Shattered (The Protectors 11)

But things had been different with Caleb from the moment my lips had brushed over his. Hell, they’d been different from the moment I’d first laid eyes on him.

I hadn’t actually asked Caleb if he’d ever had a consensual sexual relationship with someone else, but he’d pretty much confirmed that when I’d kissed him. He’d been completely clueless on how to kiss me back.

And fuck if I hadn’t just loved that.

I’d wanted to be the first man who showed him that sex wasn’t about someone just taking something from him that he didn’t want to give, an irony not lost on me considering my own sexual history. But to have been the first man to show him the pleasures of kissing – that was something I couldn’t have even dreamed up.

He’d been so responsive and trusting that I hadn’t been able to stop with one kiss… or twenty. I’d kept telling myself to stop, that it was too much, too soon, but Caleb’s innocent responses had driven me on. When he’d instinctively started fucking my hand, a need unlike any I’d ever known had gone through me. I’d had this image of Caleb sliding in and out of my ass, and once in my head, it had been impossible to shake. I’d never once bottomed for any man – hadn’t even considered it. But the thought of Caleb’s weight pushing me into the mattress as he fucked me from behind at first, then turned me over and held me in the snare of his beautiful eyes as he filled me, moved over me, in me… it was something I knew I needed to experience.

I sighed as Caleb repeated that he trusted me for what had to be the third time now. He always made sure to add my name when he said it – it was like he was making it clear that he knew who he was with… that I was the only one he’d give that gift to.

I kissed Caleb until he was so pliant that I was practically holding him up. I let my right hand slide down his chest and over his abdomen. I kept my moves slow as I played with the waistband of his underwear. When he was moaning and writhing against me, whispering my name, I did what he wanted and dipped my hand beneath the fabric. He cried out in relief when I closed my hand around his length. I could feel the moisture on his shaft, proof that he really did want this. I pumped my hand up and down his dick with enough pressure to tease him, but not drive him higher.

“Jace,” he groaned, clearly growing frustrated.

“Turn around, baby, let me get a taste of you.”

Caleb eagerly turned and wrapped his arms around my neck. His mouth crashed down on mine and I happily gave control over to him. I used the opportunity to push his underwear down enough so I could stroke my palms over his smooth ass. Caleb kissed me frantically as he began grinding against me. I gripped his ass, then lifted him like I had in the kitchen. He quickly kicked his underwear off and wrapped his legs around me. His fingers sifted through my hair and he gripped me hard as he plundered my mouth.

For someone who’d never been kissed before, he was an incredibly fast learner.

I turned him and walked him the few steps to the bed, then lowered him down onto it. He kept his legs locked around my waist as I took control of the kiss. I could feel his weeping dick pressed against my abdomen and my mouth filled with saliva in anticipation. I ripped my lips from his, then trailed them down his body. I gave each of his nipples some love, then toyed with his belly button for a bit. He kept trying to push my head lower, a move I knew was driven by pure instinct, but I solved the problem by grabbing his wrists and pressing his arms to the bed beside him. I held him there as I nuzzled the patch of rough blond hair at his groin. I bypassed his dick and pressed kisses against his inner thigh.

“Jace,” he growled as he tried to lift his hips to force his dick closer to my mouth.

“Patience, Caleb,” I murmured as I released his hands and worked my way down his legs.

“Fuck patience!” he groaned, then he levered up onto his elbows so he could watch what I was doing. I held his gaze as I lifted his foot to my mouth.

I’d never taken the time to explore past lovers like I was now, and while part of me was glad this was another new thing I was sharing only with Caleb, I had to wonder how that had made the men I’d been with feel.