Sinful Protector

by Mia Ford

  “Do you want more?” he asks, his voice pitched low.

  “Yes,” I moan. If it will mean Kyle touching me more and wrecking me further, I want everything he’ll give me. “Fuck, yes, please.”

  He grins at me and pulls himself to his feet. He’s still wearing his jeans and I’m still wearing the robe, even if it’s now open and pulled underneath me. I feel like a mess, and I can’t bring myself to care.

  Jesse who? He’s the furthest thing from my mind right now. All I want is Kyle’s hands to be back on me.

  Kyle leans in and kisses me, and I throw my arms around his neck as our tongues tangle. The kiss isn’t as rushed as it was before, and I breath in. His breath smells like coffee and toast, and I’m sure mine isn’t much better, but I don’t care.

  When he pulls back, I leave my arms linked around him, and he pulls me up to with him, hauling me up until my chest is pressed against him. My ear is pushed against his collar bone, and I can feel his heart thudding beneath me. It’s an oddly soothing sensation that makes my own chest tighten and then relax, reminding me that I’m safe here.

  “You alright?” Kyle asks, and I can feel the question rumbling through his chest.

  “Fine,” I sigh.

  I feel calmer now, I realize. I’m not as frantic as I was before, desperate for Kyle’s touch before I fell to pieces. He had put me back together in that alley, my frenzied mind had decided, so surely he could do the same today. His touch would stop me from breaking.

  And it did. Now my fingers have stopped trembling, and I can sit here quietly for a moment, listening to Kyle’s heartbeat. Perhaps he understands, because he doesn’t move, just stands and waits for me to be ready.

  When my breath is no longer stuttering in my chest, I open my eyes, unaware that I had closed them at some point. Kyle’s breathing is even beneath my ear. He’s calm and content, too.

  Time to change that.

  He shifts as I move, turning my head to press my lips against his skin. I kiss downward until I reach his nipple, and I nip at it, making him gasp. His heart rate, I notice, instantly begins to speed up, and I smile against him, pleased at the reaction. Kyle can make me fall apart with his touch alone. But that’s okay, because I can do the same to him.

  I lick his nipple again and he shudders at my touch. Encouraged by his reaction, I find his other nipple and bite that too before licking over it. I can feel his erection straining against his jeans against my leg. My robe is brushing against us both; it’s almost too much on my sensitive skin, and it’s already fallen down to my elbows, to the point where I’m barely wearing it anymore. I leave it on, though; the two of us being half-clothed is strangely arousing, and I wonder if Kyle feels it too and if that’s why he hasn’t yet taken anything off.

  “Touch me, Kyle,” I whisper. “Make me feel you.”

  His hands are instantly on me, sliding over my shoulders and over my breasts, pinching the nipples and massaging the skin. My own hands are exploring, running over his broad shoulders and down the curve of his spine, bumping over the ridges of his muscles. I’m intimately familiar, now, with these parts of Kyle’s body, and touching them again makes me aware of everything that I’ve already learned about him.

  I’ll need to sit down and really talk to him soon, I decide hazily. It isn’t fair that we could know each other’s bodies so well, and yet still know next to nothing about each other’s lives.

  The thought is swept away when Kyle nips at my ear and licks at the lobe, his hot breath brushing against my eardrum. I can reflect on what we’re missing in our relationship later. Right now, I just need to focus on what Kyle is doing to me and what I’m doing to him.

  “Allison, your body is fucking perfect,” Kyle murmurs into my ear, biting the lobe again. “It’s so responsive when I touch you. I bet you would just fall apart if I kept teasing you like this.”

  I would, and I would love every minute of it. My back arches as his hand trails down my spine.

  “Do you want me to break you?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I hiss, throwing my head back, exposing my neck to him.

  He smiles against my collar bone.

  “I’m going to tear you apart,” he promises, “until you don't know anyone’s name but mine.”

  That sounds absolutely perfect right now, I decide. I moan at his words as he presses in closer. I can feel his penis throbbing against me in his jeans, and I’m so close to the edge that one more good push will send me into a spiral of pleasure.

  But then Kyle steps away, pulling himself from my grasp. For a moment I have no idea what’s going on until his huge hands cup my elbows and pull me off the table.

  I almost think I’m going to fall, because my legs are wobbly. I stumble forwards, pressing against Kyle’s body, and use the opportunity to drag him into a kiss, raising myself onto my toes for better access. He responds hungrily, pushing my robe off my arms to allow it to drop to the floor, and then opening his mouth so that he can suck my tongue into it, his teeth scraping against my bottom lip. It feels like he’s devouring me, and I push forward even further, almost wanting to be merged with him if I could only find some way to satisfy this craving within me.

  But there’s no satisfaction here. Kyle is addictive, and I won’t be content until I’ve taken everything he’ll give me.

  It takes me a moment before I realize that Kyle is moving backward, dragging me along with him. I don’t care where we’re going, though, and I meet his kiss with equal fervor, dragging everything out of him.

  Then he turns around and I’m falling backward until I hit the soft cushions of the couch. I look up at him and laugh.

  “You like letting me fall,” I accuse him.

  “I like the surprise on your face,” Kyle corrects, leaning over me.

  He captures my lips again and presses me back against the arm of the couch, maneuvering me until I’m laying lengthways on it. I’m too tall for it and my ankles hang over the other arm, but I’m too far gone, right now, to mind.

  We separate, breathing heavily at each other.

  “I thought you were going to break me,” I challenge.

  He grins. “I’m getting there, you fucking tease.”

  He stands up and takes a step back. His grin widens as my breath catches when his hands go to the button on his pants, teasingly flicking it open. Then he grabs the zipper, playing with it for a moment with one hand while palming himself with the other, his hips bucking against midair and the pressure.

  “Unzip it,” I say hoarsely.

  “At your command,” he says, his voice low.

  He drags the zipper downward, and his erection springs free from the fly, hard and weeping from being confined for so long. Kyle’s eyes lock on mine and he slowly shimmies the jeans down his hips, dropping them to the floor before stepping out of them.

  “Next time,” he says huskily, stalking back over to me. “You can give me a strip show.”

  “Just remind me of that and I’ll give you a lap dance, too,” I say, my voice husky with need.

  “I’ll fucking hold you to that,” Kyle says.

  He swings a leg over me and straddles my hips. The couch groans and there’s definitely not enough room for both of us on here, but neither of us cares. Our naked skin meets and we both moan, panting as we pause, adjusting ourselves and trying to take a breath before we continue on.

  “Ready?” Kyle asks for a moment.

  “Fuck me,” I reply.

  Kyle grins and lifts himself up, one hand braced on the arm beside my head, the other gripping the back of the chair. My legs fall open, one of them falling off the couch as Kyle settles between them and lines up. His penis teases me for a moment, rubbing against me as the tip slowly slides in.

  “Faster!” I groan.

  “Fuck,” Kyle gasps, and then he grins. “I can do faster.”

  His hips snap forward, burying himself in one smooth movement, and I throw my head back with a guttural cry, my vision going black for a split
second at the overwhelming pleasure that races through me. Kyle, sweat dripping from his body and glistening on his muscles, chuckles.

  “Now, I’m going to fuck you hard,” he murmurs.

  He pulls out and snaps back in, his hips moving back and forth. Helplessly, my hips try and thrust down to meet his, but each thrust sends black spots crawling against my vision; he’s found my g-spot, and he’s trying to strike it each time, leaving me unable to do anything but writhe underneath him.

  “I’m going to wreck you,” Kyle promises. “I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll never forget it.”

  Never forget… I like that idea. If I never forget, I can draw the memory up when I need it, and use it to wash away every other feeling even when Kyle isn’t here. I wonder if that’s his aim. I decide I don’t care if it is.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg.

  “Never,” he whispers and kisses me.

  Never. I never want this to end. Why does it always have to end eventually? My heart is pounding in tandem with Kyle’s, and I can barely figure out where he ends and I begin. He’s in me so deeply that we might as well be one, because we’ve shared everything. Every scar, every dimple, every sensitive spot that could be exploited. I’ve felt his penis, he’s explored inside me. Our bodies hold no more secrets from one another.

  I curl my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate to continue hanging on for just a few moments longer. I can feel my climax building in me and it’s going to explode at any moment, dragging me under and pulling Kyle along with me. But I want to relish these last few seconds before we’re pushed over the edge, and commit them to memory for me to remember later, when I need to.

  Kyle pulls back, our lips separating.

  “So close,” he moans. “So fucking close, your body is so tight around me, Allison.”

  I clench around him without meaning to, and his hips snap forward. With that last thrust, I’m thrown over the edge, my vision going black for a second as pleasure knocks me over with a cry. I feel Kyle thrust a few more times, and then his body trembles with his own release, shaking on top of me. We ride it out, clutching each other, trying to anchor each other as we shake and moan, helpless to do anything against the force of the orgasm that has ripped through us.

  Then Kyle collapses on top of me, panting. His body is stiff, and I wonder if he’ll be sore in a few hours. I barely fit on the couch, and we’ve just squashed ourselves on it to have sex. At the time it didn’t seem to matter; we were too desperate to care where we were. But now I’m starting to feel the pain, and it has to be worse for him.

  After a moment, Kyle rolls off me and slumps on the floor beside the couch, groaning. I sit up, propping myself up against the back of the couch.

  “Ouch,” Kyle grumbles.

  A reluctant grin quirks at my lips.

  “You’re the one who carried me to the couch,” I feel the need to point out.

  “Yeah, well, I didn’t think that through,” Kyle said, making a face as he rubs his lower back. “Still, though…” He looks up at me and spears me with an intent look. “How do you feel?”

  I blink, puzzled. How do I feel? I’m not entirely sure why he’s asking me that now. I feel sated and content and…

  My thoughts trail off.

  Oh.

  “Okay,” I say, shrugging. Kyle frowns at me and I manage a smile back. “Really, I feel alright. I feel better than I did. Thanks.”

  Thanks for what? For giving me what I wanted, allowing me the moment I needed to erase everything so I didn’t have to feel it all? For making me briefly forget Jesse again?

  “It’s fine,” he says.

  We sit quietly. It’s isn’t awkward, despite the fact that we’re both naked and catching our breath from a round of fierce sex. I’m cold, so I cover myself with a blanket that was left on the couch and curl my legs beneath me.

  “Want to watch a movie?” I ask.

  Kyle looks up at me. It feels ridiculous to ask, especially after what we just did together, but he smiles.

  “Sure,” he says. “Want some more coffee?”

  “I’d love some,” I say, smiling back. “I have some popcorn, too.”

  Kyle heaves himself to his feet and wanders away, collecting his trousers as he goes. A moment later, my robe flies through the air and settles on my head, while Kyle laughs at me.

  “Popcorn sounds great,” he says, turning the kettle on. “Do you want to get dressed first?”

  “I’m okay with lounging around,” I say, shrugging the robe on and tightening the belt. “If you don’t mind.”

  “It’s fine,” he says. “Pick a movie, I’ll find the popcorn in the cupboard.”

  I slide off the couch and open the cupboard underneath my television, scanning the DVDs I have stored there. There would be time enough, later, to talk about Jesse and everything that I’m feeling about him, I decide.

  For now, though, I just want to curl up next to Kyle and ignore the rest of the world until I have to face it again. For just this moment, I want to feel safe.

  I can figure out the rest later.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kyle

  My phone vibrates and I whip it out of my pocket, staring at the screen. It’s just a notification, though, and I curse myself for my own stupidity, rolling my eyes at myself. I sent Allison a message only half an hour ago, and she was likely still at college, or out with some friends, since she isn’t home yet.

  Not that I should know that. I remember how she joked, before, about how I was a stalker, and I gloomily think that I’ve become closer to that than I meant to recently.

  It’s been three days since Jesse left those photos for Allison to find. I ended up staying the night, this time on the couch since neither of us trusted ourselves to keep our hands off each other. On Sunday, however, Allison went shopping with Jacqui, and then we both went back to our regular lives yesterday.

  As such, I took up my new hobby. Apartment watching. It’s a wonder no one has called the police on me yet, or maybe no one has noticed me skulking around the alley, glaring at the apartment as I wait for Jesse to show his face. I’m starting to wonder if maybe Allison was right about her original assessment; he really is a fucking coward.

  The main problem is that he’s a desperate coward, and that makes all the difference, unfortunately. I grimace and rub my head, glancing at my phone again. Still no answer from Allison.

  That’s okay, I tell myself. She doesn’t have to answer. She’ll probably answer later.

  Despite the fact that I haven’t actually seen Allison since Sunday morning, when we finally parted ways, we’ve spoken over messages. Sometimes I think she knows that I’ve been staking out her apartment in the middle of the night, because she sends messages that say “Don’t stay up too late” and “You’re going to fall asleep at work if you stay up all night”. She hasn’t reprimanded me or told me to stop, though, which tells me more than I think she wanted to about how shaken up she is about this situation with Jesse.

  I’ve also conversed with Jacqui. At some point during the game of poker, Jacqui got hold of my phone and put her number into it. Annoyed by the lack of privacy, I put a password lock on it, but the damage had already been done. Now she sends me messages about Allison, and I wonder if Allison’s spoken to her about her suspicions about me guarding her apartment in the evenings.

  “Allison is finally considering looking for a new apartment. What did you say to her?”

  “Allison tells me that you stayed until Sunday ;)”

  “She seems cheerful today. You must be good for her”

  That last one made me drop a heavy metal pipe on my foot at work. I’m good for Allison? I’m still not sure if I am, since I’m allowing her to ignore her problems (since we still haven’t spoken about Jesse), but I’m pleased by the comment, regardless. Old Man Brooks just rolled his eyes at me when he saw my grin and wandered away.

  Suddenly, my phone vibrates in my h
and. At first, I think it’s another notification, but then I see it’s the message I’ve been waiting for from Allison.

  I unlock the phone quickly and read the message.

  “Tonight? No plans. Movies and popcorn?”

  I grin. I had asked her what her plans for the night were. I should have asked yesterday, but I chickened out at the last minute. Today, however, I was going to send that message no matter what. Suddenly, the half hour that I’ve waited on tenterhooks are worth it. I send a reply:

  “Sounds great. I’m picking the next movie. The last one sucked.”

  The reply comes much quicker this time.

  “Hey, asshole, that was one of my favorites!”

  I laugh and then another message comes in.

  “I’ll see you later ^_^”

  No time, I notice, bemused. Just a “later”. She definitely knew that I was keeping an eye on her apartment, and likely expected me to just be here whenever she did turn up. Seems I’ve done a shitty job of going undercover. Maybe even Jesse knew I was here, which is why he hasn’t shown up at all.

  Well, at least I’ve done a mostly good job, then. If I’m scaring Jesse off, it means he isn’t in the apartment, scaring Allison.

  I lean against my bike, surveying the street. I wonder if Allison is already on her way home.

  “Hey, Kyle! What are you doing here?”

  I look up. It’s Grant. He’s wearing his jacket, which is unusual; normally I see him behind the bar where he wears black clothes and an apron. He smiles good-naturedly at me as he approaches, a plastic bag in one hand and waving with the other.

  “Grant,” I greet. “This isn’t your usual route?”

  “No, my taxi driver got lost, but I recognized the area so I told him to drop me on this street,” Grant says, rolling his eyes. “His GPS wasn’t working right. At least I got a discount.”

  I laugh. “That’s good.”

  “So what are you up to?” Grant asks curiously. “I haven’t seen you around much since last Thursday, and now I find you sulking around this alley.”

  “Nothing,” I try to say nonchalantly.