Page 8 of Her Older Protector

He releases me for just a second to unload his handgun and place it on the table near the door, then herds me into my small, sparsely decorated living room. I drop into my worn couch and he sinks to his knees in front of me, inching between my legs to pull me close again and drop another hot, hungry kiss on my lips. It feelssogood to be close to him—he’s big and stable and safe, and so fucking sexy that I feel like I could look at him for years and never get enough.

“What are you comfortable with?” he asks gently after he breaks the kiss. His lips brush against mine again as I let out another shaky breath. Gentle fingers skim against the sides of my breasts, and shivers erupt on my skin. “Is this okay?”

“God, yes,” I mutter, arching into his exploring hands. “More.”

He leans in and kisses my neck as his hands trace the curves of my body, learning every dip and curve. I sigh with pleasure at his nearness, at the hunger he telegraphs to me with every movement.

This is what it feels like to want someone and be wanted in return. Not control, not ownership—just two people, exploring their connection. And even though Jake is so much bigger than me, I know that he would never use his size to intimidate or hurt me.

His fingers land on the button of my jeans, and he tugs gently as he looks up at me with a question in his eyes. I bite my lip and nod, savoring the frisson of excitement building in my center. Jake slowly pulls my jeans down my legs, leaving me in just panties and my shirt on my couch. I bite my lip nervously as he runs a single finger up my panty-covered center. Up and down over my sensitive flesh, until shivers ripple across my exposed flesh. A soft whine escapes me and he chuckles, capturing my gaze in his as he leans down to drop soft kisses on my inner thighs.

“When’s the last time anybody took care of you like this?” he asks. His tone is gentle, with just a hint of mischief. “Or have you been taking care of yourself, like you did this morning?”

My face flames and my clit throbs as I remember touching myself this morning, rolling around in the Jake-scented sheets while I pretended it was his hands. His mouth.

“Did you pretend it was me?” he asks. He hooks his fingers in my waistband and pulls the fabric down over my hips. “Did you think about me the whole time?”

“You know I did,” I breathe as he slides my panties down my legs and tosses them over his shoulder. He spreads my legs wide and moves in a little closer, eyes dark and hooded as he stares at my exposed flesh.

He bends his head and drops a delicate, sucking kiss on the throbbing bud of my clit. My legs start to close involuntarily, and he holds them open with his big, warm hands as he kisses me again, swirling his tongue over the aching pearl as I groan with pleasure. It feels incredible.

My nipples ache as he works my clit with firm swipes of his tongue, and I yank my shirt off over my head and cup my breasts through my bra, gently rolling my nipples with my forefinger and tongue. He looks up and wordlessly groans his approval. I feel powerful like this, taking my pleasure from this big, mysterious man.

“More,” I demand, and rock against him.

He breaks away from my pussy, breathing hard. “Bossy girl,” he says with a smile, then attacks my pussy again, tongue wiggling against my clit in long, aggressive licks as his fingers slip inside my aching channel. I look down to see his free hand slip between his own legs and rub the thick bulge of his cock over his jeans.

“Gonna come,” I pant. He doesn’t respond, just speeds up his frantic licks and twists his big fingers as he thrusts in and out.

I shriek as I detonate against his aggressive fingers and tongue, riding his face as the hard waves of pleasure threaten to drown me. His licks slow and gentle, and he carefully withdraws his long fingers from my wet channel. I watch in fascinated silence as he sucks them clean.

He leans down and brushes his lips against mine, lingering for just long enough to let me taste my own flavor.

“You’re a goddess,” he says, his tone husky with his arousal. “The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

My cheeks heat. “I’ve never been like that before with anyone.”

He chuckles. “You were gorgeous when you came on my tongue, baby.”

I yawned, aware of the sudden rush of fatigue that threatened to overwhelm me. The adrenaline of Patrick’s visit and the scorching hot orgasm drained my last drops of energy. I looked at Jake and smiled.

“Would you stay with me?” I asked. “I just...I want someone to...”

“I would love to hold you while you sleep,” he replies, and the sweetness and sincerity in his voice are so real and comforting that tears spring into my eyes. I stand up and lead him into my bedroom, where he strips down to his boxer shorts and slides in between the covers of my modest little bed. I slip on a loose t-shirt and stand next to my side of the bed, biting my lip nervously as I look down at this handsome, generous stranger. He smiles at me, opening his arms wide as he beckons me closer.

“Come on,” he says. “I’ll keep you safe.”

With a sigh, I crawl in next to him, and he immediately envelops me in his big, muscled arms.

Idofeel safe, I think. So safe that I drift off to sleep almost immediately, and my last thought before the darkness takes me is how good it feels to not be lonely for once.

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There’s no more sign of Patrick that night. Jake inspects my driveway and yard the next morning and doesn’t find any footprints or evidence that he’s been back.

While I’m at work later, my cell phone rings, and my cheeks warm when I see that it’s Jake.

“Hey, you,” I say quietly.

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