Vengeance (The Protectors 5)

I began working on Tristan’s pants as I watched Brennan tease him with soft, dirty kisses. Tristan didn’t even realize what I was doing until I pulled his flushed cock from his pants. He groaned at the contact and I saw his hand close around one of Brennan’s wrists as his eyes shifted to me. I gave him a gentle tug and he let out a harsh moan and pressed back against Brennan. When I did it again, he cried out softly. And then his hands were closing over mine and his eyes were wild with desire and fear. I immediately stopped what I was doing, but I didn’t release him.

“You can’t!” Tristan ground out even as he involuntarily arched his hips up so that he was driving himself into my hand. “It’s not safe.”

It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about, but before Brennan could say anything like he clearly wanted, I leaned forward and stole Tristan’s mouth in a mind-numbing kiss. Once he was pliant beneath my mouth, I whispered against his lips, “I’m just going to use my hand. Nothing more.” I gave him another kiss. “Just feel, Tristan, okay? You’re safe. I’m safe. Brennan’s safe.”

The permission seemed to be all that Tristan needed because he let out a sigh of relief and then he kissed me hard. “Please,” was all he said, his voice uneven and tight. I knew he wouldn’t last long and I was going to make sure it would be something he never forgot.

“Let Brennan hold you, baby,” I murmured against his mouth. “He’s wanted this for so long. We both have,” I added, though I had no idea why I’d said that last part out loud even though it was the truth.

I leaned back and began gently stroking my hand up and down Tristan’s shaft. I didn’t need to use spit to lubricate my gliding motions because Tristan’s cock was dripping pre-cum. I played with the ridge beneath the flared head and then teased his slit before returning my attention to his shaft. I used my left hand to pull the back of Tristan’s pants and underwear down enough that I could reach his ass and I began massaging him. His stormy gray eyes stayed on me, but he reached up with his left arm to drape it around Brennan’s neck. Brennan continued to massage his chest and sides as he nipped and sucked at Tristan’s neck.

Tristan’s cock pulsed in my palm and as he began to shift and squirm between me and Brennan, I knew it wasn’t going to take much to send him over. I lifted my eyes from Tristan to Brennan and then pulled the hand I was holding Tristan’s ass with free and held my finger up to Brennan’s mouth. He didn’t hesitate to suck it deep into his mouth and as I pulled my finger free, I leaned in to kiss Brennan languidly. As soon as I finished with Brennan, I kissed Tristan and then he and Brennan were kissing. I used the momentary distraction to press my finger to Tristan’s hole and massaged him gently.

“Oh God,” he cried out as his whole body jerked. His wide eyes lit on me, but he did nothing to try and escape my grasp. I eased my tugs on his cock so I could play with his hole without the risk of setting him off. Every time I circled his opening, Tristan rolled his hips instinctively and he automatically pushed against me. When I began to push my saliva-slickened finger into him, he froze.

“Brennan?” he whispered, though his eyes stayed on me.

“Just feel,” Brennan reminded him and then he kissed him. The move relaxed Tristan and when I sank my finger in to the first knuckle, he let out a harsh breath against Brennan’s lips.

“It feels…” Tristan started to say as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“What?” Brennan asked between kisses. “It feels what?”

I pulled my finger out just a little before pushing it back in, never going past the first knuckle. Tristan gasped and said, “I don’t think it’s enough.”

“You want more?” Brennan asked as he nipped at Tristan’s lips. “Do you want to see how good Memphis can make you feel?”

Tristan was drawn tight between us and a fine sheen of sweat had broken out on his trembling body. He managed a nod and then his eyes shifted to me. “Please, Memphis.”

My heart rattled around in my chest at his plea and I carefully pushed my finger farther inside of him. At the same time, I resumed the tugs on his cock and Tristan let out a hoarse cry of relief at the dual contact. He began twisting against me, either to get more of my finger inside of him or for more pressure on his dick. I guessed it was likely both so I did just that. A keening cry emanated from Tristan’s throat at the twin torments and he was frantically clinging to Brennan as his body started to react beyond his control. I knew the fear he had to be feeling as his orgasm started to build on itself because there was just no comparison between what was about to happen to him and any orgasm he might have ever been able to achieve on his own.