing away from the bed, but with his big body covering hers, he didn’t leave much room to maneuver. She twisted and when she made it onto her back he lowered his big body over hers.

  “Bully,” she muttered just seconds before his lips claimed hers.

  She melted when their mouths touched and his hair prickled her palms when she cupped the back of his head. He moved a hand to her breast and she loved the way he touched her with firm strokes and gentle tugs on her nipple.

  He nuzzled the sensitive skin on her throat then moved to her collarbone before claiming her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth for a quick tease before he continued his lazy journey over the terrain of her belly, nibbling at her belly button, then kissing and stroking her splayed thighs until she squirmed with need. Her nails dug into the sheets as he kissed his way up her legs and she was close to sobbing when he finally touched her, pressing his finger into her dampened cleft.

  “Randa.” His voice was husky with need. “I want to see you come again.”

  “Please, touch me.”

  He moved over her and braced his arm near her head as he slid his finger into her damp flesh. She thrust her hips toward him and he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. He suckled deeply even as his finger began sliding in and out.

  “Open further for me, babe,” he whispered.

  Too caught up in their play to worry about anything beyond the sensations he aroused in her, she spread her thighs, allowing him better access. His mouth resumed its teasing while he added a second finger to the first and his calloused thumb centered over her clitoris.

  At his first touch, she screamed and her hips arched off the bed. He stayed with her movements and the pressure increased. Her eyes slid closed and her hand covered his, whether to keep him in place or to give her something to hang onto, she wasn’t sure. He continued with his slow, sensual movements and heat rolled over her skin as she spun out of control. A release so powerful washed over her that she shook and sobbed with the force of it.

  When she was able to open her eyes, she realized Johnny was sitting back on his heels between her splayed thighs. His dark eyes were fixed on her face and his cock thrust proudly from a thicket of dark hair. He raised his hand, the one that had brought her to release, and licked his fingers.

  “I love your taste.” His eyes were dark, heated.

  He lowered his hand to her mound and gave her a gentle stroke. Her body, still painfully sensitive from her release, stirred. He’d delayed his own release for her again and her gaze strayed to his engorged cock.

  He scooted back to lie on his belly before lowering his head. “You’re so wet for me.” His breath was hot against her ultra-sensitive flesh.

  She moaned and her head dropped to the pillows when he parted her with his fingers again. His tongue touched her clitoris and her hips made to follow his movements as if to drag every bit of sensation from his touch. Her back bowed and she pressed closer as he lapped her flesh and her breath escaped in a rush.

  His mouth was hot and his tongue incredibly soft and he sucked her into a vortex of sensation. With each stroke, her desire spiraled until she wasn’t sure she could stand another moment. A gentle brush of his teeth against her aroused flesh threw her over the edge and her body drew in on itself before it melted against the relentless wave of release.

  Drowsy, her body hummed with satisfaction. Johnny kissed a path of heat up her belly as he murmured soft, reassuring words. She heard the sound of something tearing then the distinctive snap of latex. His hands were strong on her thighs and with a low moan he sank into her. She struggled to open her eyes when he covered her body with his.

  “Hey, babe.” His lips brushed her brow and she smiled.

  “Hey.” She drew up her thighs to cradle his hips.

  He withdrew slowly before pressing in again. She felt filled, stretched, and the friction against her already aroused vulva was incredible.

  She sighed and ran her hands down his back before positioning her legs higher, tighter to his hips. He groaned as he sank even deeper with this new position. Their gazes met and he moved slowly over her. His skin was flushed and his eyes glittered with heat and something else she couldn’t put a name to.

  “Wow,” she sighed, amazed her body could still want him after their hours of sensual excess.

  “I second that.” He kissed her mouth and she felt him smile against her lips.

  She hitched her knees higher and he drove into her just a tiny bit harder. They were as intimate as two humans could be and she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began. Their gazes met and held as he continued his gentle assault on her body and senses. He brushed her sweat-dampened hair from her forehead, his expression so tender she wanted to weep.

  She lifted her hips to meet his and his breath hissed through his teeth at the change in angle.

  “Perfect, babe.” He cupped her buttocks and lifted her rear end ever so slightly. Lines formed on his forehead and he increased the tempo of his thrusts.

  Her hands locked around his wrists as the familiar pressure built. She came with a sigh, this orgasm not nearly as intense as the others though it was deeper and more drawn out.

  No sooner did she relax than he released his grip on her hips. With his body low and tight over hers, he began pounding into her. She clutched his shoulders, enjoying the play of muscles beneath her hands. With a guttural roar that started low in his chest, he took his release.

  “Randa,” he groaned and he shuddered and collapsed over her.

  She kissed his shoulder and continued stroking him until he finally rolled to his side. After dealing with the condom, he stretched out beside her. He wrapped an arm around her until she was cuddled against his side, content.

  A few minutes later, when she was sure he was sound asleep, she shifted away so she could look at him. He was so handsome and just looking at his sleeping face was enough to melt her heart. She was in deep and, no matter what happened tomorrow, she would never let herself regr
et the magic of tonight.

  * * * * *

  After thirty-six hours of uninterrupted sexual excess, John was feeling rumpled and completely relaxed. Beside him, Randa slept like the dead and his gaze moved over her exposed curves.

  The thing that amazed him was every time he looked at her, he wanted her again. During their time together, she hadn’t bothered with makeup and they’d showered together several times and he’d taken every available opportunity to explore each delectable inch of her body. And each time they came together, it was like the first time all over again.

  He’d always been a highly sexed man but he’d astounded himself with her. It was almost noon and he had to be at work in three hours and he still couldn’t look at her without wanting to take her beneath him. It only took a certain smile or a particular glint in her eyes and he’d be panting after her as if they’d never touched.

  Late last night, they’d roused themselves long enough to attempt to strip the bed only to end up sprawled in a boneless heap in the midst of tangled sheets after he’d taken her like a randy senior with his cheerleader girlfriend.

  Early this morning, she’d snuck from bed to get something to eat. He’d heard her rattling around the kitchen when he’d come upon her, bent over to retrieve something from under the sink. Within minutes, he’d taken her from behind, bent over the kitchen table until her screams of pleasure echoed off the high ceiling. His mouth watered as he thought of her lush curves and plump buttocks cushioning his ride, with each thrust deeper, wilder and more erotic as they’d climbed the peak together.

  Each instance had been sweeter, hotter and more potent than the time before. For the first time in his life, he understood that he’d never been in love before. With Randa, this was what it was like to make love to someone on an emotional level.

  It was…magical.

  He scooted closer to where she lay sprawled in bed. He brushed his hand across her shoulder and she mumbled something into her pillow before turning her face toward him.

  “What did you say?” He traced the arch of her brow with one finger.