Vengeance (The Protectors 5)

“Fuck…please,” I begged without shame as Memphis increased his strokes.

“Shhhh, you’re almost there, baby,” Memphis said against my mouth and then he began pressing sweet kisses against my mouth as I writhed in his hold. Sweat drenched my body as Memphis worked me over and I was so close to the edge that I wanted to cry out in frustration and relief.

“It’s too much,” I whispered as I began to fear what would happen when I went over. I’d had great orgasms in the past, but whatever was happening to me wasn’t even close to the same thing. It was like every part of me existed for this one man…like he was the only one who knew what my body needed.

“It’s perfect,” Memphis said, his voice sounding harsh and heavy. “You’re perfect, Brennan.”

And that was it.

With those three words I went over. Except I didn’t go over and drop – I flew. I came apart and shattered into a million pieces as the release ripped through every nerve ending, through every cell. Tears of relief coasted down my face and I found I didn’t care. All I cared about was the bliss that flooded my entire body, that had me closing my eyes and only seeing flashes of perfect white light. I didn’t even try to control my shaking body and I didn’t temper the way my fingers were digging into Memphis’s arm. The cry of relief that tore from my throat didn’t sound human, but I didn’t care about that either.

After the blast of pressure that rattled through my entire being, came the tingling sensation that made my body feel like it was floating. I lost sense of time after that. The only thing I was aware of was Memphis kissing me. Eventually I noticed he’d managed to work my shirt off as well as my tie, but I was still wearing my pants which I knew were covered in cum since Memphis hadn’t managed to get them down before he’d made me come. I was pressed up against his slick chest with both my arms wrapped around his back. His muscles flexed beneath my palms and as life began to return to my body, I stroked his hot skin from his back down to his ass. I knew Memphis hadn’t taken his pleasure because I could feel his cock pressed against mine and despite my exhaustion, my body was already starting to respond again.

I murmured a protest when Memphis rolled me to my back and lifted off of me, but when he began working my pants and underwear off my body, I felt a measure of relief. Because even as tired and sated as I was, I wasn’t ready for this to end. I wanted more. I wanted it all.

I was dimly aware of a warm washcloth being run across my lower body, but I didn’t really react until Memphis once again crawled over me and kissed me. The feel of his skin against mine had my dick starting to throb with excitement and I groaned.

“Do you still want this?” Memphis asked as he lay on top of me and ran his fingers through my hair.

I smiled what I knew was probably a dopey grin because I was just so fucking content in that moment. On the one hand, I would have been happy to lie there like that forever, but on the other, my body ached for more. I couldn’t manage to find the right words to tell him how badly I wanted it, so I just nodded and then I lifted my hand to brush his cheek. While he was clearly still struggling with his own need, he looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. I liked knowing I was the likely cause, but a part of me feared this was something I’d only see on the rarest of occasions, if ever again.

Memphis kissed me and then began moving down my body, trailing feather-soft kisses all over me as he went. His hands explored me all over and then they were gently rolling me to my stomach. The move had the nerves I’d forgotten all about coming back in full force. In my mind I’d known he was going to fuck me, but the reality of it was causing all my earlier tension to come back and the last remnants of my orgasm disappeared. I kept my eyes on the wall on the opposite side of the bed as I listened to what sounded like foil tearing and I assumed it was either the lube or the condom. I had my answer a second later when I felt cool liquid pressing against my opening a second before the pad of one finger began massaging me. I knew it probably would have felt better if I hadn’t been so freaked out about the prospect of that finger being pushed into me…or the cock that would soon follow.