Obsessed (The Protectors #13) - Sloane Kennedy Page 0,13

was pressed against mine. I used my hand to control both the pressure and the pace as I began grinding against him. It didn't take long for Sam to take over and make my hand on his ass unnecessary. The heat in my body made it feel like I was going to go up in flames. It was too much too fast, but I still managed to maintain control of myself.

I couldn't say the same for Sam.

He was hanging on to me for dear life as he desperately pumped his dick against mine. Even through two layers of fabric, I could tell that he was as hard as me, if not harder. Based on the little cries that were falling from his lips even as he tried to continue to kiss me back, I suspected he was in even worse shape than me when it came to needing to find a release. I was proven right when Sam ripped his mouth from mine and looked down between our bodies. Then his crazed eyes looked at mine and he cried out, "Matias?"

He sounded so confused and scared that I actually considered stopping the whole thing. But I knew that wasn't what he really needed. I'd never had a guy get so lost in the need to come as Sam was right then. With any other guy, I might've enjoyed teasing him and drawing things out, but listening to Sam's little half sobs as he desperately tried to get himself off using my body wasn't something I was even remotely interested in doing. I had to give Sam what he needed like I needed to take my next breath.

"I've got you," I growled as I reached between our bodies and worked Sam's pants open. I could feel the sweat coursing down my forehead and spine as my own desire ticked up to a whole new level. Whatever was about to happen, I knew it would be fast and hard… and goddamn perfect.

The second my fingers closed around Sam's hot flesh, he cried out and threw his head back so it hit the wall behind him. As I began sliding my hand up and down his shaft, I slipped my free one between his head and the wall to keep him from causing himself any kind of injury. Because he was that lost in the throes of passion. An intoxicating mix of grunts, whimpers, and cries erupted from his mouth as I jerked him off. His fingers bit into my biceps as he clung to me. He thrust his hips to try to match the rhythm of my hand, but I had no interest in him trying to participate in the process.

He was mine and I was going to take care of him my way. I was going to give him what he needed.

With that thought in mind, I used my hips to hold him against the wall. I could feel my own hand rubbing against my cock through my pants, but I knew there was no time for me to take myself out so I could rub one out along with him. He was just too far gone.

I kept my other hand as a pillow for his head but braced my forearm against the wall so I could freely thrust my hips against his. As close as I was, I knew I wouldn't be able to catch up to him. Copious amounts of pre-cum were seeping from the head of his dick, acting as lubricant for my hand. His cock was an angry red color that was just further proof of how badly he needed to find his release. But something seemed to be holding him back, and I had an idea of what it was.

I increased the pace of my stroking as I leaned in and pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth. "Come for me," I demanded.

That was exactly what it was. A demand. Not a request, not a suggestion. It was a flat-out order and it was exactly what he needed.

Sam cried out in relief as his body exploded. If I hadn't been holding him against the wall, I wasn't sure he would've been able to stay upright as the orgasm ripped through him. As it was, his fingernails bit into my arms as his body jerked and thrashed against mine. It was a breathtaking sight to behold. I'd seen plenty of guys come before, but never like this. Never had I seen someone so completely consumed