Salvation (The Protectors 2)

Ronan’s hands gently pushed me off of him as he dropped to his knees and I was forced to lean back against the counter to keep myself upright. The hard edge bit into my ass as I lifted my bound hands so they rested on the top of the counter. Even though I was watching Ronan and knew what he was going to do to me, I wasn’t at all prepared for the moment he sucked me in deep. I shouted at the heat and wetness that engulfed me and I instinctively shoved my hips forward. Without preamble, Ronan began sucking me mercilessly as he bobbed up and down my length. One of his hands was cupping my ass while the other was rubbing back and forth over my taint before seeking out my balls.

“Ronan, please!” I begged as he dragged me closer and closer to an impending orgasm that was actually starting to frighten me. I’d jerked myself off plenty of times but I’d never felt this much, this fast, and the unknown scared the shit out of me. But Ronan’s ministrations were expert and utterly ruthless. He showed me no mercy as he hollowed out his cheeks and began dragging up and down my length with almost brutal force. The fingers that had been rolling my balls around traveled over my taint and then pressed into my crack to search out my hole. And the second he pressed down on it, I lost it and began shooting into his mouth as my release took over every part of my body. I had no control as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through me and it was only Ronan’s other arm around my hips that kept me upright.

I was struggling to catch my breath as Ronan rose to his feet and before I could even say anything, his mouth was on mine and I tasted the bitter, salty proof of my release. The kiss was wholly carnal and I loved every second of it despite the exhaustion settling into my heavy limbs. I had no idea if Ronan had found his own pleasure and was trying to figure out what I could to do give it to him, when he suddenly tore his mouth free of mine and spun me around and shoved me face down on the counter. I was still trying to get control of myself so I didn’t realize what was happening until I felt Ronan’s pelvis shove me forward. With my hands bound, I struggled to look up into the mirror so I could see him and my mouth went dry at the sight of him pulling a condom and a smaller packet of something from his wallet.

Surely he wasn’t going to fuck me here? Like this?

“Ronan-”

I had no idea if Ronan heard the tremor of fear in my voice or not but he leaned over me and kissed me deeply before saying, “It’s going to be hard and fast but I’ll make sure you get off again.”

I closed my eyes at the crude words that didn’t mesh with the beautiful way he’d kissed me. God, was this how I wanted him? I knew if I told him that it was my first time, I’d likely lose my only chance with him. In my gut, I was sure he wouldn’t hurt me but did I really want my first time with the man I’d been in love with for almost a decade, my first time with any man, to be just some down and dirty sex act that was more about getting off than anything else?

Fear began to niggle my brain as it warred with my need to be with this man in any way that I could and I automatically tried to pull free of the bindings on my wrists. Maybe it was just the lack of control that was freaking me out. If I could just get my hands loose…

My fear turned to full on panic when I realized Ronan had tied me up tight enough to keep me from getting loose on my own. In the back of my mind, I heard foil tearing along with a zipper being drawn down, but I couldn’t focus on any of it because I was struggling to pull my hands free of the cotton belt that just seemed to get tighter the more I fought. Cold air drifted over my hole as Ronan opened me up and then something slick was pressing against my entrance. My throat seized up and I couldn’t find my voice. I desperately yanked my hands apart in the hopes of loosening the belt, but then Ronan’s hand closed over the spot where my wrists were tied.

I tried to tell Ronan that I needed him to slow down, but I knew I hadn’t managed to get the words out because my throat was too clogged with fear. I felt his finger begin to massage me and humiliation went through me; I couldn’t stem the tears that began to fall. And then Ronan was gone and the bathroom was gone.