Page 106 of Reading Between the Lines
“Stiff.”
I glided my hand lower and encountered his morning semi. “Indeed, you are.”
My head bounced on his shoulder with his soft chuckle, and he knocked me playfully with his casted hand. “Don’t get frisky unless you intend on doing something about it, and honestly, I’m not sure how much I can move this morning.”
Ipffed. “Sweetheart. Relationships are all about give and take. Plus, this is part of the benefits of sharing a bed. I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks. You don’t need to move. I can take care of you while you lie there and heal.”
I lazily stroked his cock, encouraging his blood to flow south. Diem grunted and closed his eyes. “I could… get used to this.”
“Sharing a bed?”
Another grunt.
“See? It’s not so bad, is it?”
“No.” He hitched his hips, grinding into my fist.
I tightened my hold and increased the pace.
Diem sucked air between his teeth. “Shit. Everything hurts, but that feels so fucking incredible.”
“Don’t move. Let me do the work.” I lifted the blankets and shimmied down his body, landing between his thunder thighs. He spread them wider, giving me room.
I brushed my nose along his length, inhaling and feathering my lips along the thick vein that stood out when he was turned on.
“Holy fuck, Tallus. Don’t be a fucking tease. Not today. I can’t take it.”
I chuckled. “Patience, Guns.”
“I don’t have any left after last night. You used it up.”
“Fair enough.” I wrapped my mouth around his cock and took what I could down my throat.
Diem jacked his hips on a cry. “Tallus… Ow, fuck… Oh my god, don’t stop. Ow, ow, ow.”
“Stop moving.”
“I can’t.”
“You’re hurting yourself.”
“Pain and pleasure. It’s a good mix. Keep going.”
A long moan filled the air as I took him into my mouth again, performing as many tantalizing tongue gymnastics as I could think of to elevate his enjoyment. At one point, he buried his fingers in my hair and guided me up and down his shaft.
Diem was a lot to take. His impressive length and girth meant I had to possess some serious superhuman skills if I wanted to deep throat, and god help me, I tried, but he was impatient that morning and didn’t let me get comfortable, pushing himself deeper.
I choked and came up sputtering.
Diem chuckled and tried to make me do it again.
I popped off. “Don’t be a bastard.”
More chuckling.
“You know, I preferred it when you didn’t have a sense of humor. Go back to being a miserable ass, please.”
Diem hooked his fingers under my chin and urged me up his body. “You make me forget to be miserable.”
