Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Rowan
Awareness just burned between Rowan and Ivor throughout the entire day.
It was now around eight at night, and Rowan had taken a huge stack of printouts into the main office area so he could glance at Ivor as he worked.
Every time he looked Ivor’s way, it was to find those dark eyes on him, lust shimmering in their depths.
But he also noted the faint circles under Ivor’s eyes and knew the incubus’s magic needed to be filled.
He wanted to do that so badly, it was all he could do not to drag Ivor somewhere private and find out just how good sex could be.
So he tried to focus on the work.
But it was no use.
He gave up and stared at Ivor, his mind slipping into fantasy.
The crowd roared as the last gladiator stood, surrounded by bodies, his steel greaves reflecting the bright sun. Greaves streaked with the blood of the fallen. He ripped off his helmet, long black hair flowing down his back, and stared up into the crowd. His eyes searched and landed on Rowan.
Ivor would live another day only to fight again.
But his stare told Rowan all he needed to know.
That Ivor longed for a life lived with him.
They’d only been together once—Rowan brought to him as a reward for a victorious fight.
And the gladiator had touched him with gentle hands and a warm, wet mouth.
But they’d also lain together, long into the night, and shared their dreams of a different life.
Rowan had cried when he’d been forced away with the morning sunlight.
One night.
One night was all they’d ever have.
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.
Rowan sucked in a deep breath and raised his other hand so he could stroke both over Ivor’s pecs, continuing down over his stomach.
His skin was just as silky as it looked, the hair on his chest and happy trail softer than Rowan had expected.
He knew an incubus was designed for sex, and Ivor was certainly no exception.
He was goddamned beautiful. “Will you let your hair loose?” he asked softly.
Ivor’s shirt gaped open more as he reached up to take the tie out of his braid. Long, satiny hair flowed around his face, and Rowan immediately sank his fingers into it.
“I love your hair so much. You should never cut it.”
“I like it long. Always have. Have you ever thought about growing yours out? I like it the way it is.” He ran his fingers through Rowan’s hair. “But it’s so soft and wavy, and I bet it would look amazing long.”
“I’ve never thought of growing it out, but now I am.” He continued to comb through Ivor’s hair before he had to touch his chest again. The bulge of muscle was just too tempting.
Ivor abruptly pulled their bodies close again, and feeling all that bare skin against him made Rowan suck in a deep breath and hold it.
This kind of raw passion was just so unfamiliar to him.
He wanted to touch Ivor everywhere. Lick him everywhere.
He was overwhelmed by this sexy god of a man.
And so damned thankful that Ivor seemed to want him just as much. His hands were roaming all over Rowan.
Rowan touched Ivor’s cock, feeling the moisture beaded at the tip. “Where’s that lube?”
“Dropped it somewhere,” Ivor said between harsh breaths. He moved back and swept it off the floor. Then he ripped it open with his teeth and poured some into his hand before again wrapping his fingers around Rowan’s erection.
“Oh, fuck,” Rowan groaned, then bit his lip. That had been loud.
Ivor’s chuckle ruffled the hair at Rowan’s temples, but he said nothing, just started to firmly stroke, setting up a rhythm that made Rowan not give a shit who heard them.
The glide of those lube-soaked fingers felt incredible, and Rowan wanted to be giving the same pleasure.
He reached down and threaded his fingers with Ivor’s around his own cock, which made Ivor groan again.
He let his fingers get slick, then reached out to grasp Ivor, who gasped against his mouth.
They panted into each other’s mouths as they stroked each other.
It was the hottest fucking thing Rowan had ever felt in his life.
He couldn’t stop moaning, no longer caring at all about their potential audience, and it seemed Ivor had quit caring as well because he was letting loose some of the sexiest noises ever.
His hair brushed Rowan’s cheeks, his bergamot and orange scent taking over Rowan’s senses, and when his mouth came back over Rowan’s, he moaned into Ivor’s mouth.
The pleasure just kept building and building, and he suddenly gasped against Ivor’s lips, “I’m coming.”
Ivor just released another of those sexy growls and picked up the speed of his hand.
A consuming wave of pure pleasure swept through Rowan and he shot, his cum hitting Ivor’s stomach. His entire body shook, and he let out a cry as he threw back his head.
“Fuck, Rowan,” Ivor gritted out as he gentled his strokes, then reached for Rowan’s cum, smearing it on his hand. He grabbed his own cock, and Rowan fiercely shook his head.
“No, I want to do that.”
It was fucking hot stroking Ivor with his own cum.
So was looking into that gorgeous face, at his lust-filled, narrowed eyes, his lips parted as he panted.
Ivor suddenly went very still before he shot forward to take Rowan’s mouth.
His cock throbbed in Rowan’s hand as Ivor found his own release. He kissed Rowan even as his body shook.
Then Ivor buried his face in Rowan’s neck, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin there in soft kisses as they both worked to bring their breathing back under control. When he slowly moved back to look at him, Rowan’s eyes flew open wide.
All the tiredness had been wiped from Ivor’s features.
“It worked!” Rowan blurted out. “And it wasn’t bad, either!”
A sated smile lazily stretched Ivor’s mouth. “That was very, very far from bad.”
“Am I supposed to feel tired?” Rowan frowned and took stock of his body, then shook his head. “I don’t feel tired at all. I thought this was supposed to make me feel that way.”
Ivor tilted his head, his hair brushing over one shoulder as he looked Rowan over. “You truly don’t feel any different?”
“Not at all. I mean, I’m all relaxed from coming my brains out, but I don’t feel exhausted or anything. Just really happy actually. And relieved.”
“Relieved?”
“That it wasn’t bad,” he repeated. “I could tell you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. That’s…
that’s… Well, it’s amazing.” He knew he was being ridiculous, but the relief was just so strong, and he was nearly giddy from knowing he had the same effect on Ivor as the incubus had on him.
He started to say more, but Ivor surprised him with a searching, slow kiss that made him wrap his arms around Ivor.
Then Ivor buried his face back in Rowan’s neck and held him tightly against him.
A long sigh that sounded an awful lot like relief, too, brushed over his skin.
“Oh, Rowan,” Ivor whispered. “Thank you.”
“What for?” he whispered back.
“For being you. For what you’ve given me.”
“You gave me so much, too. But I’m looking forward to giving you more.”
Ivor tightened his arms. “You’ve given me more than you realize.”