Obsessed (The Protectors #13) - Sloane Kennedy Page 0,44

I had a feeling he was stroking himself. It wasn't until something hit the floor that I realized what he was doing. I looked down to see my shampoo bottle rolling across the wet tile. A moment later, Matias’s cock was pushing into my body. It registered that he'd used the shampoo as makeshift lube. If I hadn't been so desperate for him, I probably would have joked with him about using my very expensive shampoo in such a way. In any case, it provided enough slickness to get him inside of me. When he was fully seated, I let out a cry of relief.

"Open your eyes," Matias growled in my ear. I hadn't really even realized they were closed. "Look at yourself!" he demanded, his voice gruff.

I thought he meant for me to look down at my own hard length, but he repeated the command and added, "See what I see." It was then that I realized he was talking about the mirror across from the shower. It offered the perfect view of the two of us. Me pressed up against the glass and Matias’s big body behind me. I didn't even recognize myself. I'd never been fully comfortable with my body or my looks but seeing myself now was different somehow. I was different. I looked well-loved. I looked…

I looked like I was exactly where I belonged.

Matias chose that moment to pull out of me before thrusting deep once more. I cried out, watching my reflection as I did so. If I hadn't known the man in the mirror was me, I would've envied him. I would've envied the wildness in his eyes, the hard press of his fingertips against the glass, the rock-hard cock that was flushed with color.

I tried to keep my eyes open as long as I could as Matias fucked me, but it was impossible. There was just too much sensation to deal with. My ass stung as he pummeled me, but the burn quickly turned to an almost unbearable pleasure. Matias had me completely pinned, so I could do nothing but stand there and take it… take him. He grunted in my ear as his pace quickened and his lunges became more frantic. I was only dimly aware of the pleas that began to fall from my lips… the ones for relief. When Matias reached around me to grip my dick, I pressed my forehead against the arm I had folded in front of me. I ended up shifting my gaze back and forth between our reflection in the mirror and his hand on my shaft. I was fascinated with the expressions that passed over Matias’s features as he pounded into me. As detached and distant as he always seemed during the few conversations we'd had, his expressions were so very different when we were having sex. It was like he forgot that he had to hide from me.

It took just minutes for me to feel the orgasm reaching its breaking point. On the one hand, I didn't want it to end, but on the other, I couldn't stop reaching for that perfect relief that would make me forget about the real world for a while. Sex with Matias had become like a drug to me. All it had taken was one hit and I’d been a goner. I had no idea how I would survive it if this was the last time I got to have him like this.

Matias's hand quickened on my dick as he began slamming into me hard enough to push me up onto my tiptoes. I had nothing to hang on to, so I wrapped my left arm around the arm Matias had braced against the glass. I turned my head and pressed my mouth against his forearm as the orgasm built and built. There was the slightest shift in Matias’s angle as he drove into me. He hit my prostate on the next thrust and that instantly sent me crashing over the abyss of my release. I bit down on Matias's arm as I came. He shouted at the same time as he drove into me and began filling me with jet after jet of cum. By the time it was over, I was shaking and barely able to breathe and the only thing holding me up was the man behind me. He released my cock and wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me in place as aftershocks ripped through both of us with violent