Redemption (The Protectors 8)

I hadn’t gotten a chance to touch him in the shower. It wasn’t because I hadn’t wanted to, I’d just been too overwhelmed by my own body’s responses to everything he’d done to me.

I lifted my hand to stroke over one bicep, tracing the arcs of heavy black ink. His muscles were rock solid beneath my touch, but his skin was soft. He wasn’t a particularly hairy guy, though he did have the happy trail thing going on that had me curling my toes as I fought the need to explore it.

I slid my hand up to his neck, pausing briefly at his pulse point which was thrumming rapidly.

Was I doing that to him?

It seemed odd that something as simple as a touch to his arm would get him going, but I realized my own heart was racing in my chest and I’d barely done anything yet. I lifted my other hand, ignoring the stinging in my wrist, and caressed his chest. His nipples hardened when I touched them and before I could think too much on it, I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over one of them. Phoenix gasped and I felt his fingers curl in my hair. But he didn’t try to hold me in place. I did the same thing to the other nipple and was rewarded with another gasp.

The idea that I had any kind of power over him was mind-boggling. But when he murmured my name, I knew it might actually be true.

And for the first time in my life, I wondered if there was a chance this pleasure I was feeling would linger if I touched him in the ways other men had always forced me to touch them. Would he feel the way I’d felt last night when he’d had my dick down his throat? He’d acted like he’d wanted it…enjoyed it. And I hadn’t missed the fact that he’d found his own release shortly after I’d taken mine.

I ran my hands up and down his sides and then slipped them around to his back.

“Kiss me,” I whispered. “Please.”

His mouth swooped down on mine, but he didn’t take complete control. He consumed my mouth, yes, but I still felt like I was in the driver’s seat. I let my hands settle on his ass, marveling at the firm flesh. I could feel moisture dripping onto my sensitive cock and I released Phoenix’s mouth long enough to confirm it was mine and his.

“I meant what I said,” Phoenix said as he reached behind himself and took one of my hands in his. But instead of pulling my fingers away, he urged them down into his crease. I let out a sharp breath when I felt his hole. He dropped his mouth to my ear and murmured, “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.” Then he pulled my fingers from his ass and stuck them in his mouth to get them wet. I had no clue what he was doing until he urged my hand back to his crease.

“I…I’ve never-”

That was all I got out because I let out a groan as soon he used his thick fingers to force one of mine into his body. The grip, the heat…I could have come in that moment alone. As it was, I was grinding my dick against his, but I couldn’t get the pressure I needed.

“Fuck! Yes…” Phoenix said harshly as he pushed back onto my finger until it disappeared completely inside of his body.

“Fuck me with it,” he urged.

I felt like the top of my head was going to blow right off. I was both terrified and intrigued. Granted, I’d only ever had a dick up my ass, but I couldn’t fathom that a finger would bring this much pleasure to someone. But based on the throaty moans falling from Phoenix’s throat and the contorted look of passion in his eyes, I knew he was loving it.

I kept my moves slow, but the more he pressed back on my hand, the more secure I felt and I increased the pace. I also began twisting my finger just to test what he felt like. When I found something that felt different than the rest of him, I pressed against it and stilled when Phoenix let out a vicious curse.

“Right there! Again!” he demanded.

I did as he asked and measured his intense reaction. Phoenix’s mouth sought out mine and he kissed me hard before breathing against my lips, “So good, baby. More, please.”

Was he actually begging me?

I gave him what he wanted as heat swamped my body, much like it had the night before in the shower. God, I was so fucking turned on.

I was about to reach for my own dick when I felt Phoenix’s hand wrap around it. But it wasn’t just his hand against my sensitive flesh. The velvety skin of his cock was rubbing against mine. He was gripping us both in his huge hand.