Unbroken (The Protectors 12)

A big, hot hand closed around my dick and I let out a gasp and then pressed my mouth against his chest. I kept my fingers inside of him but had to stop moving them because it felt like my head was going to blow off when Vaughn began stroking me.

His palm was just a little calloused so his skin felt kind of rough against mine, but that only made it feel that much better. I began pumping into his hand, much like he’d pumped against the fingers I had inside of him. As badly as I wanted to experience all this new sensation, I knew I wasn’t going to last.

“It’s too much,” I cried out desperately.

Vaughn’s hand stopped, then slowed. “Make love to me, Aleks,” Vaughn said.

“Yes… yes,” I said raggedly as I nodded my head. I knew he was talking about the next step. I carefully removed my fingers from his body and instantly missed the heat and tightness. Vaughn shifted away from me briefly, then he was back with the condom in his hand. I watched as he removed it from the packaging. He worked it down my penis and I had to hold my breath from exploding then and there. He worked quickly to add some lube, then his mouth was on mine.

“Just go slow and you’ll know when I need you to let me adjust and when I’m ready for more,” Vaughn assured me. He moved so that he was lying flat on his back.

I was confused by the position. When he lifted his legs and separated them, understanding registered.

He wanted me to take him that way.

I hadn’t even known such a thing was possible.

But it meant I’d get to look at him while I was inside him. I’d be able to tell more easily if I was hurting him or pleasuring him.

I leaned over Vaughn and used my hand to guide myself to his opening. The condom felt weird on my dick, but that actually helped cool my passion a tiny bit. Enough that I’d hopefully at least be able to get inside him and do whatever it was he needed me to do to make him come. I could only pray that I was better at it than the men I’d been with.

That wasn’t about making love, Aleks… they weren’t interested in your pleasure or comfort, I reminded myself.

I took a breath and just like with my fingers, I slid forward slowly. I latched my eyes onto Vaughn’s. He kept his open and on mine until the head of my penis pushed past that really strong muscle. Then he closed them.

“James, please, open your eyes,” I begged as a moment of insecurity overcame me. “I need to see them.”

He instantly did as I asked. He reached out to touch my face.

“It just burns a little, Aleks. But I can already feel it changing over… I’m good, I swear it.”

I didn’t know what it could possibly be changing over to, because all I’d ever felt at this point was like I was being torn in two, but the wonder I saw in Vaughn’s eyes as he seemed to experience a range of sensations and emotions made me relax. I held where I was until I saw the silent signal in his beautiful, dark eyes that said he was ready for more.

So I gave it to him.

Chapter 21

Vaughn

Aleks was so focused on not hurting me that he didn’t kiss me again until he was fully seated inside of me.

And I’d actually missed his mouth for the minutes it had taken for him to bottom out. I hadn’t expected for so many emotions to pile up inside of me as Aleks made me his, but they were there just beneath the surface and when he kissed me and asked me if I was okay, it was all I could do to keep the tears stinging the backs of my eyes from falling.

“I’m perfect,” I whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”

“I never knew, James,” he said as he kissed me over and over. He had yet to move inside of me, but I was grateful for it because my body was still adjusting to the feel of him while my heart was adjusting to all the emotions.

How the hell was I ever going to let him go after all this?

“Knew what?” I asked.

But Aleks shook his head. “I just never knew,” he murmured again and I took that to mean that, like me, he was dealing with some heavy shit on the inside he hadn’t been anticipating either.

Aleks began kissing me more heartily and I could feel his dick thickening inside of me.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I knew he was asking the same question for a different reason. I slid my hand down to his ass, which flexed beneath my hand, but didn’t tense up in any kind of way. My nonverbal answer seemed to be answer enough, because Aleks kissed me again and pulled slowly out of me, then slid gently home.