Page 12 of Irresistible Valentine

Before this, they had only kissed, but clearly neither of them would be satisfied with that now. Dropping to his knees in front of him, not looking away from that fierce, lustful gaze, Malcolm was breathing so hard.

Derrick's eyes locked on his then his gaze fell on Malcolm's parted lips. Derrick reached out to gently hold his face in his hands and Malcolm got closer. Slowly leaning in, he brushed their lips together in a soft kiss that got deep and hungry fast.

Derrick's hand slid around to the back of Malcolm's neck as their tongues tasted and slid over each other. Malcolm ran his hands up Derrick's inner thighs until he could feel the hard length of his cock through his pants and he couldn't wait to free it, to devour it.

When he pulled back, Derrick's eyes were so dark. Malcolm shivered as he undid his fly, freeing Derrick's hard, beautiful cock. Stroking it with appreciation, Malcolm was telling himself to just breathe.

Then he couldn't wait another second. He bent down, taking the head of Derrick's cock into his mouth. He alternated sucking on it, tasting it, circling and exploring it with his tongue.

Every stroke and lick drew a grunt from Derrick. Starting at the base, Malcolm's tongue traced the veins, lapped at every inch of him. Swirling his tongue around the head, he started to take Derrick's cock into his mouth.

His eyes falling shut as he savored him, Malcolm moaned softly around the thick shaft and heard Derrick groan in response. As he took him even deeper, he heard Derrick hiss in a sharp breath then growl.

Malcolm reveled in the sounds he made, in the feel and taste of him against his tongue. His hands gripped Derrick's thighs and he bobbed his head up and down, loving every second of it and every hard inch.

As he sucked, Malcolm could feel Derrick's hands in his hair, the muscles of his thighs tensing around him. It was difficult for him to concentrate on anything but pleasing Derrick, but he had to be careful with his ankle.

He had trouble convincing himself that anything mattered except the hard cock in his mouth. He was moving fast over his cock now and then Derrick was coming hard and Malcolm was swallowing every drop.

With the taste of him left lingering on Malcolm's tongue, Malcolm was so turned on. Derrick drew him close and kissed him. He then pulled Malcolm up to his feet and made him stand close while he stayed seated on the sofa.

While he sucked off Derrick, Malcolm had gotten uncomfortably hard. Now Derrick was unzipping him, letting his cock pop free. "Beautiful," Derrick murmured and took hold of it.

Just the grip of Derrick's hand was almost enough to make him come. Then Derrick leaned forward to taste him, tongue darting out to graze the head of his cock. Malcolm's whole body shuddered and he felt one of Derrick's hands firm on his hip to steady him. He needed it.

Derrick's tongue teased up and down the length of his cock and then his mouth gently sucked on his balls. He was in no hurry and Malcolm didn't know how much more he could take.

When his cock was finally enveloped in the welcoming, wet heat of Derrick's mouth, he didn't think he could hold on. Somehow he did but his head was swimming with such intense arousal, he thought he would pass out.

Malcolm heard his own desperate moans getting louder, more urgent. Derrick was sucking him fast and hard until his climax overwhelmed him.

After he sucked him dry, Derrick pulled him down on the sofa next to him. "I love how you taste," Derrick growled and licked along Malcolm's lower lip before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss.

Malcolm wanted to lose himself in the moment but he remembered Derrick's hurt ankle. "Is your ankle worse?" Malcolm asked him as he pulled away.

Derrick grinned at him. "If it is, it was worth it."

Chapter 9

Sitting on the floor of Candy's apartment, Malcolm felt like a bystander. It was after work and they were eating dinner on the coffee table and making plans for Paula's birthday. He had enlisted Candy's help in planning a birthday party for Paula, but he didn't expect her to take over. Paula and Candy were on the same wavelength when it came to the party though one of them was three years old.

Malcolm felt terrible that Paula missed out on so much while she was living with her mother. He was determined to make up for it, to give her as many happy memories as he could. Candy was just the person to make her birthday party fun.

Candy's place was tiny, really just one room, and decorated in a crazy, eclectic style that Paula adored at first sight. There were colorful pillows for sitting on the floor and Paula had placed Mr. Cloud to sit on one of them as they finished dinner.

"I have so many ideas. I'm brimming over with ideas," Candy said while Malcolm took their plates into the kitchen which was just one corner of the one room apartment.

"We should hear from Paula first. It's her birthday party. What do you say Paula?" Malcolm asked as he set the dishes in the sink.

After a moment, Paula gave them her idea for the party. "Cake."

"Cake? See that's a great idea. She knows what a party needs," Malcolm said to Candy.

"Cake goes on the list as idea number one. Now it's my turn," Candy said and she really did have a million ideas.

For the last two days Paula hadn't been going into the office with Malcolm. Mrs. Saddler was all better so Paula stayed with her during the day. As Malcolm was making the guest list, Candy asked Paula about that. "Do you miss going to the office?"

Paula thought about it. "I miss Mr. A," she said.

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