I didn’t know if he would still be around in the morning, but I hoped I’d done enough to convince him that the alternative would not work in his favor.
18
Tallus
Iawoke sometime in the early dawn, encased snuggly in Diem’s arms, the long length of his muscular body wrapped fully around me, emitting heat like a furnace. His weight crushed me to the bed, but I didn’t complain. Who would have thought that Diem Krause, a man who had once balked at the mere thought of sharing a bed, would become the world’s most esteemed snuggler?
I rolled in his arms, and he grunted, drawing me closer—which wasn’t possible since we were glued together.
Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, “How are you feeling?”
I took inventory, rotating my ankle and zeroing in on my hip. “Not bad. Mild aches and pains. Nothing serious.”
“Take more Advil. It’ll keep the swelling down.”
“I will. How’s your nose?”
“Feels fine. Am I bruised?”
“Faintly. Could pass as tired circles from lack of sleep.”
“Good.”
“When did you get to bed?”
“Too fucking late.” With a groan, he buried his face in my hair. The hard line of his erection dug into me.
I rested my cheek against his broad chest, listening to his lumbering heart and inhaling the sleepy scent of Diem in the morning. It was Friday, but the alarm had yet to go off, and I was in no hurry to get up.
It was rare for Diem to be home when I woke since he usually headed to the gym at stupid o’clock, so I savored the bliss of having him beside me, a warm and solid presence in my life.
His oversized hands traveled a lazy path up and down my spine, dipping lower on occasion to trace the contour of my ass. Every so often, he rucked his hips forward, pressing his erection against my belly with a soft moan.
The third time it happened, I moved a hand between us and fondled his swollen length. His fingers curled against my skin, gripping me as a faint burst of air passed through his lips.
“Tallus.” My name was barely a whisper and more of a choked plea.
I shimmied down his body until I was level with his cock and kissed it reverently, making him moan.
He brushed the hair off my forehead and shifted.
I glanced up, meeting his sleep-heavy gaze as he watched what I was doing.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I licked a path along the underside of his cock, traced the thick vein, circled his head, and dipped my tongue into his slit.
He hissed and tightened a fist in my hair.
I chuckled, resisting the urgent press of his hand encouraging me to suck him. “Good morning, D.”
The noise he made was muddled and incoherent.
“Concise as usual. Want me to suck you?”
A grunt and nod, then he urged me forward. I licked again, root to tip, before wrapping my lips around his head and sucking as much of him down as possible.