Vengeance (The Protectors 5)

Memphis wasn’t heavily built, but everything about him was obscenely perfect. From the broadness of his chest leading down to a lean waist, to the fine black chest hair that led in a trail past his navel and disappeared into his pants. He didn’t have the sculpted abs of a gym rat, but every muscle was still perfectly defined and there wasn’t an ounce of extra flesh on him. I couldn’t resist my need to touch him and my cock thickened as I ran my fingers over his warm flesh, testing each ridge and curve. I felt a little tug on my head and allowed Memphis to force my eyes up to his.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he leaned down and kissed me. It was a raw, dirty kiss that was meant to claim ownership and nothing more.

I fucking loved it.

By the time he released me, I was squirming on the bed in the hopes of finding some extra space in my pants for my throbbing dick. But instead of reaching for my belt, I went for his. My desire to explore disintegrated as I fumbled to get his pants open. While I managed the belt, I struggled with the button and when I finally managed to get it open and the zipper down, I was so impatient that I didn’t even bother to shove his pants down. I just reached into his underwear to grab his cock. Memphis groaned the second my palm encircled him, but I was too needy to slow down long enough to watch him enjoying what I was doing to him. The second I managed to free his thick, pulsing cock from his clothes, I closed my mouth around the tip and lapped up the pre-cum that was already bubbling up from the slit.

I had enough experience giving head to know I needed to take my time swallowing his length, so I used my hand to stroke his shaft as I sucked on the head and traced my tongue all around the ridge. I forced my jaw to relax as I took more of him in with every pass down his shaft. He was bigger than any of the men I’d done this to in the past, so my jaw was aching and tears were stinging my eyes when I finally deep-throated him and swallowed. His groan of pleasure made everything worth it and when he tried to pull back a little, presumably to let me catch my breath, I grabbed his ass with my hands and held him in place. I relaxed my jaw and throat as I pulled off of him long enough to grab some air and then I sucked him down again till my nose was buried in the wiry, neatly trimmed hair at his base. At some point Memphis fisted his hands in my hair, but he didn’t fuck my mouth the way he could have. It was heady to know he could take over at any time, but chose not to.

Because he liked what I was doing to him.

Somehow knowing that made me feel like maybe this encounter wouldn’t be the meaningless sex Memphis had hinted it would be. With that in mind, my need shifted from trying to show him I wasn’t some naïve kid fumbling his way through a sexual experience, to wanting to show him why whatever this thing between us was worth exploring further. I let Memphis’s dick slide from my mouth until just the tip was trapped between my lips, but instead of swallowing him down again, I used the flat of my tongue to lap at his slit and then I ran it along his length until I reached his balls. I was still sitting on the bed which made it hard to maneuver so I dropped to my knees in front of him. I licked his balls gently as I used my hands to work his pants down until they were pooled around his ankles. I removed my mouth long enough to help him work his shoes and socks off and then step out of his pants. The second he was free of the fabric, I buried my nose in his groin and inhaled deeply as I let my hands trail over his thighs, up to his waist and then over his ass.

Everything about him was hard and hot and the more I tasted and felt, the more my own cock leaked excitedly in my pants. I went back to playing with Memphis’s balls and sucked each one into my mouth in turn. I returned my mouth to his cock and tortured him with long licks, gentle nips and the occasional suckle until he was pushing forward with his hips, presumably to get his dick back in my mouth. I let my fingers tease his balls and then I slipped my hand farther back to search out his crease. With one arm between his legs and the other wrapped around him to open him for my touch, I looked up at him to make sure I wasn’t crossing any boundaries. All the guys I’d been with had liked it when I’d done this to them, but they’d all been eager bottoms. My gut was telling me that Memphis didn’t give it up to anyone and I might be pressing my luck. But when I lifted my eyes, I had to stifle a moan of excitement because his eyes had gone black with lust and the desperation in his gaze was intoxicating. Since I’d paused in what I was doing, his eyes found mine and I held them, hoping he knew what I wanted.