Sinful Protector (Roughshod Rollers MC 2)

“Do you want more?” he asks, his voice pitched low.

“Yes,” I moan. If it will mean Kyle touching me more and wrecking me further, I want everything he’ll give me. “Fuck, yes, please.”

He grins at me and pulls himself to his feet. He’s still wearing his jeans and I’m still wearing the robe, even if it’s now open and pulled underneath me. I feel like a mess, and I can’t bring myself to care.

Jesse who? He’s the furthest thing from my mind right now. All I want is Kyle’s hands to be back on me.

Kyle leans in and kisses me, and I throw my arms around his neck as our tongues tangle. The kiss isn’t as rushed as it was before, and I breath in. His breath smells like coffee and toast, and I’m sure mine isn’t much better, but I don’t care.

When he pulls back, I leave my arms linked around him, and he pulls me up to with him, hauling me up until my chest is pressed against him. My ear is pushed against his collar bone, and I can feel his heart thudding beneath me. It’s an oddly soothing sensation that makes my own chest tighten and then relax, reminding me that I’m safe here.

“You alright?” Kyle asks, and I can feel the question rumbling through his chest.

“Fine,” I sigh.

I feel calmer now, I realize. I’m not as frantic as I was before, desperate for Kyle’s touch before I fell to pieces. He had put me back together in that alley, my frenzied mind had decided, so surely he could do the same today. His touch would stop me from breaking.

And it did. Now my fingers have stopped trembling, and I can sit here quietly for a moment, listening to Kyle’s heartbeat. Perhaps he understands, because he doesn’t move, just stands and waits for me to be ready.

When my breath is no longer stuttering in my chest, I open my eyes, unaware that I had closed them at some point. Kyle’s breathing is even beneath my ear. He’s calm and content, too.

Time to change that.

He shifts as I move, turning my head to press my lips against his skin. I kiss downward until I reach his nipple, and I nip at it, making him gasp. His heart rate, I notice, instantly begins to speed up, and I smile against him, pleased at the reaction. Kyle can make me fall apart with his touch alone. But that’s okay, because I can do the same to him.

I lick his nipple again and he shudders at my touch. Encouraged by his reaction, I find his other nipple and bite that too before licking over it. I can feel his erection straining against his jeans against my leg. My robe is brushing against us both; it’s almost too much on my sensitive skin, and it’s already fallen down to my elbows, to the point where I’m barely wearing it anymore. I leave it on, though; the two of us being half-clothed is strangely arousing, and I wonder if Kyle feels it too and if that’s why he hasn’t yet taken anything off.

“Touch me, Kyle,” I whisper. “Make me feel you.”

His hands are instantly on me, sliding over my shoulders and over my breasts, pinching the nipples and massaging the skin. My own hands are exploring, running over his broad shoulders and down the curve of his spine, bumping over the ridges of his muscles. I’m intimately familiar, now, with these parts of Kyle’s body, and touching them again makes me aware of everything that I’ve already learned about him.

I’ll need to sit down and really talk to him soon, I decide hazily. It isn’t fair that we could know each other’s bodies so well, and yet still know next to nothing about each other’s lives.

The thought is swept away when Kyle nips at my ear and licks at the lobe, his hot breath brushing against my eardrum. I can reflect on what we’re missing in our relationship later. Right now, I just need to focus on what Kyle is doing to me and what I’m doing to him.

“Allison, your body is fucking perfect,” Kyle murmurs into my ear, biting the lobe again. “It’s so responsive when I touch you. I bet you would just fall apart if I kept teasing you like this.”

I would, and I would love every minute of it. My back arches as his hand trails down my spine.

“Do you want me to break you?” he asks.

“Yes,” I hiss, throwing my head back, exposing my neck to him.

He smiles against my collar bone.

“I’m going to tear you apart,” he promises, “until you don't know anyone’s name but mine.”

That sounds absolutely perfect right now, I decide. I moan at his words as he presses in closer. I can feel his penis throbbing against me in his jeans, and I’m so close to the edge that one more good push will send me into a spiral of pleasure.

But then Kyle steps away, pulling himself from my grasp. For a moment I have no idea what’s going on until his huge hands cup my elbows and pull me off the table.

I almost think I’m going to fall, because my legs are wobbly. I stumble forwards, pressing against Kyle’s body, and use the opportunity to drag him into a kiss, raising myself onto my toes for better access. He responds hungrily, pushing my robe off my arms to allow it to drop to the floor, and then opening his mouth so that he can suck my tongue into it, his teeth scraping against my bottom lip. It feels like he’s devouring me, and I push forward even further, almost wanting to be merged with him if I could only find some way to satisfy this craving within me.

But there’s no satisfaction here. Kyle is addictive, and I won’t be content until I’ve taken everything he’ll give me.

It takes me a moment before I realize that Kyle is moving backward, dragging me along with him. I don’t care where we’re going, though, and I meet his kiss with equal fervor, dragging everything out of him.

Then he turns around and I’m falling backward until I hit the soft cushions of the couch. I look up at him and laugh.