Page 25 of Siren in Love (In Love #1)

Corvin

T he next morning, after not leaving the suite again the day before, Corvin knew he had to act decisively if he wanted to see anything of Morrowvale, such as a bookstore. If I don’t put my foot down, we’ll stay in bed all day. Or in the tub.

As a result, Corvin had told Mike there was going to be more sex only after they’d left the room to explore. They’d decided on the botanical gardens.

The outside of the garden area was aglow with spring colors, yellows and oranges and whites, even the first few reds that Corvin had no doubt would be more prominent come summer, given that the roses weren’t in bloom yet.

Corvin and Mike went on to the first hothouse, a tall glass structure that looked old-fashioned with the way the metal frame curved and twisted.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many orchids in one place,” Corvin said.

The air was humid and heavy with the scent of warm earth, and the orchids started out in innocent white, but went all the way to deep, decadent purple and bright orange.

“Mm-hmm.” Mike was looking at Corvin.

He’s not let go of my hand once, but I think his thoughts are elsewhere. Is it…

“What’s up with you, Pineapple Mike? Please don’t tell me you’re worried about your ex? Why was the guy spying through the kitchen window and not ringing the doorbell like a normal person anyway?”

Mike cocked his head and blinked twice. “Dominic? Heavens, no, I’m not worried about him. I really didn’t think about him until he showed up. He’s always been… I thought he was charming, in an unconventional way. Before. I don’t think that anymore.”

Corvin nodded. “We all have that one boyfriend we can really only blame on our synapses shorting out.” A butterfly landed on Mike’s hair, and Corvin giggled and pulled out his phone. “Don’t move. Smile.” He snapped a picture. “Thanks. This is going to be my new lock screen.”

“Can I move now? Feels weird having an insect in your hair, even if it’s pretty. I like your fingers in my hair a lot more. Want to go back to the suite?” He pulled Corvin close, and the butterfly fluttered away.

Corvin groaned. “I appreciate how horny you are.” He looked around the hothouse.

It connected to two more, and the rest of the botanical gardens were surprisingly big.

There’s so much more to see here . “Okay, fine. I suppose this is my duty since we shall be wed. I must take care of your carnal needs lest it swells and explodes.”

Mike snorted. “You think it’s going to swell and explode?”

Corvin shrugged. “Well, you’ve been hella horny since we got here. Who am I to know what it’s going to do?”

“Well, it’s not going to explode. Probably.”

Corvin nodded sagely. “You do want me to take care of it, just in case.”

“I think that would be best, yes.”

Corvin let himself go pliant in Mike’s arms. “Back to the suite then.”

Mike’s mouth descended on Corvin’s neck, planting kisses there and sucking just hard enough to make Corvin want more. The moment Corvin made a little sound in the back of his throat, Mike stopped.

“Let’s go.” Mike took Corvin’s hand, leading him to the exit.

It’s probably still wrong that we’re in the honeymoon suite, but I guess it can’t be helped. Can’t be helped at all.

More butterflies fluttered around them, as if to agree.

Mike had gone back to nuzzling Corvin’s neck while Corvin was still busy with the card lock. Getting the card in the slot required every ounce of dexterity Corvin could muster with Mike’s mouth driving him near mad.

Finally, he got the lock to beep, and the door swung open.

Mike nudged Corvin inside and kicked the door shut behind them.

He pushed Corvin up against a wall, exploring with his mouth.

When Corvin was moaning and shivering, Mike kissed him deeply, urgently.

His hands ran up Corvin’s back under his shirt, then followed the trail of Corvin’s waistband.

“Can I take these off?”

Corvin blinked. “My pants?”

“Yeah. They’re kind of in the way.”

“Sure. Off with them. You have to get naked too though.”

“Yeah.” Mike let Corvin savor another kiss. “In a moment.”

He worked Corvin’s pants open in seconds, and Corvin gasped, something Mike exploited, eagerly stealing Corvin’s breath. Then Mike yanked Corvin’s pants down and stroked his cock in a possessive way, which was seven kinds of sinfully hot and had Corvin moaning.

Mike grinned against Corvin’s lips. “You’re so wet, so hard.” He gave Corvin’s cock a good tug for emphasis, making Corvin tremble.

“Fuck, Mike. Do that again.”

Mike pulled his own shirt off, but that was it. He didn’t touch his jeans, so Corvin tried.

“No, you don’t.” Mike took hold of Corvin’s wrists and gently guided them up until Corvin’s hands were on eye level. “Your fingers in my hair. That’s where I want them while I get you off. And then I’ll carry you to bed and let you ride my broomstick again. Would you like that?”

That was nearly enough to make Corvin melt like an ice cube on a freshly waxed chest.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” His fingers tangled in Mike’s short hair.

“Good. Keep looking at me. I want to see how much you enjoy this.”

And Mike, who normally went slow, stood there, humming a low melody and making Corvin feel the strength playing the piano and working with legal papers all day had given those fingers.

Mike spread the sticky precum with his thumb, making sure it helped intensify the sensation.

Corvin whimpered. All of a sudden, he’d become Mike’s instrument, and fuck, Mike knew just how to make Corvin sigh or whimper in whatever rhythm he wanted.

“You like that, don’t you?” Mike licked Corvin’s earlobe, traced his tongue down his neck.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

Mike’s mouth closed around the side of Corvin’s neck, and the humming now reverberated from Mike’s body to Corvin’s, even as Mike sucked a mark into Corvin’s skin.

That’s fine. I want everyone to see, to know that he’s mine, that we love each other.

Corvin wanted to be Mike’s, wanted Mike to hold him so he could totally let go of himself.

His hands closed around Mike’s hair. “Harder.”

The bruising kiss against Corvin’s neck turned to a sweet kind of pain, and Mike’s handjob crescendoed, the slick sounds filling the air around them.

Corvin came, rough and fast, his cum spurting up against Mike’s naked chest. He wanted the high to last longer. He wanted to sag against the wall, but Mike held him, relieving the pressure on Corvin’s neck.

“Nicely done,” Mike said. He kissed Corvin, then gathered him into his arms, bridal style.

Corvin squeaked, too boneless to really do anything about it. “Put me down!”

“I will. On the bed.” Mike walked toward the bedroom.

“Since when are you this strong? I thought this only happened in movies.”

“You’re just not that heavy.”

Corvin snorted. “Liar. Also, you’re getting my cum all over me. All over my Kaiju are Cute T-shirt.”

Mike cradled Corvin closer to his cum-slick chest. “You brought ten others. At least this way, you’ll get to wear them all.”

Corvin frowned, but Mike chuckled, effortlessly making it to the bed and dropping him on it. Not wasting any time, Mike pulled off Corvin’s shoes and pants while Corvin tossed his T-shirt aside. Kaiju will have to go in the wash. Worth it though.

From his position on the bed, Corvin got to watch as Mike pulled off his own jeans. Mike noticed.

“You want this?” He gave himself a good tug.

“Well, if you’re offering, it would be rude to say no.”

“Rude, huh?”

“Very rude. I think I should mind my manners and take it.”

“In that case…” Mike walked over to their bags and got out the bottle of lube he’d brought. “I should get you ready.”

“You really should.”

Mike got on the bed next to Corvin. “Want to turn on your side? Let me spoon you?”

Corvin nodded, settling in next to Mike and adjusting the pillows so they’d both be comfortable. Not my favorite position, but he likes it. Mike slicked his fingers once he’d adjusted the angle of Corvin’s hips.

“Yes, just like this.”

“Mike…” Corvin gasped as he felt himself being opened, filled, stretched. “So good… Hmm-nnn. Yes. Yeah, like that, keep going.”

Mike growled, but even his growls sounded like music. He stroked Corvin’s prostate, stretched him, got the lube as deep as he could. It didn’t take long before Corvin felt himself getting hard again.

“Let me hear it. Let me hear exactly how much you enjoy me.”

He pulled his fingers out and Corvin heard him slick his own cock.

“Mike, please, come on.”

Mike chuckled, his breath rushing over the heated skin of Corvin’s neck. “I’m about to, hon. Let me hear you like this.” The head of Mike’s cock pressed against Corvin’s slick hole and pushed inside. “Corvin, let me hear you.”

Corvin rolled his head back and moaned as Mike snapped his hips. The sharp thrust hit just the right spot within Corvin, and because he wanted to please Mike, he let that mindless sound, that hungry and desperate half scream tumble out of his mouth.

This is really getting him going. Corvin squirmed, but Mike held him tightly as he thrust, hard and fast, creating a sensation like electricity going up and down Corvin’s spine.

Gods, I hope his fingers leave bruises all over my hips, Corvin thought.

Another thrust chased all thoughts out of his head entirely.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, Mike, I’m going to come again.”

“Yes.” The single word sounded rough, possessive. One of Mike’s hands went to Corvin’s hardening cock, and he began stroking Corvin all over again.

Corvin’s back arched, and his skin felt as if it were on fire. He could hear himself, if not screaming then gasping and panting and whimpering. Then, like a flash of lightning, another orgasm tore into him.

It was intense and drowned out sound, leaving Corvin to hear only static as he felt Mike still moving, moving, faster. He stopped with a last thrust, coming deep inside. Corvin loved the pulsing heat that followed, relished it.

They lay there for a while, but in the end, Mike pulled out slowly. There was that strange sensation of near painful absence after, but Mike’s hold tightening made it so Corvin could relax again.

“Your skin smells of roses,” Mike whispered into Corvin’s ear.

“Hmm. I used the shower gel they have here.”

Mike chuckled. “I like it.”

“I like you,” Corvin said, and despite his best intentions of leaving the bed again soon, he dozed off in Mike’s arms.