Page 77 of A Breath of Life
His half-lidded gaze locked on me with such intense yearning it didn’t feel real. Nothing about our relationship felt real.
Then, the unthinkable happened. Tallus crooked a finger.
I floundered and shook my head. “I can’t.”
He crooked it again, wetting his lips in a languid drawing of his tongue.
Mouth too dry to form words and brain too rattled to argue, I moved toward him despite my uncertainty. Tallus hooked an arm around my waist when I was within reach and urged me forward the last few inches until our bodies aligned.
My joints remained locked and immobile as he rubbed against me. The hard press of his erection grinded my thigh. My brain misfired.
When I didn’t reach out and touch him, Tallus hitched a brow. “Don’t just stand there. Touch me, D.”
I didn’t usually need reminders anymore and cursed under my breath, which seemed to amuse him. Touch him. I’d learned how to touch him. I loved touching him, and I wanted nothing more than to obey.
Tallus’s shower-warm skin melted my resolve. I pressed one hand to his lower back and glided the other over his perky ass. My hold hampered his ability to dance, but that didn’t stop him from trying.
The solution was to join him, but I couldn’t figure out how to move.
“Come on, Guns. You can do it.”
Tallus, ever in control, clung to my hips and gently guided me in a sway. “That’s it. Feel the beat. It’s a delicious grind. There you go. You’ve got this.”
And fuck if my head didn’t want to explode when I found Tallus’s rhythm. The friction of his body brushing my cock was minimal, but I was so fucking turned on the pleasure decimated me.
“Jesus, Tallus,” I growled.
“I know.” He grinned and ground his erection against my leg, still moving, never missing the beat. “I told you. It’s foreplay. It feels really fucking good, doesn’t it?”
I made a noise in my throat that I hoped conveyed my agreement.
My movements weren’t nearly as fluid, but I caught on and worried less about how ridiculous I looked and instead focused on the hot man in my arms.Myhot man. If rubbing up against Tallus was the goal, I would win the game. I gripped his ass and pressed him tighter against me.
Tallus whimpered and moaned as he closed his eyes.
It was kinky. It was seductive. It was more than I expected.
Growing brave, I turned him so his back was to my front and wrapped my arms around his middle. With our bodies locked together, Tallus found the beat, encouraging me to copy. I moved with him, unable to stop. His scent surrounded me. I wanted more.
Lured into his seductive game, I brought my mouth to the curve of his shoulder and kissed a path over his heated skin. The whole time, I never stopped rutting against his backside. Pleasure coiled in my low belly, ached along my length, and pooled in my balls.
Tallus tipped his head, tilting it to the side as he exposed his neck. His eyes fluttered closed as I tongued the length of the taut tendons, ending by his ear. He moaned, pressing his ass harder against my cock. Fuck I wanted to be inside him.
He’d washed the day’s sweat away and tasted clean and fresh. He tasted like Tallus—a potent drug I never wanted to quit. An addiction stronger than any of my vices, one I would never give up for the world.
I took his earlobe into my mouth and tongued it, suckling gently as I skated a hand over his hard cock.
Tallus rocked his hips, encouraging friction. I stroked him through his underwear, acutely aware of the other requests he’d made when determining suitable prizes for a successful lockpicking.
The idea of marking him disturbed me on a cellular level. I wanted to push those thoughts away, but the desire to please Tallus trumped everything. I didn’t know if I could follow through, but for him…
My erection flagged slightly at the thought, but he didn’t notice.
I abandoned his earlobe and peppered kisses over his neck, gently scraping my teeth along his skin, testing myself.
Bite me, he’d said. He wanted teeth marks. Slaps on the ass. Bruises. I couldn’t.No.I grazed my teeth over his skin again as a sick sludge coated my belly. It was not hard enough to mark, but he groaned and trembled with pleasure. With anticipation. Was I a disappointment?
“Diem…” Another whimper. “I need you inside me.”
