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

by J. C. Wilder

  You do just by breathing…

  What did turn her on? Her brow furrowed. Touching, all kinds of touching turned her on. The feel of a workingman’s hands against her breasts, the swipe of a soft, damp tongue, the way a man would place his hand on her lower back as she preceded him into a room—

  “Did I just lose you, babe?”

  Randa started and looked up at him. “No, I was thinking.”

  “About me? About us?”

  “Sort of.” She caught his thumb with hers. “Tell me one of your fantasies.”

  He smiled and her insides turned to jelly. “You. You’re my fantasy.” He dipped his head and nuzzled her ear. “You turn me on just by being here.”

  Liquid heat moved under her skin as his tongue teased her earlobe.

  “I’m serious—” Her voice was faint, breathless.

  “So am I. Everything about you turns me on, babe. Your laugh, your smile, the way your eyes light up when something strikes you as being funny. Those uniforms you wear make me so hot I can’t look at you without wanting you.”

  She laughed, a deep belly laugh of amusement. “They make me hot too. They’re polyester and I can’t breathe in them.”

  “It isn’t the uniform, it’s those buttons.” He kissed the edge of her jaw and she shivered and tipped her head to allow him better access. “I have dreams about you in my bed in one of those uniforms. I’d lay you down and open your buttons, one by one. As each delectable inch of your body is revealed, I’d kiss it, suck it, taste it until you screamed for me to stop.”

  Randa moaned at the onslaught of powerful images his words evoked. He moved the slim strap of her dress off her shoulder and kissed the curve of her throat. His mouth was hot and wet against her skin and she shivered.

  “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, shaken by his words, his touch.

  He chuckled against her aroused flesh. “One of the many things I appreciate about you is your ability to just say what’s on your mind. What’s stopping you now, babe?”

  She blinked. He was right. She’d never shied away from a challenge in her life. Why was she doing so now? She had the man of her dreams kissing her throat and what was she doing? Nothing.

  Was she a woman or a mouse?

  A woman, definitely.

  “You know what?” She grabbed the front of his T-shirt and pulled him toward her. “I want a kiss.”

  Amusement and arousal gleamed in the heated depths of his eyes. “Your wish is my command.”

  Their mouths touched and the stars swirled overhead. She closed her eyes and parted her lips at the insistent caress of his tongue. And the moment she tasted him, she knew they’d take the irrevocable step of making love. He kissed her like a man on a mission and she couldn’t resist. He licked his way inside, tasting, exploring and the kiss spiraled out of control within seconds.

  He leaned into her and she curled her hand around his neck, the short hairs prickling her fingers as she guided him closer. His hand landed on her hip before he moved it to her breast. His broad chest pressed into her and she relished the heat and strength of him. He made a hungry sound deep in his throat when she caught his tongue and gave it a gentle suck.

  Against her thigh, she could feel his arousal and heat washed through her body. And when he palmed the lush globe of her breast, they both made a sound of pleasure. His touch was strong, firm, and he caressed her breast before zeroing in on her nipple, teasing her into ripe awareness.

  He shifted to slide his thigh between hers and she welcomed his weight against her sensitive flesh. She moaned when he released her breast and cupped her buttock instead. Lifting her leg higher, he pressed into her and she moaned again when his hips moved in an imitation of the sexual act. He felt so good against her, tasted good, too. And he was so sure of himself, confident when he touched her.

  The rough material of his jeans felt alien against her inner thigh and she rubbed against him like a cat, unable to get close enough yet unable to stop her movements.

  “God,” he whispered against her lips. “You’re so hot.”

  Pleasure cascaded down her spine when he nuzzled her jaw and she tilted her head. Shivers danced along her skin as he gave her throat a small lick.

  “I’ve fantasized about this, you know.” He nipped her collarbone.

  She shifted her hips against him, wanting more of the delicious friction his movements were creating. She moved her hands to his waist. “Oh yeah?” She pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants.

  “Oh yeah, and this.” He moved lower to nuzzle the valley of her breasts exposed by the sagging neckline of her dress.

  “How much have you fantasized about me?” She moaned when he nipped the upper globe. Her breasts had always been extremely sensitive and the sensations his touch aroused were nothing short of miraculous.

  “Enough to know exactly what I want to do with your breasts.” He unbuttoned the bodice of her dress allowing it to part.

  She fought the urge to cover the large lacy cups of her minimizing bra. But her anxiety turned to white-hot heat when he lowered his head and suckled her nipple through the soft lace. She cupped his head as he teethed her beaded point, sending tendrils of heat down her spine and a rush of moisture between her thighs.

  “Johnny,” she moaned when his hand slid up her thigh toward her panties.

  She was so hot, it wouldn’t take much to give her the orgasm she so craved.

  The sharp crack of a stick brought her back to awareness. Johnny’s head came up as a voice boomed out overhead, “Okay, break it up.”

  Chapter Four

  Seconds before he was blinded by the beam of a powerful flashlight, John groaned when he recognized Officer Sheldon Ray’s nasal tones. Shel was fresh out of his probationary period with the department and he was also one of the worst gossips. News of finding John and Randa necking in the back of his truck would be all over town by morning.

  John grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her behind him in an attempt to spare her embarrassment as well as allow her time to put her dress back in order. Maybe he could get them out of this situation without Shel seeing her face.

  “Hey, Shel.” He held his hand over his eyes. “Can you put the light away?”

  “Oh, hey, John.” The flashlight was lowered. “I didn’t know it was you. Is this your new truck?” He swept the light over the truck.

  “I bought it a few months ago so I guess you could say that.” Behind him, Randa was struggling to button her dress and she poked him hard in the back with her elbow. “Can I help you with something, Shel?”

  “Oh, yeah. We received a call from a concerned neighbor who saw your headlights. She thought some kids were up here parking.” He gave John a toothy grin. “You aren’t kids though. Who ya got back there?”

  Before John could open his mouth, Sheldon moved around the side of the truck and caught Randa in the unrelenting beam of his flashlight.

  “Well, hey there, Miranda. How are you this evening?”

  “Great until you showed up,” she mumbled. She scrambled down the truck bed and slid off the tailgate. “How’s your momma doing?” Her cheeks were rosy and she ran a hand over her skirt in a gesture that betrayed her nervousness.

  John did groan as Shel launched into a litany of his mother’s latest illnesses. Mrs. Ray was the town hypochondriac and she had a new disease every week. Giving the lowdown on her current conditions could take hours.

  Irritated, he climbed out of the truck and slammed the gate shut. He’d just been busted by a wet-behind-the-ears police officer. He had a raging hard-on that threatened to break his zipper and his woman’s dress wasn’t buttoned properly. Thanks to her lopsided bodice, young Sheldon was getting an eyeful of flesh that John himself had barely begun to explore.

  Not much else could go wrong.

  “I’m so glad to hear your momma is doing better,” Randa was saying. “I just heard your sister was accepted to Ohio State—”

  The sound of
a powerful engine shattered the night and interrupted her words. Another cruiser pulled into the clearing and headed for them. John saw the word SUPERVISOR on the front quarter panel and his hand clenched as he braced himself. “We need to go.”

  She waved in the direction of the cruiser. “Shouldn’t we—?”

  “No, we shouldn’t.”

  He hustled her into the truck and slammed the door as Corporal Rudman exited the cruiser. Known as “Corporal Rude” to the officers unlucky enough to work his shift, the man was a fine officer, though he lacked any form of tact or skill in the political correctness department. He loved nothing more than making sexist jokes and poking fun at the female officers. John had no doubt it would cost him his job someday.

  “Officer Stevens, what are you doing here at this time of night?” The corporal moved toward them, hitching his gun belt as he walked.

  “Just enjoying the stars.” John moved around to the driver’s side door.

  “Who ya got in there with you? Is that Yolanda?” he craned his neck to peer into the darkness of the truck cab.

  “No sir, just a friend.”

  “I can’t see her very well—”

  “It’s Miranda White from the diner, sir.” Sheldon piped in and John made a mental note to fill his locker with whipped cream at the next opportunity.

  “Is that so?” The corporal leaned to the side and gave her a one-handed wave. “Hey there, Randa.”

  “Good evening, Corporal.” Her voice sounded faint.

  “We’re going to be leaving now.” John opened the door and scrambled in, thankful he’d disabled the interior light the moment he’d bought the truck. Once a cop, always a cop. “Thanks for checking on us.”

  He started the engine and gave a quick wave. As he pulled away, he glanced in the rearview mirror to see Shel and Corporal Rude staring at his truck. Shel was grinning from ear to ear and the corporal had a speculative look on his face.

  Bracing himself for the explosion that was sure to come, he was surprised to hear a strangled noise come from the passenger seat. He shot a glance over at Randa.

  She looked as if she’d been thoroughly debauched. Her hair was rumpled and her dress wasn’t buttoned properly, showing an indecent amount of white lace through the opening. Her hands were over her face and her shoulders were shaking.

  Oh, no, please don’t let her be crying…

  “Randa—”

  A wild giggle escaped her before she groaned, then dropped her hands. “So much for secrecy,” she gasped.

  A grin tugged at his mouth. “You aren’t mad?”

  “Embarrassed maybe, mad no.”

  She scooted across the seat to lean against him. The soft curve of her breast pressed to his arm caused him to jiggle the wheel. “You?”

  He shook his head. “How can I be mad?” He put his arm around her and pulled her into his side. “I ended up with the girl.”

  “Oh yeah?” She stretched to nuzzle his ear with her hot tongue and his eyes crossed as heat rolled across his skin. “Do you think you’re going to get lucky tonight, big boy?” she breathed.

  His cock lunged against the zip of his jeans and his breathing grew ragged as she teased his earlobe with her teeth.

  “I sure as hell hope so,” he growled. He wrenched the wheel when they reached the bottom of the hill and they pulled onto the paved street with a squeal of tires.

  They made the trip back to her place in record time. After pulling into her drive, he threw the truck into park and had barely turned off the ignition when Randa leapt from the truck and raced for the front door. Remembering to grab his fanny pack, he slammed the door and followed.

  Cutting through the yard, he caught her on the porch. Grabbing her, he hauled her close for a quick, demanding kiss. Her mouth was hot and needy beneath his and his blood heated at the first touch of her tongue.

  Getting the front door open was no mean feat with her inquisitive little hands all over him at once. She pulled off his shirt and tossed it behind her to land somewhere near the front step. Her mouth was open and hot on his throat and her fingers glided over his abdomen, heading right for Old Glory.

  The front door hit the wall with a slam and they tumbled through the opening. He kicked the door shut and tossed his pack behind a chair before backing her against the arm of the couch. She tumbled backward and he followed, covering her body with his.

  John felt like a ravaging caveman, all heat and greed with little finesse as his hands roamed her body, but she didn’t seem to mind.

  She moved and wiggled, slowly scooting up the couch until their limbs were tangled and his thigh was pressed intimately against the apex between her legs. Her fingers were clamped to his neck as he devoured her sweet mouth. His hands sought the front of her dress but the buttons were too small for him to manage with any speed. Frustrated, he grabbed her bodice and yanked and the buttons gave way to bare the sweet flesh beneath.

  She moaned and strained beneath him, her back arched and her hips moved in a restless manner that rapidly frayed what little control he had left. She still wore too many clothes for his liking and he was going to do all he could to rectify that situation.

  One-handed, he opened the front of her bra and her magnificent breasts spilled forth. He broke the kiss and leaned back to survey what he’d uncovered. Thankful he hadn’t bothered to turn off the lights when they left, he was awarded with a perfect view of her pink flesh. Her breasts were full and her nipples were rosy and tightly puckered as if begging for his mouth.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  She grinned and sat up just enough to give him a smacking kiss on the chin. “Not nearly as beautiful as you are.” Her roaming fingers settled over his flat male nipples and his breath hissed between his teeth when she scraped her nails across them.

  He shot a pointed glace at her breasts. “Somehow I doubt that.”

  Her chest heaved with her accelerated breathing and her legs moved restlessly against his. He caught her chin and positioned her so he could devour her mouth once more. Their tongues tangled and teased as their bodies moved with a driving heat that destroyed all reason.

  Knowing he was on the edge and had to either slow down or shame himself like a randy schoolboy, he broke the kiss to indulge in a sensual exploration of her body.

  He kissed his way down her abdomen, taking time to savor her breasts and tease her nipples. He caught one tip and gave it a gentle pinch and tug. She moaned, her hips bucking against his thigh as her fingers clutched his head closer. He rolled her hardened flesh before dipping his head to tease her with his tongue.

  “Do you like this?” he murmured against her breast before swirling his tongue against the peak.

  Her eyes were closed and her breath came in shaky little pants. Her tongue snaked out to dampen her lips and she gave a shaky nod.

  He sucked deep and wrenched a moan from her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he suckled her hardened peak before releasing her to continue on his journey.

  He blazed a trail of wet kisses down her stomach. He’d only torn open the bodice of her dress to the waist and her skirt impeded his progress. He slid his fingers along the inside of her bare thigh, shifting her skirt until he reached her pale yellow panties. She moaned and made to close her thighs. He pressed his palm against her mound and found the material damp to his touch.

  Her eyes flew open and she raised her head, a question lurking in the depths of her eyes. Through her panties, he pressed and her mouth rounded.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered as his fingers continued their exploration to zero in on her clitoris. He rubbed her hardened bud through the thin material.

  “Oh my God,” she hissed. Her head dropped to the arm of the couch as her hips rolled toward him. He lowered his head and inhaled her musky fragrance.

  “Is this good for you, Randa?” He stroked and teased her dampened flesh and she gasped for air.

  “Yes, please, yes.”

  He increased the str
oking pressure and her lips parted and she sank her teeth into her lower lip as she peaked.

  “That’s it, babe. Let it go,” he whispered. Soft moans came from deep in her throat and he continued touching her, soothing her until her tremors subsided.

  Afterward she stilled, her body warm, relaxed and completely open to him. When she released one last sigh, he gently rolled her onto her side until they were cuddled on the couch.

  His cock ached with unfulfilled desire but he felt an exhilarating sense of satisfaction at the intensity of her release. Nothing pleased him more than watching a woman come apart beneath his hands.

  “Wow.” Her lashes fluttered and she gave a self-conscious smile. “So that’s what all the fuss is about.”

  He smoothed his hands up and down her back while he grinned like a fool. Her naked breasts were pressed into his chest and he wanted her beneath him so badly his teeth hurt with anticipation.

  “But there’s so much more to explore.” He cupped a handful of her buttocks and gave a possessive squeeze. Her eyes widened and she offered a sleepy, sexy smile.

  “You’re right about that.” Her hands drifted over his chest, then with a wicked grin, she pushed him backward. John felt the world tilt and he rolled off the edge of the couch and she followed to land on him.

  “We’re going to be so good together,” she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek.

  His hands skimmed her generous bottom. “You’ve got that right, babe.”

  She sat up. Her legs bracketed his waist and the damp apex of her thighs pressed into his hardened flesh. His blood heated at the sight of her teasing smile. Her fingers trailed down her abdomen until they reached her dress. She worked on the few remaining buttons and, inch by inch, her body was revealed. She slid the garment off her shoulders and tossed it onto the couch before removing her opened bra.