Salvation (The Protectors 2)

Ronan finished cleaning the injury and then closed it with two butterfly bandages. But once he secured the last bandage, his fingers didn’t leave my face right away and I held my breath as the rough pad of his thumb grazed my cheek.

“Better?” he asked, though his voice was a strange, hoarse whisper I’d never heard before. That, combined with his touch, stoked the nerves in my already swollen cock and I swallowed hard as I tried to shift my body so he wouldn’t notice my predicament. But all I managed to do was brush my crotch against his and he froze at the contact. And then I saw it – the flare of arousal in his dark eyes. Even in my innocence, I knew it for what it was and as much as that terrified me, I wanted to cry out in relief too.

He wanted me.

His finger had stilled in its caressing of my bruised cheek and his eyes fell to my mouth. His whole hand drifted down to cup my jaw and I forced myself to hold completely still. Because I wasn’t going to fuck this up. I wanted it too much.

Only there was one part of myself that I couldn’t keep still. My mouth. Because before I knew it, I was whispering his name and his whole body drew up tight.

“Fuck,” he suddenly snarled and then his mouth came crashing down on mine.

No amount of wishing for that exact moment prepared me for it in any way because once Ronan’s mouth covered mine, I was completely lost. The kiss was brutal and rough and I didn’t even get a chance to adjust to the feeling of Ronan’s lips searing across mine before his tongue was pushing into my mouth. I gasped at the feel of it stroking over mine and a wave of heat washed through me with such force, that I was sure my knees would give out. I felt the hard edge of the counter digging into my ass as Ronan leaned into me.

I was completely overwhelmed by the sensations that bombarded me as Ronan consumed my mouth – and that’s exactly what it was. I had no control, no comprehension of anything besides how good it felt. And no idea how to kiss him back. I had the fleeting thought that my inexperience would turn him off, but if he noticed, it didn’t slow him down in any way and I was glad. Because I knew if he stopped, if he pushed me away and said I was too young or said he couldn’t because I was Trace’s little brother, I’d never recover. Hell, I’d likely never recover anyway because in my gut, I knew it was only this good because it was Ronan.

The hand that had been holding my face skimmed down my neck and along my side until it curved around my ass and drew me forward. The feel of Ronan’s stiff length against mine had me gasping but Ronan stole that sound along with what little of my sanity was left. I gave myself over to him completely and didn’t protest anything he did to me as his hands roamed all over me and his body rubbed against mine. At one point, I felt his blunt fingers pushing down the back of my jeans and I was sure I’d come in my pants as his pointer finger pressed into my crease. His sensual torture of my mouth didn’t let up for even a second but my brain finally started to catch up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as I tentatively speared my tongue into his mouth. He groaned and then he was suddenly pushing away from me.

I was certain the whole thing was over, but I didn’t even have time to protest or question what was happening as I watched Ronan’s eyes dart around the bathroom before settling on the bathrobe hanging on the back of the closet door. A quick flick of his wrist and he was pulling the belt free and then his mouth was back on mine. I forgot all about the strange pause and began urgently kissing him back as my hands settled on his hips. I felt him grab one of my hands in his and then he was folding my arm behind my back. The move pushed me even closer to him. When he did the same with my other hand, I was forced to lean against him as he tormented me with one drugging kiss after another. It was several long seconds before I even realized what he was doing behind my back and by the time I found my voice, my hands were already tied together.

“Ronan, what-”

Ronan stole my words with another kiss and then his hand was rubbing my erection through my jeans. I moaned at the rough contact and tried to ask for more by shoving my hips forward. The hand stroking me drifted up just enough to reach the waistband and then was pushing down into my pants while the other began working them loose. I cried out at the feel of Ronan fisting my cock but he stole that sound too with another mind-numbing kiss. I forgot all about my bound hands as Ronan tugged ruthlessly on my sensitive dick and then ran his thumb across the slit before dipping inside of it. I tore my mouth free of Ronan’s and dropped my head against his shoulder and let out a long, heavy groan as he played with me. Cool air brushed over my hot skin as my pants were opened and shoved down along with my underwear.