Chapter 18

I’d do anything with you, anywhere. Except fellatio in a police station. That’s probably frowned upon.

-Text from Sway to Hancock

Hancock

“I’ll talk to you in the morning,” I mumbled, running my hand through my hair as I made my way down the hallway.

I stepped over Ruby’s prone body, who didn’t even bother pretending like she wanted to move.

That was my dog, though.

Such an asshole.

Leslie’s words swirled in my brain.

Mole. Set up. Captured. Torture.

Those four words stood out. Those four words put a lot of extra stress on my plate, and I didn’t know what to do with the offer Leslie had made me before I’d left him.

You want to help? I have a way for you to help.

The door to my bedroom was slightly cracked, and I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t closed.

I didn’t want to wake Sway up. I knew she wanted to know what we’d discussed, but right now I needed to think about what we’d discussed before I said it all aloud. As long as I didn’t voice it, maybe it wasn’t as serious as Leslie made it sound.

Which was stupid.

It was serious. Very serious.

Leslie wouldn’t have told me if he didn’t think that Hannibal was already gone.

Taken. Held hostage somewhere in a small town in Iraq. Another team is there getting him. I just don’t know what kind of shape we’re going to find him in once we’re finished collecting evidence to do this the correct way. The kidnappers’ specialty has been all over the news lately. If we’re lucky, they won’t decapitate him on national television like they have the last three captives.

I closed the door a little hard, and my eyes went to the bed where Sway stirred.

She was wearing one of my t-shirts. A bright blue Nike one that I’d gotten when I was playing college ball. It was very comfortable. One of those t-shirts that you slipped on after a long, hot day in the sun.

One that you knew wouldn’t chafe your sun-burned skin.

Smiling now, instead of feeling the need to cry like a little boy, I moved on silent feet toward the bathroom.

I’d just flipped the switch nearest the shower on, giving me just enough light to do my business, when I heard it.

She mumbled something in her sleep, and I moved toward her.

“Love you,” she whispered again, so softly that I wasn’t sure if I’d heard her correctly.

“What, baby?” I asked quietly into the darkness.

If she wasn’t awake, I didn’t want to wake her.

But those words I’d thought I heard were life savers.

They sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I wanted to hear her say them again.

“Love you, Hancock,” she repeated, just as softly as before.

She wasn’t awake.

She sounded drugged out. Her speech was slurred, and her breathing was even and deep.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back.

She smiled making my heart warm.

Then she rolled over on the bed, closer to my side now than hers, and shifted.

Her leg went up and out, taking the blanket with her.

Her arms flailed, one going high above her head causing the t-shirt she was wearing to hike up, and the other went to her chest, her hand resting just underneath her breasts.

Her braless breasts.

I licked my lips, my mind focused solely on Sway now, and started walking toward her.

When I was close enough, I leaned over, planting my fists in the bed on either side of her chest.

She didn’t stir, her eyes closed tightly, and her breathing still deep and steady.

I studied her face with what little light the one I’d left on in the bathroom afforded me.

Her lashes lay across her upper cheeks, and her mouth was set in the cutest pout I had ever seen on someone who wasn’t a child.

Her beautiful hair was fanned around her head, spread out like she’d tossed and turned a lot in the last hour.

And she was hot.

She had a light sheen of sweat on her forehead, which explained why she didn’t have any covers over her body like she usually did when she slept.

Normally, she was so wrapped up in the comforter that I didn’t have a hope or a prayer to get it away from her.

Over the last couple of days that I’d been staying with her, sleeping with her and holding her at night, I’d resorted to a single sheet that was usually over my legs along with the comforter.

But I couldn’t find it in me to complain.

In fact, I quite liked it.

My eyes traveled down her body, zeroing in on her naked lower half.

Why aren’t you wearing panties, pretty girl? I wondered silently.

Of its own volition, my hand moved to her exposed thigh and then slowly up.

Her thighs were so smooth and milky that my roughened, tanned hand looked out of place next to it, reminding me that I should go to sleep and leave her alone. We’d all had a really long day. One I wanted to forget if it was possible to do so.

But then she moaned in her sleep, her thighs moving once again, and I couldn’t stop myself.

The moment her legs spread wider, almost beckoning me to her in her sleep, I made the move.

My hand went from being a little naughty to extremely naughty in about half a second.

The moment my fingers touched her juicy core, I growled low in my throat.

Watching her face for any signs of waking, I rubbed the pad of my thumb over her drenched pussy lips, being sure to catch her clit with each broad stroke.

My cock was now straining in my sweat pants, and I said a silent prayer of thanks that I’d decided to change into something more comfortable the moment we’d walked in the door.

Because now that I was here, touching Sway’s pussy, I found that I quite liked the naughtiness of what I was doing.

If she’d been awake, she’d be participating.

Not that that would be a bad thing, but right then, I liked that I could do what I wanted to her without her reactions battering at my control.

“Mmm,” she moaned in her sleep, legs opening even wider.

A grin kicked at the corner of my lips as I crawled up between her thighs, my mouth only inches from the sweetest pussy in the world.

“Sway?” I voiced, the words whispering against the lips of her sex.

She didn’t answer, and I moved forward, my cock pressing into the bed, and gave her one single lick from clit to anus.

She shivered but still didn’t wake.

“You taste so good,” I told her, even though she wasn’t awake to hear the words.

I thought that she needed to hear them. Every single time, in case she forgets how much her body makes mine react.

When she still didn’t move or react, I wedged my shoulder against her leg to keep it open fully, and brought my fingers up to the entrance of her sex.

“So ready for me,” I murmured, my fingers encountering her wetness that was soaking me in her excitement.

My fingers slid in easily, and I didn’t stop until I had two digits buried deep, all the way up to the webbing.

That got a reaction out of her and she gasped.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before she woke.

There was no way in the world she could sleep through this.

Or at least I thought, anyway.

But as thirty seconds turned into two minutes, I realized that she must be a very sound sleeper.

I’d witnessed the phenomenon, but having my fingers buried deep in her pussy with my mouth on her clit wasn’t like me rolling over in bed and accidentally bumping into her.

“Fuck me,” I groaned when her cunt started to ripple in release.

She cried out and rolled, dislodging not only my mouth from her clit, but my fingers from her pussy.

I smiled and stood up, knowing she was awake now, but she did nothing but roll to her stomach and bury her face into my pillow.

Her hips didn’t even move. The entire time, she’d laid still, letting me do anything I wanted to do to her.

“Holy shit,” I groaned, lifting my fingers to my mouth and licking each one clean while I stepped out of my sweats and crawled up on the bed behind her.

The way she was laying, with one long, luscious leg extended and the other cocked up toward her chest, caused her ass to lift slightly into the air.

Which was perfect, because all I had to do was crawl in between her legs, line my cock up to her sopping pussy and slowly inch my way inside.

She felt like an inferno as I worked my dick inside her, not stopping until my balls were pressed against her clit, and my pubic hair was tickling her ass.

I moved my hand up underneath the shirt, which had ridden up to her chest, and circled one blunt finger around her nipple.

She hissed and tried to move, but the only thing she was able to do was push back on my cock, which shoved me impossibly deeper inside of her, pulling the breath from my chest.

My free hand went to her hip to steady both of us, while my other fingers continued to play with her nipple.

It wasn’t long before it was a diamond hard peak, and I longed to pull the tight bud into my mouth while I fucked her hard and fast.

But in order not to wake her up, I moved my hips slowly, gliding in and out of her, oh so gently.

It felt divine.

I’d never felt anything like it in all my years of sexual experience.

But then again, nothing I’d experienced with Sway—sexual or nonsexual—was like any of my other relationships.

She felt hotter around my cock—which was likely due to the fact that I’d never taken another woman bare before. Her pussy was tighter. Her reactions to my mouth, fingers and cock were more intense.

Sway was perfect. Everything I did to her she liked, and everything she did to me I adored.

All of my feelings for her were frightening.

If she ever left me, she’d fucking break me, and I had a feeling that she knew it.

She moved again underneath me, and I froze in my ministrations to see what she wanted to do.

And what she did had me seeing stars.

She moved until her ass was high in the air, and my cock hit bottom inside of her.

The moment the tip of my cock hit the entrance to her womb, she woke.

I could tell in the way she tensed, and then started to force her ass back into the saddle of my hips, that she was enjoying what I was doing to her, too.

“Please,” she breathed, her voice husky and raw, heavy with sleep.

Smiling wickedly, I gave her exactly what I wanted.

Moving both hands to her hips, I started to pull her back onto me while I snapped my hips forward.

Her ass jiggled each time I thrust, and her head was thrashing within a couple of seconds.

“I like when you’re sleeping,” I told her gruffly. “You’re so soft and willing, letting me do whatever the fuck I want to do to this pretty, delectable body of yours.”

Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and I moved faster.

Our skin was slapping loudly in the quiet room, and my balls swung up to tap her clit each time I thrust forward.

“God, yes,” she mewled. “Fuck me harder.”

I fucked her harder. So hard that I winced at the sting as our flesh met.

That didn’t stop me, though. Didn’t even slow me down.

Her hands went up to the headboard to hold her steady so I didn’t fuck her into the wall, and I continued to thrust like I would die if I didn’t get us both where we needed to be.

A place she hit first, with me following closely at her heels.

I didn’t know why today was different.

Didn’t know why it felt so good. Didn’t know why I’d even taken her in the first place while she was sleeping.

But I loved it. Loved every single second of it.

The moment her pussy started to clamp down on my cock, I let go. Poured everything I had in me to give inside of her tight welcoming hole.

Her body collapsed and I followed her down, my hips still jerking involuntarily as I went.

“This was the best wake-up call I’ve ever received,” she panted, turning her face so she could breathe without being smothered by the pillows surrounding her head.

I chuckled. “Happy to be of service any time I feel like it.”

She snorted and turned just a little more, placing a chaste kiss against my bearded cheek.

Then her nose curled slightly.

“Your beard smells like my vagina,” she mentioned casually.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I murmured, letting my lips trail over her cheek.

“We need to go shower.”

“I don’t want to go shower. I want to lay here, inside of you, for the rest of my life.”

“That’ll get kind of awkward when your parents want to see you,” she mentioned.

A smile curved the sides of my lips up.

“Yeah, I could see how that could be awkward,” I agreed. “But for now, just tonight, I want to lay like this.”

I curled her in tighter to me, and then buried my face into the side of her neck.

“There’s a line.” She pulled away from me. “That I’m not willing to cross.”

“What line is that,” I moaned when my cock slipped free of her, allowing it to fall heavily against one thigh with a wet slap.

“A line where you sleep with dried vaginal juices on your face all night,” she laughed, picking up a pillow that fell to the floor at some point during our lovemaking.

“What if I wanted to save it for later?” I followed her up, heading behind her into the bathroom.

“You don’t need to save anything for later,” she tossed over her shoulder. “All you need to do is ask, and I’ll gladly give you more.”

My eyes lit with excitement.

“Yeah?” I teased.

She bent over to turn the water on in the shower, and I licked my lips as I got another glimpse of her pussy, only this time that pussy had my come running out of it.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “Ready and willing whenever you are.”

I followed her into the shower, and winced as the hot water hit my skin.

“What is it with you and your hot showers?” I asked mildly, stepping back so it hit my legs first and not my face.

“What’s the point of a shower if it’s not hot?” she asked.

“There’s hot…” I winced as I moved forward so more of my legs were under the direct flow, and continued. “And then there’s ‘melting my goddamn face off’ hot.”

She snickered.

“Don’t be a pansy.”

In order not to be seen as a pansy in Sway’s eyes, I gritted my teeth and stepped forward until I was crowded around her body, the piping hot spray that was about fifty degrees too hot, sprayed down on my back and shoulders, running down my body, and likely peeling my skin off with it as it went.

“It feels good once you get used to it,” she pointed out.

I dropped my eyes to hers, and grinned.

“As long as you’re with me, baby, I can handle just about anything.”