Vengeance (The Protectors 5)

I shoved away the offending thought because my past had no place here.

Since I couldn’t say the words back, I kissed him. He gasped against my mouth and I had no doubt Brennan had started to move his finger. I kept up the gentle kisses along with the firm tugs on Tristan’s dick and by the time Brennan pushed a second finger inside, Tristan was moaning and driving his hips up to force his cock into my hand, mindless of the invasion going on in his ass. He barely noticed when Brennan and I switched places, but while Tristan’s nerves had seemed to dissipate, mine crashed over me in a tidal wave of fear and need.

I had to make this perfect for Tristan.

For Brennan.

For me.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tristan

I’d known it would hurt. I wasn’t completely naïve, after all. And Brennan’s fingers were nowhere near the size of Memphis’s cock and they’d been more than a little uncomfortable as they’d been pushed inside of me…well, at least the first finger. In truth, I hadn’t noticed the second finger as much because I’d been riding the high of feeling Memphis’s rough palm circling my dick and his talented tongue dueling with mine. But no amount of effort on Brennan’s part could distract me from the pain that speared through me when Memphis’s thick flesh split me open. I had to believe it would get better because I’d been pressed up against Brennan’s body often enough as Memphis had fucked him to know there was pleasure to be had in the act at some point. I just needed to hold out until I got there.

“Just try to relax,” Brennan urged as he pushed my damp hair off my face. His arm was underneath my shoulders and his right hand was resting right over my heart which was pounding furiously in my chest. I did as he said and concentrated on relaxing my body and I felt Memphis slide in deeper. He let out a ragged curse and I shifted my eyes to him and took in the grim expression on his face, his clenched jaw, the sweat making his skin glisten. The fact that he was struggling to make sure this moment was perfect for me made it easier to relax even more and Memphis’s cock pushed farther inside of me. The pain eased and I tried to make sense of how full I felt. It was both strange and oddly comforting…and it wasn’t enough.

“Memphis,” I managed to get out and his eyes lifted to meet mine. He seemed to understand what I was going through because he leaned over me and kissed me.

“So fucking perfect, Tristan. You’re so fucking perfect.” He kissed me again and then he and Brennan kissed before he reared back and then slowly withdrew from me. As odd as the whole thing felt to me, I didn’t want him to leave my body and I instinctively clamped down on him.

“Fuck,” Memphis whispered and then he was gliding forward again. My ass burned as it tried to accommodate him shoving even farther inside of me. He held himself still for a moment before sliding out again. We continued the dance over and over until I felt his heavy balls pressed up against me. I shuddered as I realized we were as completely joined as we could ever be and I felt tears stinging my eyes. But even more than that, I felt the burn fade and a zinging sensation radiating out from where Memphis and I were connected. I expected it to ease since he wasn’t moving, but all it did was build. And then came the heat. A slow burn that began in my belly and then moved to my limbs.

“Oh God,” I cried out as the pleasure began to spike deep inside of me. “Memphis, please,” I begged, not knowing what I needed, but knowing it wasn’t enough to just feel him buried inside of me anymore. I reached out to grab Brennan’s hand at the same exact time that Memphis pulled back before sliding forward. My back bowed at the shock of pleasure that rolled through me.

“Brennan,” I cried out with fear when it happened again.

“Just feel it, Tristan,” he whispered in my ear as he clutched my hand. “Don’t be afraid of it.”

I forced my eyes to stay on Memphis even though I felt like I couldn’t take a deep enough breath. My skin felt like it was on fire and I could no longer stay still. The next time Memphis surged into me, I lifted my hips to meet his thrust. He cursed and shoved into me harder before pulling out and sliding in again. Every one of his glides fanned the flames, but it still wasn’t enough. It was like I was reaching for something in the darkness that I knew was there, but always just beyond my reach.