Atonement (The Protectors 6)

“Take this off,” Dante urged as he pushed my shirt halfway up my back. I sat up and straddled him so I could unbutton it, a task that inevitably took much longer than it should have because my hands were shaking. Dante’s fingers began working my pants loose, but he stopped once he got the zipper down. His eyes met mine and I saw the unspoken question there. While I appreciated that he was giving me a chance to stop all this, I didn’t give a shit that I was about to have a man’s hand on my cock rather than a woman’s. I’d stopped thinking about it that way the second he’d kissed me. Because it would be Dante’s hand on me. I nodded, too on edge to be sure I could have even managed a simple “yes.”

Dante’s hand snaked into my pants and carefully worked my shaft free of my underwear. I was still trying to unbutton my shirt when his skin came into contact with my flesh and I groaned at the sensation and closed my eyes.

“Fuck,” I muttered as Dante began stroking me. His grip was firm and strong and his hand was rough against my sensitive skin. A shiver ran down my spine and I opened my eyes and looked down just in time to see his thumb swipe over the head and gather up the pre-cum that was collecting there. Time stood still as he released my dick long enough to lick the clear fluid off his finger. An unrecognizable sound tore from my throat as I dropped down to seal my mouth over his. Sharing my taste with him sent me over the edge and I cradled the back of his head with my hand as I pressed our foreheads together. “I need to fuck you,” I said hoarsely. I could barely breathe as I waited for his response and when it finally came, I wanted to shout out in relief.

With his eyes holding mine, Dante slowly nodded. His breath was sawing in and out of him and I could feel a faint tremor beneath me. Any doubt I had about him wanting me as badly as I wanted him fled.

Dante used his hands to lever himself up until he was sitting and I shifted back enough so he could hold the position. His fingers tore at my buttons while I pressed my mouth against his in the gentlest of kisses over and over again. For the life of me, I couldn’t stop touching him. I couldn’t get enough.

And it was scaring the shit out of me.

I stopped kissing him for a moment when I felt him jerking at my shirt and realized he’d lost patience with trying to get the last of the buttons free. I heard a couple of the buttons go flying and hit the wall, but I didn’t care in the least. I wrapped my arm around Dante’s shoulders as his mouth latched onto one of my nipples. Never in a million years would I have guessed the spot to be an erogenous zone. But it most definitely was. I searched out the hem of Dante’s shirt and tugged until I was able to pull it off over his shoulders, interrupting his attention on my nipple. Undaunted, he lavished the same love on the other one while his hand wrapped around my cock again before sliding down to cradle my balls. But the best part was his free hand sliding down the back of my pants to grip my ass. It definitely should have freaked me out, but I was too far gone to care. Hell, if he’d told me to bend over in that moment, I’d have gladly done it.

The tension in my body ratcheted up another notch and I shook my head as I closed my hand around Dante’s wrist as he began stroking my cock again. “I’m too close,” I muttered, even as I kept trying to grind my dick against Dante’s body.

Dante nodded and then we were both scrambling to our feet. My fingers shook as I tore at his pants. I barely noticed Dante removing his gun from the back of his pants and placing it on the floor so it would be out of the way. He fumbled around his back pocket for his wallet as I finally got his zipper down. I let my fingers rub over the outline of his dick through the fabric of his underwear. There was a wet spot on the material and my mouth instantly filled with saliva as I imagined what he’d taste like compared to me. Dante seemed to know what I was thinking, because his hand shot down to his underwear and he quickly pushed them down, freeing his impressive cock. I watched in fascination as he stroked himself a few times. Pre-cum was dripping generously down the sides of his velvety flesh and I saw some of it collect at the juncture where his thumb met his pointer finger. I grabbed his hand and dragged it up to my waiting mouth. His essence had my taste buds thrumming with eagerness as I licked up every drop of fluid I could find and then he was kissing me.