Unbroken (The Protectors 12)

Aleks swallowed hard, then his hand was reaching down to pull his dick free from the confines of the shorts. I slipped them down enough to expose his entire shaft, as well as his ass. I used my hand on his slim backside to urge him back down. My own dick was like a spike in my shorts, and there was no doubt he could feel it against his body, but I kept one hand on his ass and the other on his back to steady him.

“Just feel, Aleks,” I said, then I lifted my hand to the back of his head and pulled him down for another kiss. He moaned and began kissing me like a starved man. His cock was hard and hot against my abdomen and I could feel pre-cum leaking from the head. I would have given anything to touch him there, or better yet, taste him, but I knew he wasn’t ready for that.

Aleks’s instincts took over as he fervently kissed me. He humped my stomach as hard and heavy as if he’d been inside of me and I nearly came at the thought of it. I’d let a few guys fuck me early on when I’d realized I was interested in men and not women, but it’d been a long time since I’d allowed anyone that level of intimacy.

But I knew I’d give it to Aleks in a heartbeat.

“That’s it,” I groaned as I squeezed Aleks’s ass just a bit, then urged him to grind into me even harder. He dragged his mouth from mine and buried his face in my neck. He was panting hard, his hot breath further dampening my already sweaty skin. His whole body twisted and writhed on top of me and I lifted my legs so I could pump my own hips upward. I had nothing to actually fuck besides the material of my shorts, but that was more than enough.

The fingers of Aleks’s right hand twisted into my hair as he began to cry against my throat.

But I knew he wasn’t scared or upset.

He was just completely overwhelmed.

“That’s it, baby, just let go,” I said as I kissed his cheek.

His left hand sought out mine. He linked our fingers and then he pressed our hands onto the bed. His hold on my hair tightened as his entire body drew taut.

“James,” he groaned.

My own orgasm was right there, but I managed to hold it off. I slid my finger along Aleks’s crease but didn’t apply enough pressure to let it slip between his cheeks. I eased it beneath the shorts and gently touched his balls before giving them a little squeeze.

“James!” he cried. I sought out the shell of his ear with my tongue, then bit down on the lobe as I massaged the sensitive skin between his balls and his hole. He came apart at the contact. Hot liquid spewed all over my abdomen as he desperately fucked me. I kept massaging him through the orgasm as my own climax raced up my spine. I moved my hand up to grab his ass as I fucked upward, imagining it was his tight body I was about to empty myself into.

Aleks clung to me as I came. I shouted into his ear as my cum shot from my dick and soaked through my shorts and began dripping down the inside of my thigh. My brain turned to mush as the pleasure quaked throughout my body and caused my limbs to tingle with sensation. When I finally relaxed, Aleks’s body was still on top of mine and his mouth was pressed against my ear. He’d unlinked our hands at some point and was holding my face. My hands had somehow both ended up on his ass, one closer to the dip in his back, the other lower down where the fabric was bunched up. I could feel his cum sliding down the sides of my abdomen as well as pooling in my belly button.

What I wouldn’t have given to have been naked beneath him and felt the hot liquid mixing with my own juices and drenching my spent dick.

I felt the moment Aleks came back to himself and realized what we’d done. He tensed up and then he was lowering his hands.

I expected him to panic and climb off me, but he didn’t. Instead he whispered, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say now.”

I kissed his neck.

“Anything you want.”

“You’ll think I’m being foolish,” he said.

“I can guarantee you that’s not going to happen.”

I felt him smile against me. “I think I messed up your shirt.”

“Good,” I said with a laugh.

“Not good,” he said. His fingers began stroking my beard. “I love wearing your shirt.”

“Then we’ll wash it.”

“Now?”

“Now,” I agreed.

He finally leaned up so he could look at me. His smile was languid and wistful. He ran his thumb over my mouth. “Will you feed me?” he asked. “I’m very hungry.”