Page 76 of Power of the Mind

When Tallus’s hazel eyes found mine, I knew he understood them for what they were.

He didn’t ask. He covered his concern with the award-winning sultry and mischievous smirk I loved.

“Hold these.” He passed me his glasses. “They’ll get all steamy otherwise. Don’t fret. I’ll put them back on in a minute.” Then he winked, and before I could catch up, he descended on my cock, working like a champion to take as much down his throat as he could in one go, choking and gagging once but never giving up.

It was so comical after the serious moment of a second ago that I almost laughed.Almost.It was right there, tickling my lips, tightening my chest, but when Tallus used his throat muscles to squeeze, I cursed instead as a wave of pleasure rippled through me.

“Fuuuck. Tallus.” I growled and fisted the blankets, arching into the wet cavity of his mouth. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Tallus chuckled around my length before coming up for air, eyes watery and cheeks flush. “Don’t be smug. I know you’re getting a kick out of watching me try and fail to conquer this beast of a cock, but Guns, fuck me sideways. Seriously. You should require a concealed carry permit for this. How the hell do you buy pants?”

The strangled laugh returned, trying to choke me, but I snarled to hide it. I didn’t succeed. Tallus tilted his head andgave me a sly smirk as he pointed at my face. “Oh, I saw that. One of these days, Guns. It will happen. And when it does…” He winked and resumed the blow job.

It was easy to forget where we were and the possible implications of having Tallus in my bed when he paid me such incredible attention. All his rules went out the window. I closed my eyes, sucked in a breath, and held it as I absorbed the moment.

Before a storm, you can sometimes feel the electricity in the air. It vibrates and hums inside your brain. My entire body experienced a similar sensation. It rolled over my scalp and along my spine. It prickled the hairs on my forearms. It speckled my skin with gooseflesh. A tingling ache grew in my balls. Warmth surrounded me.

When I was sure Tallus was going to take me all the way with his mouth alone, he stopped and crawled up my body again. His lips were rosy and slightly swollen. His hair was mussed. His hazel eyes shimmered, and he was winded. “Condom?”

Dizzy and lightheaded, I indicated where I kept them in the top drawer of my dresser. Naked as the day he was born, Tallus got off the bed and sauntered over to find one. I stared, unable to process the events of the evening and how I’d ended up in bed with the man of my dreams when I’d gone out of my way to ensure he understood why this sort of thing should never happen.

Tallus found a foil-wrapped package and the bottle of lube I kept for a rainy day when Spark wasn’t producing what I wanted—or when I’d gotten it in my head to delete the damn app because it did nothing but piss me off when I browsed and realized every guy wasn’t Tallus.

He dropped the items beside me and resumed his position, straddling my waist. With his bottom lip between his teeth, he stroked himself. “Want to prep me?”

I did. Desperately.

But this was a far more intimate exchange than I was used to. Tallus wasn’t bent over the back of a couch or pressed against a wall in a dark alley. He was above me. Facing me.

I fumbled for the lube and poured some into my hand. He lifted himself and continued to work on his erection as I struggled to find the right way to do this, not sure where to put my other hand before remembering it was okay to touch him if I wanted. I felt so awkward and clumsy.

Recognizing my indecision, Tallus guided my free hand to his hip, offering a slight nod of assurance. I told myself not to cling too tightly, not to lose control and hurt him. I knew what to do with the other hand.

I ended up so lost inside my head, focused on the functional process of getting us from point A to point B without making a mistake, that when Tallus was ready to proceed, I missed the cues.

Before I knew it, he knocked my hand away with a growl. In a panic—because I thought I’d done something wrong—I removed both hands from his body, holding them up in defense.

It was on the tip of my tongue to apologize when Tallus took hold of me and lowered himself onto my cock. Static filled my brain, and noises of our combined pleasure filled the room.

“Jesus fucking… gah…” I growled.

“I know.” Tallus panted. “Goddamn, Guns.”

Tallus moved like a dancer. Hands planted on my chest, he gyrated, grinding, rising, and falling with perfect rhythm. All I could do was watch. I was along for the ride, and ride me he did.

Fuck he was gorgeous.

Tallus was not afraid to express himself. He openly moaned, vocalizing his pleasure, saying my name over and over. He engulfed me with bedroom eyes from behind dark-framed glasses.

He waseverything.

I hadn’t cried since I was eight years old, but I wanted to cry right then and there. Because the moment wouldn’t last. It was fleeting. Stolen. It wasn’t mine to have.

As much as I knew I couldn’t hold on to whatever this was, as much as I knew it wouldn’t last forever, I didn’t want Tallus to walk away. I didn’t want him to see me or this exchange in a negative light.

Exploring his body with my eyes was not enough. I needed to connect with him somehow. Bridge the gap. Do something.

Carefully, cautiously, I brushed my fingers over his hands where they were secured to my pecs, silently asking a question. He understood and weaved our fingers together, letting me hold him up as he moved on me, building the pleasure.

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