Page 37 of Rook

“You’re full of knots,” Tessa said in response to that sound.

Yeah.

Knots.

That was the problem.

I could feel the way my cock was wetting the material of my pajamas. And maybe I shifted my hips another time, creating a friction my body was crying out for.

It took superhuman self-control not to reach down and start stroking myself as Tessa’s hands kept moving over me.

I just sat there, deep breathing, trying to think of anything but pulling her around me, yanking those silky pajamas and panties to the side, and slipping deep inside of her.

I was pretty sure that would get rid of my damn backache.

But all I could do was sit there and let her work out my knots.

“Any better?” she asked what felt like an hour later.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice just as thick as a few moments before, since my cock felt even harder, my balls fuller than before. “Thanks, babe,” I said, wondering how the fuck I could hide my erection once she stood up.

“Anytime,” she said, sounding like she meant it as I bent forward when she stood. “I’m gonna go see if I have the little heat pads I keep for when I have my…”

“Period,” I filled in when she didn’t finish. “You can say period.”

“Right. Well, that. I’ll be right back.”

With that, she walked into the bedroom.

I took two seconds to watch her ass before hauling myself off the couch and rushing toward the bathroom.

I’d barely managed to close and lean back against the door before my hand was sliding down and closing around my aching cock.

My head slammed back into the door as my breath hissed out of me.

I was so wild with need that my hips bucked up into my own damn grip as I stroked, every muscle in my body tense as I fucked my hand. My breath was fast and ragged, huffing out of my nose as I kept my lips pressed together, trying to keep any groans or curses in. Even if, in a sick way, the idea of Tessa out there hearing me jerking off only made me harder, needier for release.

It was a slippery slope to let my mind imagine Tessa. Especially since it was important that things stay uncomplicated and amicable between us for the foreseeable future.

But there was no stopping it when my eyes slid closed.

I was seeing her there, her hand in place of my own, stroking with one hand as her fingers teased my balls with the other.

Then, as I got harder, as my need dripped down my shaft, going down on her knees and sucking me into her mouth with a needy little whimper—like there was nothing else in the world she wanted to taste but me.

I let myself imagine grabbing the back of her neck, encouraging her to take me deeper, those pretty eyes on me the whole time as she let me fuck her throat.

I came hard, vision going white, a loud curse escaping me at the idea of my come sliding down her throat, of her greedily taking me in.

“Did you tweak your back again?” Tessa called, her voice full of genuine concern.

I imagined she wouldn’t be quite as worried if she knew I’d been thinking about her going down on me while she was just a few feet away, concerned about my well-being.

“No. No, I just… tripped,” I lied as I went over to the shower. “I’m just gonna take a quick shower,” I told her.

“Okay. I have the patch to stick on you when you come out.”

With that, I heard her walking away, so I stripped and climbed in the shower, cleaning up, then washing off.

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