Defiance (The Protectors 9)

“Want you inside me,” I moaned when I pulled him back up to my mouth.

He nodded as he kissed me hard. I sat up to help him get his clothes off and the lube on his dick, because his hands were shaking so badly that he was struggling to get the cap off the bottle. I kissed him gently and nuzzled his ear as I smoothed the lube over his hardness. “It’ll be perfect,” I reminded him. “Being with you is always perfect.”

Nathan sucked in a breath and finally relaxed somewhat.

“What position do you want me in, baby?” I asked as I wiped my hand on the bedspread before clasping his face between my fingers.

“Just like this,” he murmured. “Wanna see you.”

I nodded and pulled him down on top of me. He gathered some of the lube from his dick onto his fingers and then began probing me with them. His nerves kicked in as he fumbled to get his finger inside of me, but once he realized he wasn’t hurting me, he seemed to relax and began exploring my reactions to his touch. When he found my prostate, I nearly bowed off the bed.

And he used that to his advantage as he teased me mercilessly at the same time that he sucked my dick to the back of his throat.

“Yes!” I called out as I closed my hands over his head and began fucking his mouth. When he added a second finger, I was done and I gently pulled him off my dick. “Now,” I ordered right before I kissed him.

“Bossy to the end,” Nathan said with a smile, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

But all jokes ended when his cock replaced his fingers and he began to push inside of me. I held onto his arms which were braced alongside me as he worked himself deeper and deeper inside of me. The pressure was intense, and I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever felt so full before. I hadn’t lied when I’d said I’d enjoyed the few times David had taken me, but I couldn’t remember it being this good before. I couldn’t remember this need to crawl out of my skin and bury myself under his so we’d never have to be apart again.

Once Nathan was all the way inside of me, he settled his weight down on top of me and I curled my legs around his ass. He kissed me over and over until the worst of the pain eased and changed over to a delicious burn.

“Need you to move,” I grated as heat began to engulf my body in heady anticipation.

Nathan pulled out slowly and then slid back into me in one slick move, then did it again. Over and over again, he drove into me. I wrapped my arms around his back and hung on as he sent me higher with every agonizingly deep thrust. When it became too much, I told him so and he kissed me hard and picked up the pace. The bed rocked and creaked as Nathan’s instincts took over and he began ramming into me. His fingers sifted through my hair to hold me in place as he fucked me mercilessly, while his lips pressed gentle kisses to my forehead.

“So close,” I called out as I reached for my dick and began jerking myself off. I loved the feel of Nathan’s hard abdomen brushing over the backs of my fingers as I worked myself over to match the rhythm he’d set with his body.

“Gonna come,” he growled as he pressed his mouth against my throat and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, lifting my upper body off the bed and holding me tight against his chest.

I ended up coming first, but he was literally just seconds behind me. I cried out in relief as the orgasm washed over me, and the sensation of his hot cum filling me up sent a violent aftershock through my entire system. We clung to each other as we came down from the high. I settled my hands on Nathan’s ass to keep him inside me a little longer as he placed soft kisses on my lips.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“In the best way possible,” I said drowsily, which caused him to smile.

“We’re definitely doing that more often,” he said.

“Agreed,” I returned before I realized what I was saying.

Because we didn’t have that many “oftens” left. But I didn’t say that. I just let him hold me and when he suggested a shower together, I agreed without argument and followed him into the bathroom.

Chapter 27

Nathan

“Can I get you anything? A blanket? Something to drink?” I asked as I watched Brody carefully ease himself into one of the deck chairs on the large patio that overlooked a gorgeous infinity swimming pool.

“Nathan, relax,” Brody said. “You’re worse than Mom when you broke your arm when you fell out of that tree at Grandpa’s farm.”