Shattered (The Protectors 11)

So I did it again.

And that was when something switched inside of him.

And me.

Gentle exploration turned into rough and needy. Tongues dueled and lips clashed. I was grateful for whatever instinct kicked in deep inside of me, because it somehow made it possible for me to keep up. And by keeping up, it meant Jace let go even more.

“Caleb,” he ground against my mouth. “Tell me you’re okay,” he said harshly.

“Okay,” was all I managed to get out as I followed his mouth when he tried to draw back from me a little. “Very okay,” I repeated and then I slid my hands into his long hair to keep him still. I took a chance and let my tongue slip into the cavern of his mouth. Jace let me have the moment, then he took over again and I was shoved hard against the wall behind me. His hands grabbed my wrists so he could pin them next to the wall against my head. I thought it was his way of trying to stop or slow down what was happening, but if anything, the move just ratcheted things up even higher.

He consumed me after that.

I didn’t know how else to describe it.

I managed to keep up with his greedy mouth, but when I needed to come up for air, his lips would find their way to my jaw, my neck, even my shoulders. His five-o’clock shadow scraped deliciously over my skin as he licked, sucked and nipped at my skin, and the second I drew in a couple of deep breaths, he’d latch onto my mouth again. We were both panting by the time he released my hands. I used the opportunity to do some of my own exploring. My body was on fire and my dick was pressing painfully against my jeans. I’d masturbated plenty of times, but I’d never felt such a raging level of need before.

“Jace,” I whispered as my panic began to build. I’d orgasmed on occasion and it had felt good, but nothing like this. What if whatever he was doing to me would end up hurting? There’d been a few times during sex where my body had reacted beyond my control and I’d wanted to die from the shame afterwards. What if that was what this ended up being? Or worse, what if I was a freak whose body only reacted normally to someone else when it was against my will?

“Breathe, baby,” Jace murmured against my mouth. “Tell me how it feels.”

I sucked in a long draw of oxygen. “Hurts,” I admitted. “But… but not all bad,” I managed to get out. I shook my head because I didn’t know how to explain it. “Don’t want you to stop.”

I was shaking like a leaf. Jace was pressed up against me from head to toe. One of his legs was wedged between mine and shame curled through me as I began riding his muscled thigh in the hopes that I could find some relief. Sparks of energy danced just beneath the surface of my skin and I cried out at how good it felt.

“God, so responsive,” Jace muttered. He laid a searing kiss on me, then slid his hand down my chest. He rubbed my dick through my pants.

“Let me take care of you,” he urged.

I nodded because that was all I was capable of. I’d already started humping his hand. I’d do anything to make the ache inside of me go away.

It did.

The second his hand closed over my cock through the denim and began rubbing. His mouth found mine again just as I let out a little shout of relief. But when he stopped moments later, I shook my head violently. “No, Jace, please don’t stop, please!”

I felt like my body was no longer my own.

“Fuck,” Jace muttered against my mouth and suddenly both his hands were at my waist. They ripped and tugged until my jeans were open, the zipper drawn all the way down. I pressed my open mouth against Jace’s shoulder when his bare hand closed around my dick. I let out a raw shout as he began pumping me.

“Look, baby,” he said as he nuzzled my ear. “Look how badly I want you.”

I forced my eyes open and kept my forehead pressed against Jace’s collarbone as I looked between our writhing bodies. Jace had freed his own dick from his pants and was stroking it with his free hand. His other hand pulled my shaft from my pants and I watched in awe as he mashed our dicks together and began using one hand to stroke us at the same time. His skin was so hot and soft, even though his cock was hard as a rock.

“Oh God,” I moaned as pure pleasure began to radiate out to my limbs. It felt like there was a coil inside of me that kept getting tighter and tighter.