13. Sylvan

13

SYLVAN

I giggled 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."

"And what is that?"

I opened my eyes. "Each other."

Irving suppressed a smile, squeezing my cock a little tighter. I closed my eyes again and dropped my head back, pressing it hard into the thin layer of clothing beneath it. I'd never been ashamed of my size, and multiple partners had even complimented it before. But Irving's hands were large enough to make even me shrink back a little. I would be lying if I said they didn't make for a great handjob, though.

"Do you play piano?" I asked.

"No, why?"

"You would make an excellent pianist with those hands."

He laughed softly and slid his thumb over my tip. Slick with precum, he brought it back down over my shaft. I took a shaky breath in and let it back out, my hands still exploring every inch of his body that I could reach.

"I think I have a problem," I told Irving.

"And what problem is that? You never shut up?"

"I think I'm falling in love with you – or your body, at the very least."

Irving was silent for a long time after that. His strokes along my length slowed and I opened my eyes to study his face. He looked lost in thought, but when he finally met my gaze, his eyes were as clear and sharp as ever.

"I'm not ready to declare love for anyone again just yet," he said, "but I can say that I like being with you, Sylvan. I've been trying to ignore my feelings for the last week, and as much as I can't stand some aspects of you, there are others that I find utterly irresistible."

I cocked my head and smiled. "I think I'll take that as a victory," I replied. "A small one, but a victory nonetheless."

"Wonderful. Now, can we stop talking and focus on the sex? It's cold out here and I swear to God, if a bug crawls on either of us, I'm running out of the forest buck-naked and leaving you here to fend for yourself."

I let my fingers trail down the sparse hair along the center of his abdomen till I reached his cock, which I gave a tight squeeze. He shut his eyes for the briefest of seconds, and when he opened them again, I smirked.

"Is that a good enough answer for you?"