Page 69 of Protect Me
“What are you doing?” she asks, face flushed, lips already swollen.
“This time, you’re not lying injured on the floor,” I tell her, “So looking is fair game.”
“It’s only fair if I can look too,” she says.
With a single movement, I shove my sweatpants down to the floor and step out of them. Sway’s eyes widen as if she hadn’t expected me to comply. But she doesn’t realize I’ve been dying for this exact moment for days now.
Her gaze scans my body, and I watch her expression as she catches sight of my nipple piercings. She bites her lip, scanning lower. When she sees my already hard cock, her eyes widen.
“You’re pierced...there?” she asks.
I wink. “You’ll thank me later.”
Without missing a beat, I reach over and turn the shower on.
Turning back to her, I smirk as I edge closer to where she stands. “Your shy act doesn’t fool me, you know.”
“No?” she whispers, eyes twinkling.
“No. You know exactly what you want and exactly what the fuck you’re doing.”
Her lips curve in a devious smile. “Yeah,” she admits. “I do.”
She reaches up, winding her hands around my neck so she can pull me down to kiss her again. Her tongue darts out, licking my bottom lip, and surprised pleasure shudders through me.
“That’s it.” I grab her hips, lifting her clear off her feet, and carry her into the shower, setting her down again directly under the stream of hot water.
She shrieks, but all it does is turn me on that much more. I back her against the tile wall, and this time when our mouths meet, I let her feel my hunger in the way I claim her mouth. Her hands run up over my chest, the hot water streaming down between us. I growl as she grazes her fingers over the metal in my nipples before trailing lower to grab my cock in her fist. She runs her thumb lightly over the piercing on my dick, and I groan.
“Like I said, you know,” I tell her, pulling back just enough to trap her gaze with my own.
She meets my eyes. “I know I want you,” she says, breathless and smelling like lust.
“That’s a good damn thing,” I tell her. “Because I want you too, love, so fucking bad.”
I crush my lips to hers then grab her thigh and hook her leg around my waist; one then the other until her ankles are locked behind me and her thighs are squeezing my hips. Reaching around, I let my fingers slide over her wet skin and down between the globes of her ass, exploring her folds from behind.
She presses her tits against my chest, her hands tangling in my hair as she clings to me.
Slowly, I ease a finger inside her pussy. “Are you sore?” I ask.
“A little,” she admits, already breathless. “But—please, Killian.”
Her entire body is taut with need. Desire rolls her off her in waves even though she’s admitted to being sore. It shouldn’t turn me on—that she wants me still—but it really fucking does. After all, I’m no stranger to taking pleasure from a bit of pain.
It takes all my control to slowly ease that finger out again. “Please what?” I growl.
“Please, more,” she pants.
“There’s my girl,” I tell her, easing the finger in again.
She whimpers, and I increase the pace ever so slightly.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her. “Better than I imagined.”
She moves to the rhythm I’ve set, panting against my mouth as I fuck her mouth with my tongue at the same speed as my finger in her pussy. My cock presses against her core as she rocks back and forth with me now.
I move faster, reveling in the way her body responds to me. A moment later, her legs tighten, and her hands grip me tight as she tips her head back, the orgasm flooding her body.