Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
OGRAM
A late night doesn’t change my body’s internal clock.
Even taking the morning at a leisurely Sunday pace, I’m up, fed, showered, dressed, and out the door by half past seven, ready to do some one-person jobs on my coworkers’ day off.
What I’m not prepared for—a dark-haired beauty in a sundress the color of summer water, sitting atop my tractor when I walk into the drive shed.
Her face lights up when I enter, dimming slightly at the sight of my work clothes. “I guess farmers don’t get days off at this time of year.”
“Not generally, but I can make an exception.”
“I don’t want your employees to be upset if they’re working and I pull you away to play hooky on a sunny day.”
Knowing she cares not only about me, but the relationship I have with my crew, makes my heart feel too large for my chest. Larger still because she is here, waiting and eager to spend time with me.
“The farm crew has the day off, and I don’t work in the market store on Sundays.
Or ever, usually, but I’m still searching for someone to fill a part-time space that came open a few weeks ago. ”
“I’m glad you haven’t filled it yet, or we wouldn’t have met.”
“True, and I’ll be forever grateful to fate for that. But now that fate’s taken care of our introduction, maybe it will see fit to send a new employee my way so I spend those two days a week with my hands in the dirt instead of pressing tiny human-sized buttons.”
“If you don’t like pressing tiny human-sized buttons, maybe I should let you get on with putting your hands in the dirt instead,” she says, trying—unsuccessfully—to hide her playful smile while climbing down from the tractor.
I catch her around the waist before her second foot hits the ground, and pull her into my arms. “There is one tiny human-sized button I would love to push all day. With my fingers. My tongue.”
She melts against me, the desire in her eyes mirroring my own. “Is all that button-pushing part of the preparation?” Her lips remain parted after that last word, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out enough to make my cock weep precum down my thigh.
Though she will never be able to take me fully into her mouth, I long to feel her tongue on my shaft. Licking me. Tasting me. “Making you come over and over, until your body is totally relaxed and wet for my cock, is part of the preparation.”
“Part of it?” The faintest hint of concern flickers in her green eyes. And rightly so.
“If you want to take my cock, I’ll have to stretch you with my fingers first.”
“How many?” she whispers, rocking back and forth against the ridge in my pants with enough pressure to drive me mad.
“Three. Four. Maybe all of them,” I say, watching her eyes open wide and her lips do the same. “If you don’t want that—”
“I do. I want it all. I want it all with you.”
All. She’s speaking of the acts we will share. For now. And for now, that is enough.
HOPE
“Have you ridden on a tractor?” he asks.
“Never.”
“Climb up.”
I wait a beat to see if he’s serious, and of course he is. He’s Ogram. “This isn’t the ride I expected you to give me.”
Chuckling, he gives my ass a light pat.
Heaving an exaggerated sigh, I maneuver myself up and onto the thing for the second time. Ogram follows, lifting me effortlessly while sliding onto the seat, then settling me on his lap.
“Okay, this isn’t the worst thing ever,” I say, wiggling until my back is pressed tight against his broad chest.
His body shakes with silent amusement, the motion sending waves of warm tingles rippling through me.
“One more adjustment will make it better.” He lifts my right leg and places on the outside of his, repeats the action with my left leg, then gathers my sundress around my waist. Looking over my shoulder, he traces the edge of my lace panties, which sit just inches above the place I want his fingers most. “The evening we walked on the beach, you described skimpy underwear meant to tempt your date to remove them. Did you wear these for that purpose?”
“Yes,” I say, holding my breath as he slides his hand beneath the lace.
“I look forward to removing them.” He fires up the tractor with his other hand. “Until then, hold on tight, and enjoy the ride.”
I gasp as the tractor lurches forward, pitching my pussy against his fingers.
Two of them bracket my clit, squeezing firmly enough to make me moan and squirm.
With the vibrations from the motor, the bumpy ride as we drive through a field, and Ogram’s consistent, pinpoint-accuracy pressure as he rolls his fingertips around my clit, I’m helpless to do anything other than rock my against his touch.
And moan. Pant. Come. “Ohhh god, oh god, yes…”
Ogram’s deep rumble fills my ears. “You’re not done,” he says when the sensitive aftershocks hit and I try to wiggle away from his fingers.
“Again. With my fingers inside you.” Continuing to drive as if it’s second nature, he slips one long, thick finger inside me.
Swirls it around, slides it out, then enters me with two.
My pussy clenches around them, and, gripping his legs, I lean forward to take his fingers deeper, moaning when my clit presses against the mount of his palm.
“Come for me, get your cunt ready for my cock.”
I suck in a breath, and his movements still.
“Are you in discomfort?”
“No, it’s just, I…nobody has ever used that word with me. About me.”
“I say it with passion and reverence for your body, but if it offends you, I will never speak it again.”
“I…I want you to use it. With me.”
“There will only ever be you.” He kisses the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, slowly pumping his fingers into me while pressing his hand to my clit.
My eyes roll back in my head when a bump in the field drives his fingers deeper. “Ogram,” I pant, grinding and rocking on his hand.
He answers by biting my shoulder just hard enough to send erotic heat through me. Breathing hot and fast against my skin, he finger-fucks me, curling and twisting and dragging in all the right places, pushing me into a sharp, white-hot orgasm.
When I shudder with aftershocks this time, he withdraws from my panties. His arm bands around me, pulling me against his chest as the tractor jerks to a stop.
I turn my head at the sound of his moan, and find his eyes closed, his lips sealed around his fingers. Tasting me and loving it. It’s beyond hot. It’s…powerful. “Does my cunt taste good?”
His dark eyes pop open, glinting with something wilder than simple arousal. “You will soon know just how delicious you are.”
Simple words, but the way he says them, it’s almost like a threat. Like he plans to oral me to death. I can’t think of a better way to go.
“Where are we?” I ask once we’re both on the ground. The crop fields are behind us. Faint track marks form a narrow path through a wooded area that appears to open into a clearing not too far ahead.
“The place I told you about, the woods where I lived before the Revelation. I keep a small barn out here as a private place for me alone. I come here when I want to feel a deep connection to my roots. My troll nature.” Facing me, he takes my hand and places my palm on his chest. “If we couple today, it will trigger my rut, a deeply primal mating I have never shared with another.”
“I understand why you’d want to have that experience here,” I say softly, “but are you sure you want it with me?”
“I have never been more sure of anything, Hope.”
This isn’t just sex for him. It’s a big deal. Something he’s waited for, thought about. An important moment.
He sees you as his mate. As in, for life.
Nodding, maybe to him, or maybe to myself, I wrap my arms behind his neck, thread my fingers through his thick hair, and pull his head down until our foreheads and noses touch. “Share it with me.”
His lips crush against mine as he sweeps me off the ground.
Snug and secure in his arms, I close my eyes and open my lips, surrendering to the gentle power and passion of his kiss.
I’m breathless by the time he carefully lays me out on a worn blanket atop a soft pile of hay.
The ridiculously small purse I bought at the thrift store when I traded in the shoes from hell slides to the ground, reminding me of a step I’d be foolish to skip, no matter how fast he makes my heart race or how easy it is to envision a fairy-tale perfect future with him.
“The contraceptive sponges I told you about are in my purse,” I say as he kneels and removes my shoes, then slides his hands up my legs, pushing my dress up with them. “I need to insert one before you insert you.”
“You aren’t ready to take my cock yet, and I’m going to take my time enjoying the preparation.”
A shiver runs through me at his words. Another as he slides my panties down my legs.
His work-roughened hands grip my thighs and guide them open, his eyes closing as he takes a deep breath. “Gods, your scent. I have never smelled anything sweeter,” he says, settling between my legs and drawing my legs onto his shoulders.
The first touch of his tongue to my clit is electric.
My hips jerk upward, offering my pussy like a bowl of cherries.
Because even though I’m not a virgin, this might as well be my first time.
I’ve never had this kind of instant, intense physical response to anyone else.
Never wanted someone the way I want him.
Over and over, he drags his tongue along the seam of my pussy in long passes, each one dipping deeper between my labia before ending at my clit, where he suckles and flicks until I’m at the edge, then leaves me hanging, to start again at the bottom.
Just when I think I can’t last another teasing pass, he stays latched on my clit, sucking and flicking while sliding two fingers inside me and curling them, twisting and tapping them.
My orgasm hits without buildup or warning, my back bowing off the blanket as I cry out. It rolls through me in waves, warmth and wetness spreading across my thighs as I buck against his face until I can barely— “Oh god, can you breathe?” I say, trying to scramble backward, but he’s not having it.
Holding me in place, he lifts his head enough for me to see the sheen covering his face. And the self-satisfied smile before he licks his lips. “You will never suffocate me with your delicious cunt, though I encourage you to try.”
I wouldn’t have believed I’d find the word cunt hot, but it is when he says it to me. It flips some switch I didn’t know I had. “Then get back down there.” I have never told someone to eat me out. With him—easy as spreading soft butter on warm toast.
Heat flares in his dark eyes. He teases my clit with the tip of his tongue until my hips tilt toward him with a mind of their own, my body begging for more pressure, more speed. Holding my gaze, he slides fingers inside me.
More than before, and I gasp at the extra fullness. “Three?”
Nodding, he pulls my clit between his lips, his tusk teeth pressing against my labia as he doubles down on his feast.
“More,” I say as he twists his fingers inside me.
“Give me more.” I whimper at the loss when he withdraws, moaning at the next press of fingers pushing inside me.
Slowly. Carefully. But intently. A mission to prepare me for his cock.
And god, I want him to succeed. Heat sears me from the inside with the stretch of his hand entering me.
“Keep going,” I pant when I feel his thumb knuckle press the underside of my clit.
He growls against my pussy, his tongue flicking and rolling my clit, then sucking, then, then—
My breath stops and the world goes white, like pure electricity, when he pops inside me fully. I cry out, coming in a blinding-hot rush, writhing and jerking under his mouth, my entrance circling his wrist, my pussy full to bursting with his hand inside me.
He licks me softly as I come down, easing his fingers from my still-pulsing pussy, then gently rolls me onto my hands and knees. “The first time will be easier for you this way.”
The first time. He thinks my body will be able to handle more than one time after all of this?
I watch as he takes his shirt off. Opens his pants.
Takes his cock out. Even after having all his fingers inside me, my eyes still feel as if they’re going to pop out of my head.
He said he was large, but he was being modest. Or trying not to scare me away.
He’s huge. Huge like one of those massive monster dildos online that I always assumed were for shelf effect.
“The sponge,” I croak as he moves closer.
The purse looks like a child’s dress-up toy in his big hand. The sponge, even more so. He examines it like a bizarre puzzle, shaking his head when I hold out my hand. “I will place it inside you. Tell me what to do.”
“Gently fold it in half, then insert it as high as you can inside me, with the loop hanging down. That’s for removing it later.”
He gives it another dubious look before stepping in close behind me and sliding it into me so easily, I barely feel his finger.
But I feel it when his fingers coast over my skin while he pulls my dress up and off. Sparks ricochet through me then, and again as he smooths his hands over every inch of my naked body, from my hair to the soles of my feet.
“You are so beautiful,” he says, stripping out of his boots and pants.
My throat goes dry at the sight of him in his fully glory. He’s so big all over. Broad and thick with muscles upon muscles. And still, his cock looks like unnaturally oversized. Impossible to fit inside me, preparation or not.
To the best of my knowledge, male trolls will only experience arousal if intercourse is possible.
I sure hope he’s right.
Leaning forward on my elbows tips my ass up. My thighs are still slick from the orgasms he gave me, my pussy still warm and pulsing from being fingered and fisted. Looking over my shoulder at him, I reach around and touch myself, gasping at the sensitivity, the instant urge to come.
“Hope.” It comes out deep and rough, his chest rising and falling fast, nostrils flaring as he strokes up and down a cock so big, it makes his hands look average in size, which they’re not. Far from it. “I will not be able to stop once the rut begins.”
“I’m sure,” I say before he can offer me one last chance to back out. “I trust you. I want you.”
Stepping behind me, he smooths his palm over my curves, then dips between my legs, sliding two fingers inside me and groaning when I push back to take them deeper.
Removing his fingers, he lines his cock up with my pussy, swirling it at my entrance until he’s notched between my stretched lips.
“I’ve been waiting for you my entire life, Hope. ”
“No more waiting,” I whisper. “I’m here now. Take me.”