Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
A deep voice right beside him yanked him from the waking dream. “You’re doing it again.”
He blinked reality back into focus to find Ivor had actually pulled a chair over to his and he’d never even heard it. The incubus stared at him with concern wrinkling his brows.
“Are you having problems with your anxiety?”
Rowan shook his head and shut his eyes in embarrassment. “No, it’s not that. I, um… sometimes I slip into these…fantasies. It’s just because of how much I read, I think. It’s not anything to worry about.”
“Fantasies,” Ivor murmured, his voice low. “Do share.”
“Yeah, no. They’re usually pretty silly.”
“And romantic? Am I in any of these fantasies, Rowan?”
Rowan gave an awkward laugh. “Ivor, you’re in all my fantasies now.”
“Now I really need to know.”
Shaking his head, he just laughed again. “I’m keeping my way overactive imagination to myself. But I do have a suggestion.”
Ivor leaned closer. “And what’s that?”
“Take me somewhere else. Someplace private?”
Heat flared in Ivor’s eyes, and he stared at Rowan before he seemed to make up his mind. He took Rowan’s laptop and set it down on the closest desk, then threaded their fingers together and pulled him toward the stairs.
Rowan thought it was so obvious what they were going off to do, he expected wolf whistles or hoots of humor, but nobody paid attention to them. Ivor led him up the stairs and into the office Rowan was using as a bedroom.
As soon as the door was locked, Ivor pressed Rowan against the wall, his mouth voracious as he kissed him. Again, it was like their lips had been made for each other, the fit so perfect. Ivor stroked his tongue deep into Rowan’s mouth, and though their last kiss had made Rowan worry he’d been a little inept, he was feeling none of that now. He met Ivor perfectly—lips and tongues.
Ivor slid his hand between Rowan and the wall and pressed on his lower back, making Rowan feel his rigid erection. He let out a moan and thrust against it, which made Ivor release the sexiest, rumbling growl as he rolled his hips.
Rowan pulled back to whisper, “Please tell me we’re going to have some kind of sex right now.” They couldn’t have full on penetration, not without him needing to prep beforehand, and he really didn’t feel like getting bent over a desk with so many preternaturals within hearing distance. But surely blowjobs weren’t off the table. He wanted Ivor in his mouth pretty damned badly.
“Can I touch you, Rowan?”
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Rowan wedged his hands between them and undid the fly of his jeans with shaking hands. He’d never wanted something so badly in his entire life, and he was shaking with the need taking over his entire body and mind.
Ivor slid his hand into the opening of his jeans and wrapped those long, elegant fingers around his cock.
The most fucking embarrassing whimper escaped Rowan’s mouth as he shut his eyes tight. Ivor let go long enough to tug his jeans down to his thighs, then stepped back and flipped on a desk lamp that threw soft light into the office. “I need to see you,” he said softly, gaze locked onto Rowan’s dick. “Now isn’t this a nice surprise,” he murmured.
Rowan knew what he was referring to, because he knew his dick had surprised his last boyfriends. His cock was long and, unlike his thin body, thick.
Ivor hefted it in his hand. “So fucking gorgeous,” he whispered as his gaze flicked back up to Rowan’s eyes. “What is your preferred position?”
“I’m vers.”
“Well, that’s another welcome surprise, because so am I. I can’t wait to feel this inside me. What an absolutely beautiful cock.” He wrapped his fingers around it again and gave it a firm stroke before he let go and reached into the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a packet of lube and held it up with a sensual smile. “I’m going to stroke you off. Sound good?”
“Please,” was all Rowan could get out. “Then I’ll do you. Can I see you, too?”
“By all means.” Ivor surprised him by removing his jeans entirely, and Rowan was thankful they’d locked the door. He could hear others moving around outside of their small cocoon, which made him remember to keep it quiet. Ivor unbuttoned his shirt but left it on and open in the front.
Rowan got his first good look at Ivor’s body. Long lines, lean, strong muscles, with dark hair shadowing his legs as well as his pecs. His skin was dark brown and looked like satin over all those lean muscles. Moisture flooded Rowan’s mouth at the sight of Ivor’s long, elegant cock. “I’ve never seen anyone more stunning in my life,” he breathed out. “I can’t believe you’re real.”
“I’m very real. Touch me.” He picked up Rowan’s hand and placed it on his bare chest.