Swerve Chapter 15
I was sure I was dreaming. When I came to talk to Electra, I’d hoped we might kiss, and if it went well, maybe a bit more.
I never dared to dream we’d be naked and ready to have sex.
The kissing and foreplay on our upper bodies had driven me mad with desire.
I was throbbing and ready to be inside of her.
But before that, I had to be sure she didn’t find my appearance down below off-putting.
I groaned and closed my eyes as her hungry gaze resulted in her gripping the base of my cock and stroking me.
She’d studied my legs. She saw what she was getting.
“Swerve, you are incredible. I feel bad for your scars because they caused you so much suffering. Yes, your legs aren’t as buff as your upper body, but they’re hardly twigs. And this, God, your cock is beautiful. I want to taste you,” she confessed hoarsely.
I opened my eyes. Her fevered gaze was moving between my cock and my face.
“And I want that, but I need to taste your pussy. I want to be up close and see all of you. The best way to do that is old sixty-nine. Straddle me and put your pussy where I can reach it,” I ordered.
Electra’s smile made my heart speed up even more. She reluctantly let go of my cock, then sensuously crawled up the bed. I had my head propped up slightly on a pillow. When she swung herself around and lifted her leg over me, I got a close-up look at her ass and pussy.
Her cheeks were full and begged to be smacked. Her dark back-door entrance beckoned to me. I wondered if she ever played there or if anything touched her in that spot besides toys. The thought of having her let me do any of that to her made my cock jerk in approval.
Below, the lips of her pussy were parted.
The sight of her creaminess shining there made me moan.
Electra was completely bare, allowing me to have an unhindered view of her snatch.
Her labia was swollen, and as she brought herself fully to me, I saw her distended clit, and her enticing aroma hit my nostrils.
My mouth watered. Grabbing onto her hips, I brought her further toward me until I could stick out my tongue and slide it up her slit.
Her ragged cry and the way her body jerked told me she was primed and wanted what I was about to do.
Her response was to flick her tongue over the head of my cock.
I groaned. From there, it became a game of give and take.
Whatever one did to the other, the opposite person would copy.
We became frenzied with the licking, sucking, nibbling, finger pumping, and stroking.
I had to be careful not to come in her mouth.
It was so good. I wanted to be inside of her tight pussy when I erupted.
I didn’t know how long we had been pleasuring each other, but she had an orgasm, and I fought back one. Knowing my patience was at an end, I wiped my mouth on her inner thigh and then kissed both thighs.
“Electra, I can’t hold out any longer. I need you. Turn around here. I think the way to go is missionary with you on top since we’re already mostly in that position,” I told her.
She sighed and then let go of my cock, but she placed a kiss on the head.
“I hate to stop, but you’re right. I need more,” she replied as she swung herself around to face me.
I grabbed her behind the neck and brought her mouth to mine to give her a deep kiss.
I tasted myself on her tongue, and I knew she tasted and smelled herself on me.
She eagerly returned it. I was so caught up in kissing that it startled me when I felt the base of my cock gripped, then the wet heat of her pussy rubbed over the head.
I broke our kiss with my moan. Holding my gaze, Electra pressed down, taking me inside of her.
The tightness of her walls, the scalding heat mixed with her slickness, was nirvana.
I swore aloud as she sank lower. I fought not to grab her hips and yank her onto me.
I refused to hurt her. I was thick, and I had no idea how long she’d gone without sex.
The thought of her having it with anyone but me made me want to swear, but I shoved that nonsense away.
I wasn’t a virgin, so why should I expect her to be?
When she finally worked herself to the root of me, she paused.
“How does it feel? Are you alright?” I asked. I watched her face. Her expression wasn’t twisted in pain.
“How does it feel? Spectacular. God, Swerve, I can’t hold back. I need to move,” she whimpered.
“Then do it. Ride my cock, Electra,” I demanded.
It was as if I removed a restraint. Electra lifted herself, leaving just the head of me inside, then dropped back down hard.
She set out to make me insane. She began by riding me slowly, and then she sped up.
Her hips would circle at times, or her inner muscles would clench around me.
I wasn’t passive during this. I helped her come down on me.
Other times, my hands were teasing her tits or pressed into the bed, so I could use my arm strength to push up my hips, driving my cock into her.
A few times, I gathered her slickness and ran my finger up her ass crack.
I circled and rubbed across her asshole. She moaned but didn’t tell me to stop.
Emboldened by her response and so close to coming, which I didn’t want to do without her, I gathered more of her creaminess, then pressed the tip of my pinkie finger into her asshole.
Electra stiffened, threw back her head, and cried out.
It wasn’t in pain. Taking a chance, I worked it into her asshole.
Her pussy contracted harder around my cock.
Electra’s ride became frantic as she panted and chanted, “More, please, I’m so close.”
Thrusting faster with my finger, I whispered to her, “You’re a fucking dream, Electra. The feel of you on my cock and the thought of not only fucking this sweet hole but maybe that back one makes me want to howl. I’m ready. Come for me, luz de mi vida, light of my life,” I muttered.
Her answer was to tighten around me to the point of pain, throw back her head, and scream.
Her warm cum covered my cock as she rhythmically pulled my orgasm from me.
I planted my cock and called her name as I jerked repeatedly, giving her my cum.
It felt as if it was coming from my soul as I emptied into her.
By the time we were both done, she collapsed on top of me.
I didn’t mind a bit. I loved the weight of her on me and the sensation of her skin touching mine.
I lightly rubbed her back as she sighed and nuzzled close.
I wasn’t ready for this to end. Because I knew when it did, I’d still have a fight on my hands.
Electra Prescott would try to distance herself from me due to her job.
After tonight, there was no way I would allow it.
We were meant to be together. I didn’t care who I had to fight or what I had to do to accomplish making her mine forever.
She was a blind curve I never saw coming, but one that I would never regret taking.
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My cock had softened a while ago and slipped free of her, but I hadn’t wanted to let go, so she remained plastered on top of my body.
The way she clung to me told me she wasn’t ready to part, either.
However, that time was at an end, it seemed, because Electra slowly peeled herself off me and rolled to lie next to me. She avoided my eyes.
“Swerve—”
I cut her off before more came out. “I know what you’re about to say, Electra, and I’m stopping you.
There is zero regret for me. And if your regrets center around how this experience made you feel, or you didn’t enjoy it, that’s one thing.
I need to hear why. But if it’s you pulling away and saying it was a mistake due to your job or some other stupid reason, I don’t want to hear it. I refuse to accept it.”
Her head whipped to the side to look at me.
Her mouth was open in astonishment. “You can’t refuse to accept it.
And I don’t regret, nor did I dislike, a single thing we did.
It was incredible. However, it doesn’t negate the fact that I’m an FBI agent.
I was planted in your club’s business to spy on you.
I’m hunted. I refuse to bring my problems to you.
How would it work for us even if that threat wasn’t there?
You’re a biker, and I’m an agent. I know you’re not guilty of the things the tipster accused your club of being involved in, but I’m not na?ve enough to believe you haven’t done things that are against the law. ”
I remained silent, letting her get it all out before I countered with my arguments. When I didn’t say anything, Electra added more.
“Surely, you see that this can only be one night for us. No matter what each of us may want, it’s time to come back to reality.
I’ll be leaving in a matter of a day or two.
I have no idea how long I’ll have to be gone.
There’s a chance I’ll have to change my identity and disappear forever.
These people we’re dealing with are evil.
I don’t want you or this club to be in the crosshairs of them because of me.
It’s best if Rhodes and I leave in the morning. ”
This time, when she paused. I interjected.
“I know you were planted here and why. My club knows. But it’s not enough to change anything for me.
And I don’t see why it has to be a once-and-done unless you don’t want me.
I can assure you that I want you as often and for as long as I can, preferably for the rest of my life.