Page 32 of Reese’s Protection

He whimpered and nodded, and I whispered a string of curses when he began to suck harder again. I doubted he was doing that because he wanted to torture me, since his cock was still flying at half-mast. How much was he loving this? If his dick was any indication—a fucking lot.

“Color, sweetheart?”

“Green,” he muttered around my cock, which finally won a thrust from me.

He moaned and sucked harder. I tried to ignore it. I tried to stay still. I tried to not even breathe. But he nudged his way forward until the puffs of warm air leaving his nostrils ruffled my pubes as he massaged the underside of my cock with his tongue.

Heat slammed my gut, and I lost my load with a shout. My vision whited out for a second and my body trembled.

No orgasm had ever hit me so hard, and it was probably because we’d been working toward emptying my nuts for a long time. I didn’t know if I’d ever denied myself this long. The heat sliced through me in waves, and I cried out when I realized he was swallowing every drop, not letting a bit spill.

The sound from the TV rushed in, and then the real torture began. This was for him, so I had to let him have my cock, but I was so fucking sensitive. Reese snickered as he continued to suckle on my spent cock while it went down. His eyes were closed, and I doubted I’d ever seen a person look so totally relaxed. The awful torture transformed into prickling heat and need much faster than I’d thought it would. I stroked my fingers through his sweaty hair.

“I could do this for the rest of my life,” I whispered. “You’re so beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”

He smiled and leaned back. His lips, swollen from sucking me, were fucking perfect. My spit-slick dick glistened and was halfway hard again. My belly almost cramped with the delicious spasm that shot through me, and my cock firmed until it was brushing his lips again while he lay there staring up at me.

“Me too. The rest of my life,” he said.

I tapped his nose. “How about we do this another hour? I don’t want your jaw to get too sore.”

He shrugged. “I want all night.”

Excitement pelted through me. It would be so much torture to have him on my dick all night. My mouth watered for it. I’d never heard anything so fucking fantastic. “We’d have to work up to that.”

“Be easier if I lived here.” He batted his eyelashes at me.

“You’ve been staying here.” I frowned at him and stroked a finger over his lips.

“Most of my stuff is still at Layton’s.”

Nodding, I swallowed hard. “We can bring everything here. Tomorrow.”

“Good.” He kissed my cockhead, and I shuddered. It was such a horrible tease, so good it was almost bad. “I thought you’d never ask.” He closed his lips around me again, and I cried out, tears sliding from the corners of my eyes.

I’d never thought I would have something this good, this sweet, and this flawless before the night I’d rescued Reese. I slid my hand down to drag the cuffs a little closer and hold on for dear life. I had no idea what would happen down the line, but I never wanted to let Reese go. I would kill to keep him—hell, I already had—and I would give him anything.

He sucked harder.

I moaned, then smiled. I had a feeling I would never look at a simple blowjob the same way again, since he was actively ruining me for any other man.

But that was just fine. Despite the fact that he was the one locked in cuffs, I was starting to realize he might hold the key to my heart.

11

REESE

I moved my jaw from side to side, my hand gripping my chin. The pleasant ache was a reminder of what we’d done last night, and the thought had my cock twitching. I’d fallen asleep with his cock in my mouth, and when I’d woken this morning, he’d fucked me until he sent a protein breakfast directly to my belly. Between the soreness of my jaw and my throat, everything was fucking amazing.

“I’d ask you why you’re grinning like an idiot, but I don’t want to know because I bet it has to do with Knox.” Layton rolled his eyes as he dropped another box on Knox’s—our—bed. He shrugged, smiling. “But I’m glad you’re happy, even if it’s with my brother.”

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fuck him?” I sighed dreamily as I leaned against the doorjamb of our bedroom. “And now I’m living with him. He’s my partner. I get to sleep beside him every night. I’m the luckiest fucker in the world.”

“I’d argue with that, but you’re enjoying your life, so I won’t.” Layton closed in on me and dragged me into a hug, and I sighed in his warm embrace. “As long as he treats you right, I’ll support your relationship.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tightened them. “He does. I’ve never been happier.”

“Good.”