Page 16 of The Art of Professing Love

I wanted to push him away, to deny him this victory, but I couldn’t, because what I desired even more was to let him keep going. I reciprocated his kiss with a stronger, deeper one and pressed one hand on the nape of his neck while burying the other in his thick waves, my fingers getting momentarily caught in a tangle before breaking free. Nothing about what we were doing was suitable for a public parking lot, and it was only going to get less suitable the longer we let ourselves go.

“Where can we go?” I asked between kisses.

“Follow me,” Sylvan murmured. “I know of a good place nearby.”

I was grateful he didn’t try to suggest going back to one of our places this time. His cabin was too far away for either of us to make it even to the edge of the woods, and I wasn’t ready to bring him back to my apartment yet.

He grabbed my hand in his, his palm deceptively smooth for a man who spent many a day outside engaged in physical labor, and dragged me along behind him past the parking lot and into a small grove of trees. I had so many questions, namely whether this was a good idea or not, but I refrained from asking a single one. I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“Here,” Sylvan said, stopping and turning around to face me in a small clearing, his hands already on the small of my back. “We’ll have some privacy in here.”

I looked around. The trees and their leaf-covered branches were thick enough to hide us, but this was not our property, and we weren’t far enough removed from town for me to be entirely comfortable.

But my cock strained against my pants, aching for Sylvan’s touch, and judging by the stiff bulge pressed against me now, he was desperate for the same thing.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

Sylvan’s response was in the form of a kiss, his tongue sliding between my lips. That was a good enough answer for me, and I shrugged my suit jacket off, knowing full well it was going to get marked with dirt and bugs and God knew what else.

For once, I didn’t care.

13

SYLVAN

Igiggled as Irving nibbled at my neck was the skin was softest and tenderest. He knew how to make a man melt in his arms, which still surprised me a little. I had no idea where he found time to be this good in bed between all his work and…whatever else he did. I’d been with many more free-spirited folks, both fae and human, and none were as good as Irving. It was almost criminal for a man this uptight to be bestowed with such killer instincts when it came to human – or monster – touch.

His hand worked on untying the hand-died tunic I wore while his lips caressed my neck. As the tunic slipped lower, he worked his way down my chest, sucking at my nipples as a cool breeze tousled our hair.

My tunic dropped to the forest floor and I stepped out of it, placing my hands back on his hips while he worked on my trousers. I moved one hand a little lower, grabbing his bulge. Irving whimpered against my neck, his breath warming my skin. I squeezed harder, eliciting a moan. Why couldn’t we be this good together all the time? Why were we only compatible during sex? It wasn’t fair.

I took my time getting Irving’s clothing off. He ground against me impatiently, but I ignored his wordless pleas to hurry up. Another gust of wind, this one much stronger, whipped through the trees, and I realized that the logistics of this impromptu meeting were less than ideal. Still, a little wind had never stopped me from getting what I wanted before, and I suspected that it wouldn’t stop Irving at this point either.

When Irving was fully stripped down, we collapsed onto the mossy forest floor together, my body underneath his. He positioned himself between my legs, fondling my cock in his hand, and leaned over to kiss me. His eyes were on the ground beside me, however, and when he pulled away, he shook his head.

“I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” I gave an exasperated sigh.

“We’re outside. There are bugs and things…” he trailed off.

“Irving, there are bugs inside too.”

“Not as many.”

“Ugh, fine.” I pushed him off of me and crawled over to our pile of clothes. Kneeling on the soft layer of moss, I shook them out and laid them flat on the ground, dropping back onto them when I was satisfied with the makeshift bed. “How’s that?”

Irving’s brow furrowed. “Better.” He was about to speak again, but I cut him off.

“And don’t say a word about your suit getting wrinkled. I’ll buy you a new one if it matters that Goddamn much to you.”

Irving shut his mouth, lips forming a tight line, and got back on top of me. I wasn’t about to let him spoil this moment, so I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and ran my hands along his waist. It took him a minute to get back into it, but as soon as he got over his reservations about the location and got his mind refocused, there was no going back.

There never was, really, but sometimes he made me nervous. I wouldn’t put it past him to quit in the middle of sex because something wasn’t quite right. Maybe that was why he broke up with his ex-fiancé.

“I wish we had some lube,” he said, stroking my cock slowly. “I could fuck you properly then.”

“Mmm, I would like that,” I mumbled. “If we were back at my cabin, I could make us some, but alas, that’s not how things worked out today. We’ll have to make do with what we have here.”

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