Page 14 of Siren in Love
But I can’t just do that, not like this.
“You’ve been given a heavy dose of pain medication, and that was after a smack to the back of your head.Wouldn’t you rather just get some rest?I don’t want you to do anything you don’t really want to do, is all.”Mike said the words, knew he had to.Still, tingling warmth coursed through him.He wanted Corvin, but he wanted all of him, not just a single night.
Corvin pulled back far enough to look up at Mike.“Do I get a good night kiss, at least?”
The plea in his voice was a tangible thing.Mike couldn’t not give Corvin what he’d asked for.Bending forward, one hand on Corvin’s neck, Mike moved in, touching his lips to Corvin’s.
He feels cool.Need to warm him up.He tastes like string song, like the vibrato coaxed from a newly strung violin.Mike began to hum.He couldn’t help it.
He let the kiss grow slowly like an adagio, waiting for Corvin to part his lips in invitation before he dared explore.He used his tongue to tease Corvin’s bottom lip, and when his mouth fell open, Mike hummed out a low song of need and desire, of having found treasure beneath the waves.He reeled Corvin in, savoring the softness, the way Corvin opened to him an echo of Mike’s own want.
The evidence of Corvin’s arousal came into Mike’s awareness like a second melody flooding in, drawing out the crescendo the kiss had turned into.Corvin rubbed his hips against Mike and moaned into his mouth.Mike’s own cock was straining in his pants when he pulled back, coming up for air.
When he looked up at Mike, Corvin’s green eyes had gone dark—an overcast horizon just before a storm.“Don’t stop.Take me to bed.I want this.”He craned his head up, trying to get to Mike’s mouth again, but Mike cupped Corvin’s cheek to hold him at bay.
“One condition.”Mike heard the desperate strain in his own voice.But I won’t do this, not unless he wants to keep me.“I get to make you breakfast.”
Corvin blinked rapidly, perplexed, then grinned.“Fine.If that’s what it takes to get you to make me feel good, I’ll bear it.”
Mike let another heartbeat pass to make sure he really took the moment in, so he would remember all of it later.Then, he dipped his head toward Corvin’s and kissed him deeply, sighing and humming out his pleasure as the other man went pliant in his arms.He would’ve liked to bury his fingers in Corvin’s hair, but he contented himself with letting them travel under his T-shirt instead, over the warm skin underneath.
“Let me help you out of this.”Mike pulled the shirt over Corvin’s head, careful not to dislodge the bandage or cause him any pain.
Corvin without a shirt on was lovely, his chest bookish pale with a sprinkling of golden hair glistening in the light.Mike ran his fingers along that trail of gold, which seemed to kick Corvin into motion.He went for Mike’s pants, overeager.
He’s so damn cute.“Slow down.We have all night.”
“Want you now.”Corvin was chasing after Mike’s mouth again, but Mike pulled back, using the way the movement unbalanced Corvin to drag him closer to the bed.“Ugh, stop moving, Pineapple Mike.I said I want you.You taste good.”
Mike chuckled.“Like pineapples?”
“No.People don’t taste like pineapples.”Corvin’s brow furrowed thoughtfully.“Unless you rub pineapple all over them.Too bad I already ate the one you picked for me.”
It was Mike’s turn to lean toward Corvin and kiss him.“I’ll buy you another.”
Mike hugged him so close that Corvin was forced to abandon his attempt to get Mike out of his pants.Not that Mike wasn’t going to drop them, but he didn’t want this over too quickly.He wanted time and closeness with this man, and yes, if Corvin wanted to, he’d let him eat fruit off him.Although, licking pineapple juice off him does sound like it could be fun.
Mike teased and lured Corvin with his mouth.In turn, Corvin let out a frustrated growl, nipping Mike’s lower lip.That only made Mike smile while he carefully navigated around a small pile of books on the floor.
When they were finally at the bed, the tangled sheets there made Mike look forward to tangling them some more.He liked making his bed in the mornings, but he didn’t at all mind that Corvin didn’t.
As if following steps in a dance, Mike moved back so he could get his own tee off.It had an immediate effect.Corvin’s gaze dropped to his chest and he licked his lips.Mike, in all his time of mostly dating supernaturals, had never been looked at this way—with simple lust that easily stood on its own.
It was, to say the least, a balm for his ego.“You like?”
Corvin tore his gaze away, but only for a moment.“Yup.Definitely not a pity date.”
Corvin went for Mike’s pants again.This time, Mike let him, helped even, by toeing off his shoes and shoving them aside.Mike was ready to pull Corvin into bed with him, but Corvin wasn’t trying to undress Mike.
The moment he had Mike’s cock free, he closed his fingers around the shaft, met Mike’s eyes, and slowly, deliberately, sank to his knees.
With a cute, lopsided grin on his face, he said, “I like giving head.”
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Mike
“I like giving head.”
