Joke's on You (SWAT Generation 2.0 Book 6)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  He disappeared into the bathroom, and I continued to read, devouring the pages as fast as my eyes could manage.

  It was when he was coming out that the scene finally concluded.

  “Is that the book that my sister wanted you to read?” he wondered.

  I licked my lips. “One of them, yes. Ummm, it’s a whole lot hotter than I ever expected. I guess I was expecting something where the girl grows into herself. It’s somewhat like I expected, but I guess I just didn’t expect it to be this… hot.”

  He settled into the bed beside me, and I reluctantly bent over and plugged my phone into the charger.

  When I got up to go to the bathroom, I cupped myself through my panties and nearly moaned.

  If Booth did the things to me that the hero did to the heroine? I’d lose my mind—and not in a bad way.

  I was so focused on getting ready for bed, brushing my teeth, and braiding my hair to keep it somewhat tamed while I slept, that I didn’t realize that I’d left him alone in bed long enough for him to get bored. And curious.

  Long enough to scroll back through the entire damn sex scene that I’d just read—and secretly loved.

  I was walking out, rubbing my night-serum cream into my face, when I saw him leaning over my side of the bed.

  He had my phone in his hands, and his face was lit up with what he was reading on the screen.

  At first, I had no idea that what he was reading was the sex scene that I’d just finished. The very naughty, very exciting, likely never going to do because I was too big of a wuss to ever ask for it, sex scene.

  One day, I might break down and tell him my ultimate fantasies. Or maybe I would just start taking notes of pages and sharing the book with him, telling him that there was something I wanted him to read. Then immediately try on me.

  I climbed onto the bed with him and straddled his body.

  He moved until he was lying completely on his back, and I dropped the entire weight of my body onto him.

  And immediately felt how fucking hard he was.

  We’d just made love.

  And by just, I mean, he’d come in here after his shower, flipped me over, and fucked me until I’d screamed into his pillow.

  There was no way he should be this hard, only an hour or so after we’d done it.

  At least, I didn’t think so.

  It wasn’t until I realized that his hand was moving idly up and down my thigh, but his eyes were still on the screen, that I figured out what he was doing.

  He was reading my book!

  I gasped and tried to take the phone, but his SWAT skills bested me.

  He pushed me until I was falling onto my back, and then he was straddling my body with his.

  His legs clamped down almost effortlessly, pinning my arms to my side.

  And there I was, completely detained by the big man above me, panting.

  Had that just happened?

  I gave an experimental wiggle to see if I could get loose, but of course, I couldn’t.

  He’d never used his strength or skills against me before, and until right then, I hadn’t realized that I wanted him to.

  “Let me finish,” he ordered, his voice all raspy and rumbly as he squeezed his knees just a little bit tighter, pinning my hands to my torso even snugger.

  I gasped, my breasts practically spilling out of the tank top I was wearing—braless—and bit my lip as I watched him read.

  His cock and balls were resting on my stomach, and I glanced down at them, nearly moaning when I saw the front of his grey underwear slightly wet with drops of pre-cum.

  I squeezed my eyes shut for a few seconds, only then realizing that in his movements, he’d somehow caused his shaft to move down the length of his thigh.

  I couldn’t see his cock head, but I almost could.

  And that was working me up even more than seeing it.

  The darkness of the room, and the light of the lamp on my side blocked out by his big body, meant that even though the length of his cock was lifting up the underwear slightly, I couldn’t see it because of the shadows.

  I wiggled my hand.

  “Can I have my hand?” I asked as I patted his ass with it—which was the only thing that I could reach.

  He glanced down at me, then moved so that his thigh let up just enough that my hand could slip free.

  But only one hand.

  He would not give me two.

  I smoothed my hand up the length of his thigh, getting closer and closer to the seam of his underwear with each passing stroke.

  He swiped the screen with his finger, not taking his eyes off of the screen, and I moved, just a little bit farther, until I caught the tip of his cock with just the tip of my finger.

  He jolted, his eyes coming down to meet mine.

  Then he grinned and went back to reading.

  I moved my hand farther inside his underwear, slowly stroking the length of his cock.

  It wasn’t until he was placing the phone down gently on the side table that I realized my mistake.

  I’d let him finish the entire scene, then I’d shown him just how hot it made me by allowing him to read it completely without fighting—too much.

  All the while I’d stroked his cock in anticipation.

  When his eyes returned to me, he didn’t so much as speak.

  Dammit, why hadn’t I turned off my light before crawling into bed? Now I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and see the desire rising in his eyes.

  I bit my lip, loving the intensity in his gaze.

  I loved even more that each time that I stroked his cock, his nostrils would flare.

  Then he moved off of me completely, and then off of the bed.

  I watched, mouth slightly parted, as he dropped his underwear.

  My mouth went dry at seeing his cock, so hard that it didn’t droop in the least, jutting out in front of him.

  His eyes were so focused on me that it made me squirm.

  “Take off your panties,” he ordered.

  I did, not wasting any time.

  When I went to take off my tank, he shook his head. “Not that. I like watching your tits fall free of it when I fuck you.”

  Something that had happened earlier when he’d taken me.

  He’d had me from behind, and in our exuberance, my breasts had slipped free of my tank.

  When he’d flipped me over, it was to find one nipple peeking out the side, and the other breast practically hanging out the top.

  I left the shirt alone and watched avidly as he moved to the side table.

  He came back with some lube, and my breathing went frantic.

  Oh, God.

  We were going to do this.

  “Have you ever done that before?” I asked breathlessly.

  He tossed the bottle of lube on the bed beside my shoulder, then shook his head slowly.

  “No,” he admitted. “But I’ve watched it done on porn. Read that scene. And thought about it and you quite frequently.” He paused. “I just didn’t know if you were interested in that kind of thing. We’re new, and I didn’t want to go showing my sexual deviancies quite yet.”

  That kind of thing being anal.

  Normally, I wasn’t into that.

  At least, that was, I wasn’t against reading about it.

  Anal excited me—the prospect of it anyway. But I wasn’t one to like pain with my sex—at least, I didn’t think I was.

  The idea of doing that with Booth, though?

  It had my heart pounding a frantic beat inside my chest, and it also had my pussy clenching on nothing but air.

  I was so wet that he could probably work himself completely inside of me right now without having to try like he usually did.

  And Jesus Christ, him standing there, hand on his cock as he slowly stroked it, waiting for my reaction to his words? That turned me on more than anything else could.

  “Roll over onto your hand
s and knees,” he ordered.

  I didn’t even hesitate. One second I was flat on my back, and the next I was on my belly, looking over my shoulder at him.

  I did as he said, moving into almost the identical position that he’d taken me in earlier, and went up onto my knees.

  I bit my lip when I felt the bed dip behind me.

  I was so excited that when his hand touched my thigh, I jumped.

  “Relax,” he ordered. “I’d never hurt you.”

  I was so far from relaxed that I was on a completely different spectrum.

  “Have you ever experimented?” he asked. “Touched yourself there?”

  I had.

  I’d even put a plug up there before when I’d masturbated.

  I’d been curious as to what it would feel like.

  And I’d never done it again because honestly, the orgasm had kind of blown me away.

  He chuckled when I shivered as his hands smoothed up the length of my back, pushing my tank top up with them as he went.

  The drag of the soft fabric against my skin had me breathing out roughly.

  Seconds after he moved the shirt out of his way, he was dropping kisses down the length of my spine.

  Then his tongue followed, making me practically melt into the bed.

  His hands moved to my ass and he gripped my cheeks, spreading them apart as he pressed more kisses down my spine.

  Then one hand moved, and a finger dragged along the crack of my ass, not quite touching my asshole, but skimming along the side of it.

  I was wet.

  Boy, was I wet.

  So wet, in fact, that at first I hadn’t quite realized it.

  Then he moved until his finger was swirling in the wetness along my entrance, and I got a little bit embarrassed.

  “So wet,” he growled. “Was this me from earlier? Or was it you reading the book? Thinking about me doing this to you?”

  Both.

  It was both.

  I hadn’t cleaned him all the way out of me.

  I couldn’t without taking a shower.

  I’d be dripping him for hours yet.

  Something in which I told him in the next moment.

  “But,” I replied after saying those exact words to him. “The idea of that? Of you doing it to me? It’s really exciting.”

  He chuckled darkly against my skin, momentarily making me question my actions.

  Was this a good idea?

  Because, just sayin’, but Booth wasn’t a small man.

  And that particular orifice had always been an ‘exit only’ kind of body part my entire life.

  But then his hands started moving again, his rough callused hands smoothing up and down the length of my thighs, over the expanse of my back, and as far up my belly as he could reach without practically leaning over me.

  God, I loved his hands.

  They were work-roughened hands. Not soft. Definitely not something that I would think that I would love when he touched me.

  I mean, his hands were almost to the point of needing attention—his calluses were plentiful and rough.

  I’d once suggested lotion to him, and he’d rolled his eyes in amusement.

  But right now? With his man hands running over the length of my body? It only excited me all the more.

  I squirmed and leaned backward, feeling the length of his cock kiss my entrance before he pulled away.

  But not for long.

  He came back moments later with his length pressed against the crack of my ass.

  Slowly he worked his considerable shaft up and down the length of me, coating himself in the wetness that was there only for him.

  I licked my lips and dropped down even lower, my head and shoulders pressing down into the mattress.

  He rumbled an excited sound and paused what he was doing between my legs.

  “I love when you get down into this position.” He cupped both globes of my ass. “I can see everything this way.”

  I imagined that he could.

  I was spread open wide for him, not hiding a single thing.

  He moved away a bit so that he could see better, and I immediately mourned the loss of his cock.

  I wanted him inside of me.

  Even worse, I wanted him to do the things that he’d promised.

  I was practically panting with anticipation.

  Eager and excited wouldn’t even begin to describe how I was feeling right then.

  One of his hands moved inward, his finger once again finding my wetness.

  But this time, he didn’t stop at just teasing the entrance, he slowly sank that digit inside of me until I could feel his knuckles brush my ass.

  “Everything that I ever wanted,” he muttered.

  I didn’t think that was meant for me.

  He was muttering to himself as he slowly pumped that finger back and forth, in and out, curling it and rubbing the front wall of my sex as he did, causing my toes to curl.

  He pulled his finger out, and at first I thought he was going to return with two fingers just like he normally did, but he changed up the game. Instead of going for my pussy, his juice-coated finger went to my ass.

  But he didn’t give me time to tense up by just teasing me.

  His finger went to that tight band of muscle, and he pushed it right on through, causing me to gasp and freeze.

  I hadn’t expected the move.

  Not at all.

  Which was likely why he was able to get it in so easily—there’d been no tensing up or refusing him entrance in any way.

  “Jesus,” I gasped, unsure whether I wanted to push back against him, or pull away.

  It was an utterly alien feeling, having his finger in my ass, and I wasn’t totally sure how I felt about it.

  He slowly pulled that finger out, until it was just inside the entrance, and then worked it back inside again, making me moan.

  Holy hell.

  I squirmed underneath of him, and he ran his free hand up and down the length of my ass, soothing me and exciting me all at once.

  “Can you take another?” he asked, drawing the knuckles of his free hand down the length of my bare sex.

  I licked my lips, jolting slightly when they brushed my clit, and cleared my throat.

  “Yes,” I said, knowing that I could.

  He pulled his hand away and reached for the bottle of lube that was resting on the bed next to my knees.

  I heard the cap pop, then felt a cool liquid running down the crack of my ass toward where his finger was filling me full.

  I bit my lip when he pulled his finger completely free to coat it in the liquid.

  That’s when I started to squirm.

  He was gearing up to put his cock in my ass… and Jesus, it shouldn’t feel that good, should it?

  I bit my lip when his finger once again made its way to my back entrance, slowly sliding around the rim and coating it liberally with the liquid that was on his finger.

  “The book said that you could never have enough lube,” he murmured. “How true do you think that is?”

  I couldn’t respond.

  I was too focused on what he was doing to my back hole to make my mouth work correctly or form any cohesive thoughts.

  I felt the drip of more liquid, and I moaned into the pillow.

  While my eyes were closed, and I was enjoying the feel of his fingers dancing around that rim of muscle, I hadn’t been paying attention to his cock.

  Because suddenly, I felt it at my entrance and cried out in shock at the sudden fullness.

  He’d lubed himself up.

  That was the only explanation for how he was able to slide in so easily.

  It never went that easily seeing as Booth was just that big.

  I licked my dry lips and peeled open my eyes, staring at the blue fabric that wrapped the pillow I was lying on.

  He pulled his cock out, only to push it right back inside, th
oroughly fucking me with smooth, even, hard thrusts.

  Then his finger was back, pushing into my ass as if he’d done it a hundred times before.

  I groaned at the slight burn that I felt this time.

  I wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact that his cock was also in my pussy, or if he’d used a bigger finger.

  I was too afraid to ask.

  If he’d used a bigger finger, that meant that the more he put in there, the worse it would feel.

  But that sudden edge of discomfort only lasted a small amount of time, then it was gone, and in its place was a sense of fullness. Of complete and utter weirdness.

  Oh, and greatness.

  There was that, too.

  He wasn’t even moving his cock now, and it was only when he said, “I can feel my fingers inside of you,” that I realized what he was doing.

  Feeling his cock—massaging it even—through the thin layer of tissue that separated my ass from my pussy.

  “Feel okay?” he asked curiously.

  His voice sounded strained, as if it was taking an insane amount of control to take things slow.

  “Yessss,” I hissed. “Oh, yes.”

  “Good?” He paused all motion inside of me.

  I moaned into the pillow, then pushed back against him in answer.

  Move or I’ll make you move, my body said.

  He pulled his finger out of me and I cried out, determined to get him back, but before I could complain verbally other than my cry of protest, he had his finger back, along with one more.

  I gasped, freezing in place, unsure about that sensation.

  It was overwhelming, and just when I thought it might be too much, he started to pull his cock out of me, only to sink it all the way back inside. My attention at the fullness wavered, momentarily focusing on how good it felt to have him so deep inside of me.

  He played this game for a while, filling me full, distracting me, only to stretch his fingers out.

  He started with two fingers, then moved to three, slowly accommodating my entrance to his stretching fingers, until suddenly I sensed a nervous sort of anticipation start to hum through him.

  He pulled out of me completely, once again coating himself in the lubrication that I would most definitely be buying more of.

  Then he lined his cock up with my back entrance and pushed slowly against it.

  I gasped and instinctively tightened my muscles, nervous and worried, but he started to laugh.