Diem grunted and cursed, his body shivering with pleasure.
No matter my determination, I had never been able to take every inch—the man was hung like a fucking horse—but Diem seemed to appreciate the effort and my unwillingness to give up. I set a languid pace that brought out more curses.
He jacked his hips, demanding and changing the rhythm, a silent plea for me to speed-the-fuck-up.
I didn’t.
The gradual build would end in something far more satisfying.
Slow and steady, I inched his pleasure up one notch at a time—drawing circles around his tip and pressing the flat of my tongue over his more sensitive areas, massaging with the muscles in my throat—until his fingers knotted in my hair and erratic puffs of air burst from his lungs in uncontrolled intervals.
“Fuck… Tallus. Jesus… This… is fucking torture. Let me come.”
I hummed around him and popped off for a moment. “Sweet, sweet torture.”
I knew exactly how Diem liked his blow jobs and toyed with him for as long as I could, employing every trick that drove him out of his mind with need.
A rumble grew in his chest. He spat curses and tried again to increase my pace to no avail.
Coming up for air a second time, I licked my lips and adjusted to get a better angle. “Feel good, Guns?”
“Are you kidding? Jesus fucking Christ.”
“You want to come in my mouth or my ass?”
Another growl, and he tipped his head back, rocking it from side to side in what I imagined was indecision. He was too lost in pleasure to think straight. Poor guy. “I just… I just want you to… Fuck, Tallus. Make me come.”
“Understood.”
But, before I could descend on his cock once again, he heaved me by the armpits until I lay sprawled on his chest, fisting two handfuls of my ass and grinding us together.
“I thought you wanted a blow job.”
The bear rumbled. Diem’s stormy gray eyes brimmed with a mountain of lust and love and longing… and impatience. He snagged the back of my neck and tugged me down. “You’re a fucking tease.”
Then we were kissing, erections grinding, panting breaths mingling, bodies trembling.
Diem broke the kiss long enough to spit in his palm before taking us together and stroking with determination.
I whimpered, the sheer pleasure electrifying my system.
Diem cursed against my lips, body quaking with his impending release.
His movements grew erratic, frantic.
With a not-so-stifled roar, his orgasm crashed like a tidal wave onto land. He shook and trembled and lost coordination of the kiss as his cum coated both our bellies. When the last ripples petered out, Diem physically manhandled me higher, until my cock was in line with his mouth.
He swallowed me down without warning, and I came on a cry, the intensity and suddenness so unexpected, I had to brace the headboard so I wouldn’t collapse.
Diem dragged me back into his arms while the hazy aftereffects still dampened the processing center of my brain. Crushed to his body, he chuckled and kissed my ear. “Good morning.”
“Nghuh,” was all I managed to say.
I nuzzled into his warmth, exhaustion dragging me under sleep’s veil once again. I expected the stupid alarm to go off at any moment, but it wasn’t the alarm that penetrated the quiet and ruined my ability to get five more minutes of shut-eye.
It was a petulant voice rising from our living room. “Oh. My. God. That was sooo gay.”
I jolted and would have launched from the bed in a panic if Diem hadn’t tightened his grip. His body bounced with laughter, but he summoned a stern voice, shouting, “Watch your fucking mouth, asshole, or I’ll show you how gay I fight.”
