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Story: Her Protector on Route 14
He changes the rhythm, fucking me faster with his fingers and I follow as best I can, my fingers tightening around him as I get closer and closer. When he pushes me over the edge, I gently bite his throat to muffle my moan.
He frees his fingers and I rest against him, swimming in my own bliss until I hear the foil wrapper crinkle and look down to see him rolling a condom on. He sucks his fingers clean while watching me, breathing hard.
“Do you want to ride me, Holly?” he asks.
I nod eagerly and welcome him to lift me up and guide me down his cock. My head falls back. He’s perfect. Thick and long, stretching me open so I feel him completely. His arms wrapped around me, leaning me back so he can lick and kiss my breasts while guiding my hips.
“That’s it. See what feels good, darling. Roll your hips, bounce, whatever you want,” he pants.
That’s exactly what I do. I ride him, chasing my own pleasure and welcoming his thrusts whenever I drop myself down on him. He lifts his mouth from my breasts to kiss me, then press his forehead against mine as we move together. It’s so natural, so right.
I spread my hands over his shoulders and push myself faster and harder, rolling my hips, savoring the sound of skin on skin and how our moans mix. “Tanner, I’m so close.”
His hands tighten on my hips and he takes over. Even though I’m on top, he’s the one setting the pace, he’s thrusting into me and bouncing me on him until I come again, surrendering entirely to him and the pleasure he gives me.
Tanner rolls us over and pounds into me harder and faster, moaning my name, telling me how good I feel, how much he likes me until he comes apart. My heart threatens to burst out of my chest just to get closer to his. He kisses me again and lays his head on my chest. “You’re wonderful, Holly. So damn good.”
“Good enough for a round two this time?” I tease.
He chuckles and nods, kissing me again before guiding me into the shower.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, voice low and reverent.
Apparently, that means I’m not allowed to lift a finger. Tanner washes me slowly, thoroughly—his hands gliding over every inch of my skin with purpose and patience. He massages my scalp with gentle fingers, scrubs me clean like I’m something precious, and peppers my body with soft kisses and low praise that make my knees weak beneath the water.
By the time I finally convince him to let me return the favor, he’s already worshiped every part of me—and I’m aching to show him just how much that means.
Our second round starts with slick skin, steam curling around us, and his hands anchoring me to the wall. But it doesn’t stay gentle.
Tanner bends me forward, his chest against my back, and shows me exactly how good surrender can feel. He touches me constantly, his voice in my ear, low and raw and full of devotion. He tells me how beautiful I am, how good I feel, how much he wants me—and he listens when I fall apart beneath him, reminding me to breathe, to speak, tofeelevery second of it.
After another dizzying orgasm, he leans in, his breath hot against my cheek. “You okay?” he asks, a hint of laughter behind the concern.
I look back over my shoulder, smiling through the afterglow. “I’ve never been more okay in my life.”
He grins, laughs softly, then lifts me gently and carries me to the bed, water still glistening on our skin.
“I’d hopeokayis an understatement,” he teases as he eases inside me again, deeper, slower now—but no less intense.
I nod, gasping. “Yes. So much more than okay.”
And when he starts to move again, steady and unrelenting, I try to find better words—until he steals them from my mind completely.
All that’s left is bliss. Only him. Only this.
A kind of pleasure that feels like home—like safety, like everything I never knew I could have, all wrapped up in the way Tanner loves me.
Chapter 14 - Tanner
In the morning, I wake to find Holly curled tightly against me, her soft breath brushing against my neck. I rub her hip and press a kiss to her shoulder. She hums, sleepy and content, then shifts her hips back into me with the kind of trust that makes my chest ache.
Carefully, I untangle myself to start my usual morning routine—but then I pause, remembering the way she reacted the last time I left her alone in bed.
She’s already moved into my spot, seeking out my warmth in her sleep. That small gesture does something to me. I smile without meaning to—then catch myself.
Liking someone shouldn’t feel this dangerous. But it does. I’ve been telling myself that from the beginning. That I need to keep a distance. That the age gap matters. That getting too close could only end in regret.
But the truth is undeniable—Iwanther.
He frees his fingers and I rest against him, swimming in my own bliss until I hear the foil wrapper crinkle and look down to see him rolling a condom on. He sucks his fingers clean while watching me, breathing hard.
“Do you want to ride me, Holly?” he asks.
I nod eagerly and welcome him to lift me up and guide me down his cock. My head falls back. He’s perfect. Thick and long, stretching me open so I feel him completely. His arms wrapped around me, leaning me back so he can lick and kiss my breasts while guiding my hips.
“That’s it. See what feels good, darling. Roll your hips, bounce, whatever you want,” he pants.
That’s exactly what I do. I ride him, chasing my own pleasure and welcoming his thrusts whenever I drop myself down on him. He lifts his mouth from my breasts to kiss me, then press his forehead against mine as we move together. It’s so natural, so right.
I spread my hands over his shoulders and push myself faster and harder, rolling my hips, savoring the sound of skin on skin and how our moans mix. “Tanner, I’m so close.”
His hands tighten on my hips and he takes over. Even though I’m on top, he’s the one setting the pace, he’s thrusting into me and bouncing me on him until I come again, surrendering entirely to him and the pleasure he gives me.
Tanner rolls us over and pounds into me harder and faster, moaning my name, telling me how good I feel, how much he likes me until he comes apart. My heart threatens to burst out of my chest just to get closer to his. He kisses me again and lays his head on my chest. “You’re wonderful, Holly. So damn good.”
“Good enough for a round two this time?” I tease.
He chuckles and nods, kissing me again before guiding me into the shower.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, voice low and reverent.
Apparently, that means I’m not allowed to lift a finger. Tanner washes me slowly, thoroughly—his hands gliding over every inch of my skin with purpose and patience. He massages my scalp with gentle fingers, scrubs me clean like I’m something precious, and peppers my body with soft kisses and low praise that make my knees weak beneath the water.
By the time I finally convince him to let me return the favor, he’s already worshiped every part of me—and I’m aching to show him just how much that means.
Our second round starts with slick skin, steam curling around us, and his hands anchoring me to the wall. But it doesn’t stay gentle.
Tanner bends me forward, his chest against my back, and shows me exactly how good surrender can feel. He touches me constantly, his voice in my ear, low and raw and full of devotion. He tells me how beautiful I am, how good I feel, how much he wants me—and he listens when I fall apart beneath him, reminding me to breathe, to speak, tofeelevery second of it.
After another dizzying orgasm, he leans in, his breath hot against my cheek. “You okay?” he asks, a hint of laughter behind the concern.
I look back over my shoulder, smiling through the afterglow. “I’ve never been more okay in my life.”
He grins, laughs softly, then lifts me gently and carries me to the bed, water still glistening on our skin.
“I’d hopeokayis an understatement,” he teases as he eases inside me again, deeper, slower now—but no less intense.
I nod, gasping. “Yes. So much more than okay.”
And when he starts to move again, steady and unrelenting, I try to find better words—until he steals them from my mind completely.
All that’s left is bliss. Only him. Only this.
A kind of pleasure that feels like home—like safety, like everything I never knew I could have, all wrapped up in the way Tanner loves me.
Chapter 14 - Tanner
In the morning, I wake to find Holly curled tightly against me, her soft breath brushing against my neck. I rub her hip and press a kiss to her shoulder. She hums, sleepy and content, then shifts her hips back into me with the kind of trust that makes my chest ache.
Carefully, I untangle myself to start my usual morning routine—but then I pause, remembering the way she reacted the last time I left her alone in bed.
She’s already moved into my spot, seeking out my warmth in her sleep. That small gesture does something to me. I smile without meaning to—then catch myself.
Liking someone shouldn’t feel this dangerous. But it does. I’ve been telling myself that from the beginning. That I need to keep a distance. That the age gap matters. That getting too close could only end in regret.
But the truth is undeniable—Iwanther.