Salvation (The Protectors 2)

Ronan was still kissing me when he began pulling out before gently sliding back in and I gasped against his mouth as a delicious sensation swept through me. Another thrust had me giving up on trying to kiss Ronan back and I guessed he could tell because his lips settled against my cheek as he increased the pace. The pleasure began to spike with every roll of his hips against mine and for the first time, I began to fear that I wouldn’t be able to keep back the words my heart wanted me to call out as Ronan loved me. His abdomen was pressed against my now rock hard cock and every time he slid forward, I tried to press up against him to increase the sensation. Ronan must have sensed my need because I felt his hand slip between our bodies a second later and then he was jerking me off as his body began to ram into mine. I struggled against my bonds because I wanted nothing more in that moment than to wrap myself around him completely, but there was no give whatsoever so the only thing I could do was wrap my legs around him in a vain effort to keep him as close to me as possible. And then my mouth was searching out his because I knew the only way I could make him understand what I was feeling was through the few ways I was permitted to touch him.

Ronan kissed me back but the kisses were short and jerky because we were both panting too hard to do any different. I felt my balls drawing up tight against my body but I couldn’t find the oxygen I needed to tell him how close I was. But it didn’t matter because his hand on my dick increased its pace and his cock was slinging in and out of me without reservation. Our sweat-slickened bodies rocked against each other over and over and when I was certain I couldn’t take any more, my body gave in to its need and fire shot up my spine and radiated out to all of my limbs. I cried out against Ronan’s mouth and closed my eyes as the climax threatened to steal my consciousness away. Ronan’s hoarse shout followed a moment later and then I felt his free hand grab onto the belt where it was looped around my wrists. His grip on the restraints bordered on painful as he humped into me over and over but then to my surprise, he released his hold on the belt and closed his fingers over one of my hands. It was the most natural thing for me to separate my fingers just slightly but I couldn’t contain the emotion that flooded through me when his fingers linked with mine.

The tears came without warning but I was powerless to stop them. But Ronan said nothing and he didn’t pull away in disgust. He simply held my hand and then he began kissing the tears away one by one.

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Waking up alone wasn’t a surprise since I’d felt Ronan get out of bed within minutes of him untying me. I hadn’t been disappointed at first because he’d returned within a minute with a warm washcloth and he’d gently cleaned the come off my stomach and the residual lube that had clung to me. But instead of climbing into bed next to me after he’d drawn the covers over me, he’d left and I’d lain there hoping against hope that he was just going to get something to drink or to check to make sure the house was locked up for the night. As the minutes passed though, the same feeling of abandonment I’d felt after he’d walked out on me three years earlier came over me and the tears that had started to fall had nothing to do with the joy of finally being made love to by the man who’d been my entire world for so long.

I managed to lift my head long enough to check the time on the nightstand clock and was shocked to see it was well after eleven a.m. I wasn’t particularly hungry but my tired body had other needs so I forced myself to sit up. The slight sting in my ass was both good and bad. I’d finally had the night I’d always dreamed of and even though I hadn’t been able to touch Ronan the way I wanted to, the way he’d loved me had felt real. It was something I hadn’t had in a really long time. But I was going to pay for it because I’d had a taste of perfection but it was just that…a taste.

My legs felt shaky as I got out of bed and I took my time making my way to my own room. As I was leaving the room, my heart stopped when I noticed that the chair Ronan had been using as a luggage holder was empty. Not only were his clothes gone but his bag was too. I forced myself to go to the closet but couldn’t bring myself to actually open it so I left the room. I just needed a few more minutes of pretending. I needed to remember last night for what it was, not for what it wasn’t.