Protecting My Hart (Protectors Series Book 1) (23 page)

Hartley’s hands grab the hem of my shirt pushing it up, forcing us to break the kiss as she pulls the shirt the rest of the way off. Our mouths crash back to each other, the soft moans coming from her make my dick harder. Her hands run over every inch of skin she can touch, setting me on fire. Her hands finding the button of my pants, her fingers quickly undo it. I guess she’s not so nervous any more. Carefully, she pulls down the zipper and then her hands slip inside my boxers as she grabs my ass. I groan into her mouth and she deepens the kiss. A hand slips around the side caressing me as she goes before she wraps her soft warm hand around my cock, squeezing as she pulls me free. Growling, I break the kiss, panting as her hand moves up, her thumb running over my piercing, her lips press back to my neck. As she’s walking us backward, she pushes my pants and boxers down. I kick them off before she pushes me on to the bed. My heart skips several beats and races wildly when she drops to her knees between mine. Her lips press against my chest, her tongue licking over the ridges of my muscles, her hands gently stroking my dick. I’m fighting to keep control of my body, and I’m losing.

“Hart,” I rasp out my hands caressing her back through her shirt.

Her eyes shine bright, and there is a sparkle of mischief in them as she gives me a slow sexy smile. “I want to play,” she whispers and then presses her lips back to my chest. Her grip around me tightens just enough that a groan passes my lips as hers move lower and lower.

I want to tell her that she doesn’t have to do this, that I am not expecting this from her, and after what she was made to do while in that house, I would never expect her to do this. I never want to force her into anything, especially when it comes to sex. I want to tell her all of this. I never want her to feel like sex is expected, let alone this. I want to tell her, but the words refuse to pass my lips. There is only one word that can pass my lips.

“Fuck!” I growl out and this is because Hartley’s tongue has just licked me from base to tip and the sensation shoots through me. She peppers kisses up and down my cock, letting out a soft moan. My cock jerks in her hand and her palm squeezes in a pulsating rhythm. Then her lips fall and her tongue flicks over my piercing, before her lips close gently and she sucks, pulling my tip and piercing into her soft warm mouth, causing every nerve in my dick to come alive. Sucking softly and slowly, she takes me inch by inch, and it’s fucking fantastic. My fingers slip into her hair and tangle there, holding on as she moves up and down. Her lips tighten just below the tip and my breath catches, so sensitive, so fucking intense. I feel her hand cup my balls, rolling and squeezing, adding to the already overwhelming sensations shooting through me. She increases her pace, moving faster up and down, sucking harder, lips tighter. Groans, torn from my throat, fill the room. My cock twitches between her lips, she moans, and it vibrates through me, bringing me higher still. I’m fighting my release, wanting this to last, but I can’t hold back much longer.

“Fuck. Hart. I’m gonna come. You gotta stop, Tesoro,” I pant, each word coming out on a ragged breath.

“Nnmmmm-mmm,” she murmurs and shakes her head.

“Shit!”

I can feel it continuing to build, and it’s going to be so intense, I’m shaking. I have no control over my body. Hartley sucks harder, her lips tighter. My fingers in her hair tighten. The pressure at the base of my spine increases, and I can’t hold it back any longer.

“Fuck!”
I shout as the pressure snaps, my hips buck up, my fingers press her head to me, keeping her there. She sucks harder, taking everything I give her while I shoot my release down the back of her throat. Groans, growls, and grunts from my lips match the rhythm of her sucking and moving. The grip in her hair loosens, and as I try to calm my breathing, Hartley continues to move, sucking, her lips press tight around the tip her tongue flicking my piercing. “Shit. Fuck. Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” I growl between clenched teeth. Being so sensitive from my release, everything she does skirts that extremely thin line between torture and pleasure and I’m not sure exactly which one it is that I feel. Her tongue swirls around the metal bar, my whole body jerks and I cry out. I seriously can’t take any more. Pulling her head back enough so she has to release me from her mouth, my hands leave her hair and grasp her arms pulling her up. My lips slam down to her, kissing her roughly. I can taste myself mixed with the sweetness of her mouth and to my surprise, my cock is getting hard again, forcing me to groan into her mouth while I pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. Her arms wrap around my neck and I feel her melt into me.

“Fuck, Tesoro!” I bite out between ragged breaths. Her face is flushed and her eyes have dilated. Fuck, her sucking my cock turned her on. I slip a hand between her legs, she’s soaked through her panties. Slipping beneath the soaked fabric, my fingers glide through her dripping pussy, and my dick grows harder still as she whimpers and coats my hand. My fingers slip inside and she’s tight, swollen, and pulsating with need. My thumb finds her clit which is swollen too, rubbing softly back and forth. Hartley lets out a rough whimper her face going to my neck where she begins to suck again, her hips moving against my hand, moaning as she climbs higher. I can feel her muscles clenching my fingers, trying to bring me deeper. I want her to come, I want to give her pleasure, but I want to be inside her when she does. Removing my hand, she whines in protest. I kiss her softly.

“I’ll take care of you, Hart. I wanna feel you come around my cock.” Her body quivers at my words. Standing with my arms around her, I turn and lay her back down on the bed while swiftly removing her panties. “Turn over, Hart. Get on your hands and knees.” Her eyes grow wide. She stares at me for a few moments before rolling to her stomach and doing as I said. I run my hands up her legs, lifting the shirt when I reach her ass. Fuck, her sweet beautiful ass. She has an ass that I can grab with both hands and both hands are full. Unable to resist, my hand comes down on one cheek; her surprised cry fills the room and turns into a low needy moan when I rub the sting out. Leaning over her, my lips find her neck; my hands running up her body, cupping her breasts, and my fingers roll her nipples. Hartley gasps and moans, her hips moving back into me. I press my cock against her, rubbing against her wet pussy. She jerks when my piercing grazes her clit.

“Do you like that, Tesoro?”

She moans. I move my hips again moving against her. My fingers pinch her nipples and she cries out.

“Do you want my cock inside you, Hart?

“Yes,” she rasps. I move my hips again.

“Want me to fuck you, Tesoro?”

“Yes,” she begs.

“Say it,” I demand, moving so I graze her clit again.

“Slyde,” she whispers.

“Say it, Hart,” I demand again, squeezing her nipples harder and moving my hips once again.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Slyde, fuck me.”

“That’s my girl.” My hands move to her hips. I guide my cock so I’m lined up and thrust into her, filling her, pushing in as deep as I can get. Her walls wrap around me tightly, and I have to fight again not to explode instantly. How the fuck can she do this to me? I have never had to fight so much for control over my body during sex. There’s my answer. Even this, even me wanting to fuck her, and I will, this is more than sex, more than fucking. Everything with Hartley is more. So much more. Hartley’s body shakes with my possession, and I give her a minute to adjust. Her rapid, ragged breathing is mixed with soft moans. Leaning over her again, I cup one of her breasts, squeezing and massaging, her pussy clenches around me.

“Hold on, Hart, I’m gonna make you scream,” I whisper in in her ear before nipping at it. She trembles beneath me, clenching again.

“Slyde,” her voice quivers. This is gonna be one hell of a battle for control.

Straightening back up, I pull my hips back and thrust back in hard and deep and she cries out. I keep my pace hard and fast. Her hands clench and tangle in the blanket. Cries and moans fall from her lips on each thrust. I swivel my hips, my piercing moves over her sweet spot, and I can tell because she cries out and collapses onto her elbows onto the bed.

“Slyde, please!” she begs, her voice shaking, her body shaking. She’s close. “Slyde, oh God, Slyde, please.” I move faster and slip my hand around, finding her clit and rubbing quickly back and forth.

“Aaaaaahhhhh!” she cries out her hands fist furiously in the blankets, her hips pressing back meeting my thrusts.

“Let go, Tesoro. Scream, Hart.”

The deeper I go, whimpers fall from her lips on ragged breaths. She gasps, dragging in air, her body tenses, my fingers pinch her clit, her back arches, her head flies back, and she screams loudly. Her pussy clamps down around my dick, pulsating, clenching, squeezing, she floods around me. I grit my teeth to keep from coming. She’s getting another orgasm tonight. My hips continue to move, the extra swelling of her pussy making her tighter, each thrust adds extra friction pulling against my piercing with every move, rapidly tearing away my ice-thin control. My fingers keep working her clit, faster, harder, she jerks and tries to make my hand stop. I know that the sensations are really intense for her right now, she’s barely come down from one orgasm, and I’m working her quickly to another one.

“Slyde. Please. No,” she whimpers.

“You’re gonna come again, Hartley,” I grunt out.

“No. I can’t,” she pleads, her voice desperate.

“Yes you will, Tesoro. Come with me, belleza.”

My thrusts become wild, hard, deep. She clenches around me, and I rub frantically over her clit; she stops breathing and then breaks again crying out. Her pussy clenches tight, and the pull and final push into her is my undoing.

“Fuck! Fucking shit! Motherfucking hell! Fuck, Hartley!” I growl out. My cock jumps, jerks, and convulses, while I pour into her. Hartley shakes and trembles, unable to hold herself up, she falls onto the bed completely, and I follow her down, continuing to rock into her gently. My arms on either side of her head, her hands reach up and wrap around them, her fingers tangling with mine and pulling them to almost wrap around her as we both try to bring our breathing under control.

“I’m here, mi amor. I’ve got you, Tesoro. Always.” I kiss her neck, and her cheek. I want to hold her closer, but I can’t do that in this position without crushing her. Gently, I pull out of her, my cock twitching at the resistance. Hart spasms as I pull out, and I feel the rush of our combined release flow out of her. Letting her go briefly, I grab my discarded shirt and use it to gently clean her. Tossing it back on the floor, I grab my boxers and slip them on. Her eyes find mine, they are hooded, her body relaxed as she watches me move. I pull the blankets back, and she starts to sit up, and I lift her and lay her back down in bed, and climb in next to her, pulling the blankets up over us, and pulling her straight into my arms. Her head rests on my chest, she is pressed against my side, her hand tangled with mine resting between us. This is what happiness feels like.

“Are you OK, Tesoro?”

“Yeah,” she whispers. “That was intense. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Same for me, never been like that before.”

“Really? I mean it makes sense that I’ve never felt like that, I’ve never really had an opportunity to feel that way, but you, you don’t have to tell me, but I know you’ve had more opportunities to feel like that.” Her voice remains soft, and is filled with such a vulnerability that breaks my heart.

“Hartley, regardless of the opportunities, I have never felt like that, ever. I know without a doubt that I will never feel like that, or like this right now with anybody else but you.”

“Slyde?”

“Yeah, Hart?”

“Was it um… What I did before we… Was it OK?” she asks cautiously, her voice still vulnerable. I roll us so that I’m hovering partly over her, but mostly so I can look into her eyes.

“Tesoro, what you did was incredible. Don’t ever doubt that. I’ve never come so hard before and then what you did after, fuck, that shit was intense. I’ve never experienced anything like that before, and I’m glad that it was you who did it. Don’t ever doubt that what you do isn’t good. Sex with you is more than sex, it’s more than fucking. It’s intense, one of a kind, overwhelming, and it’s a connection of our bodies, minds, hearts and souls. I love you, Hartley. Tu serás mi Tesoro, siempre.”

“Really?” she asks, tears filling her eyes.

“Yeah, Hart, really. Trust me, if there is ever something you do that I don’t like, I will tell you. Still, I never want you to feel scared or nervous to try something new. If you want to do it, then do it, and I will guide you if need be, but just follow your instincts, they work well. What you did was fuckin’ amazing, I swear I enjoyed it, everything you did was intense, and I’ve never felt that kind of pleasure so feel free to do that again.”

“OK,” she whispers on a smile. I smile in return and press my lips gently to hers, rolling back bringing her tightly to my side. Her head returns to my chest and she presses closer. Her hand finds mine again and tangles her fingers with mine.

“Te amo, Tesoro, and I promise, what we are feeling is only because it’s you and me.”

“How do you feel right now?”

“Nothing but happiness. I’m home, Hartley. Regardless of where we are, with you, I am home.”

“Yeah,” she chokes out. “I’ve never had a home, Slyde. You gave that to me, you’ve given me a home, a place to feel safe, a place to be happy. Even with all the bad stuff going on, I have a place where I can raise Ethan, a place to keep him safe. For the first time ever I don’t have to worry about how I’m going to buy him food and clothes. I get to enjoy playing with my son without being so tired. I sleep, and I’m not terrified to close my eyes. I feel like I can breathe. Slyde, you’ve given me all of that, you’ve given me a home. I can never thank you enough, and I will never be able to be able to repay you for this.”

My heart swells and breaks at her confession. She has been so alone her whole life, nobody to care for her, nobody to love her except me. I had to do it from afar and couldn’t help her and Ethan, who adores her, loves her so completely, but she has to protect him.