Page 22 of The Art of Professing Love

I sat back and crossed my arms. “You’re incorrigible, you know.”

“Yes, I do.”

He grabbed his glasses off the nightstand and put them on as he walked over to his phone by the couch. As he stood there typing, I watched him with an inexplicable interest in such a mundane task.

Irving was in better shape than he would admit. He didn’t work out regularly, but he kept fit with daily walks and, now that he had me in his life, a romp in the sheets as often as possible. He was tall, slim, and just my type. Anyone would have been my type, really, but looking at him now, I realized just how perfect he was.

His cock, semihard, was begging me for attention. I was tempted to go over there, drop to my knees, and start sucking it at this very moment. What was stopping me?

Indeed, what was stopping me? Nothing. Irving was focused on that blasted email he was sending out and I was left in bed to wait for him, but I was growing impatient. I wanted more. I got up quietly, stopping only when I was in front of Irving. He glanced up briefly, adjusting his glasses, and smiled.

“Just a moment, Sylvan,” he told me absently. “I’ll come join you in bed as soon as I’m done here.”

“No need to wait for that,” I replied, sinking to my knees.

Irving wasn’t listening anymore, though, so I placed one hand on his hip and the other around his cock, lifting it gently.

“Sylvan, what are you –“ He stopped talking as soon as our eyes met.

If I needed confirmation to keep going, that was it. I licked the tip of his cock, taking it in a little deeper each time I closed my mouth around it. Irving stood stock-still as I worked, his phone held limply in one hand. If he’d managed to send off the email, that was all he was going to be able to do for the next few minutes.

I slid my tongue down his shaft, my hand cupping his balls as I pulled him into the back of my throat. He still tasted like last night in the shower, when the steam had fogged up the glass and our sweat mixed with the hot droplets of water reddening our skin.

His breath quickened, tight and heavy. His chest rose and fell with each drop and rise of my head. I picked up my pace, hastily tucking some loose strands of hair behind my ear. I should have put it up before we started, but my mind had been too clouded by lust to think of anything except getting Irving inside my mouth.

He didn’t need to tell me when he was close to coming. I could feel it in the way his muscles tensed, the way the veins in his cock pulsed as more precum dripped onto my tongue, the way each breath emerged stilted and restrained. I knew his body almost as well as I knew mine by now, even with the little amount of time we’d been bestowed to have together.

His semen filled my mouth, warm and salty, and I swallowed every last drop of it. I wanted to taste him as long as possible, to be reminded of him every waking moment of the day, even after he was long gone.

As I rose, he grabbed me around the waist, his hands squeezing my ass. “Let me repay you for that,” he murmured.

“I was hoping you would.” Our lips met, his fluids mixing with our saliva. In that moment, I didn’t know how I could have ever thought he would let me go without finishing me off too.

18

IRVING

Abead of sweat trickled down my temple. I’d barely caught my breath from Sylvan’s blowjob, and already we were locked together again, my tongue sliding along the grooves in his teeth. Everything about Sylvan was sweet and earthy and surprising. It made me want to hold him tight, never letting him go. If I could find a way to physically attach us together for all of eternity, I would do it.

But we had something better than that, and as I slid my palm along his cock, long, thick, and stiff, I smiled against his mouth.

“What is it?” Sylvan asked, letting out a short breath mixed with a laugh.

“You,” I replied, squeezing his cock a little tighter as I pumped. “You’ve got me under some sort of fae spell, I think.”

He laughed again, but it turned into a moan as I brought him to climax, practically biting down on his lips to keep his face next to mine.

“It’s not a spell,” he said after he’d regained his breath, still leaning into me for support. “It’s love.”

My heart lurched. I wasn’t quite ready to say that word again yet, not after the last man I proclaimed my love for broke my heart. “Maybe,” I said warily. “Or maybe it’s lust, or obsession, or –“

“Don’t ruin this moment,” Sylvan cut me off. “Let’s just be happy together with whatever we’ve got, all right?”

I nodded. “All right, I think I can live with that.”

I took a quick shower while Sylvan made us coffee and breakfast. Ordinarily, I would have left as soon as I’d made myself presentable, but I had nowhere to be for hours. My next class wasn’t until 11, and who was to say I wouldn’t cancel that one too just to spend a little more time here, in paradise?

I forced myself to leave after a breakfast so beautifully presented, I almost didn’t want to eat it, and a few too many kisses. I was tempted to stick around for a little bit more than kisses, but even Sylvan’s cajoling wasn’t enough to get me to stay for an entire day.

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