Chapter Twenty
Penelope
“I don’t accept your apology,” Dristan said as he groaned with appreciation over his first bite of steak, “but you’ve made some headway with this meal.”
“Why do I even have to apologize?” I laughed, glancing down at where he was toying with my fingers on the table. I struggled to eat with one hand, but for some reason, I didn’t want him to release me.
It was easy to push boundaries when it came to Dristan, but I had to remember who he was— what he was. My boss. I couldn’t let the overwhelming comfort I felt with him overtake the facts.
“You didn’t tell me everything when you accepted the job. I could have given you the damn advance right away,” he groused.
I tried to hide my smile, but it was difficult to do when he was pouting—and what a spectacular pout it was.
“It feels like you don’t trust me,” he added. His yellow gaze was on me now, narrowed with censure.
“I barely knew you when I accepted the job, Dristan,” I whispered, the moment feeling intimate as I continued, “I still don’t know you as well as I want to.” His eyes darkened to amber at my words and I had to swallow past the sudden lump in my throat. “But I trust you.”
“How much do you trust me?” he asked, abandoning his food and turning to face me, both my hands in his now.
We’d taken seats at his huge island for an informal meal, seated next to each other rather than at the table where there’d be more space between us. Evading his sharp, searching gaze, I focused on where our hands met. His huge and dark green, veined and powerful. Mine, brown and delicate in comparison.
“You’re a good male,” I whispered, keenly aware that I was baring something to him that I shouldn’t. I was crossing a line that I didn’t know how to undo. “You’re the only male outside of my family that I’ve ever trusted fully. And it’s insane because I’ve only known you for a short time, but—” I looked up into his eyes—that were darkening by the second. “—I can’t help myself.”
The growl that left his throat before he dipped his head warned me that he was coming. It didn’t matter how much warning I received, though. In that moment, nothing could have stopped me from leaning up to meet him.
Our lips met and I felt a sizzle all the way down to my toes. I’d never kissed an orc before. Mostly humans and one shifter—in his human form. His mouth was wider than mine and his tusks presented a tantalizing challenge.
His lips were unexpectedly soft—softer than I’d ever imagined and he was so tender I wanted to cry. He kissed me like I was porcelain. The gentlest, sweetest meeting of lips.
That didn’t last long though. He took control with one gentle thumb under my chin, tipping my face upward toward him. My lips parted automatically and I was introduced to the wonders of his tongue.
It was pointed at the tip, strong and long. Intriguingly long, but I tried to keep those thoughts under check.
“Dristan,” I murmured against his lips and that spurred him on. He deepened the kiss and I was lost.
My mind was a spiral of lust and longing. I hadn’t realized how much I needed this male to touch me until we were . Common sense tried to slap me back to my senses, but my thoughts were a hazy mess.
My panties were soaked and I reached to hug him around his broad shoulders and thick neck. The corded muscles there flipped a switch inside me.
I was on his lap before I knew what I was doing, my thighs stretching deliciously around his wide body. His cock pressed against my pussy from inside his pants. Awe and trepidation filled me as I rolled my hips against him, attempting to measure his size.
I don’t think we’ll fit.
My brain was attempting calculations while my pussy was already fully onboard—leaking for him. He tilted his head, deepening our kiss and ridding me of any thoughts still left in my brain.
My nails scraped lightly at his scalp and he shuddered under me. Shuddered . This massive, powerful orc shook under my hands.
The realization struck pride in my heart. In every other part of my life I was at everyone else’s mercy, but not here. Here—with him—I was in control.
I already knew that if I told him to stop, he would. He’d probably be grumpy and annoyed, but that wasn’t anything new. I grinned against his lips and he pulled away to eye me carefully.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, accusation clear in his tone.
“Not you,” I murmured, running my thumbs across his lower lip. His pupils dilated wildly at that movement, until his eyes were almost pure black. “But we have to stop.”
His heavy brow dropped in annoyance. I shook my head, stopping his argument in its tracks. “I’m really attracted to you too, Dristan.”
“Good,” he stated, cuddling my ass in his big palms and making me squeak.
“But I work for you,” I told him, climbing carefully off of his lap.
He grunted his disapproval, but released me all the same. I bit my lower lip between my teeth as my entire body ached for him. The distance between us seemed unnatural now that I knew what he felt like against me.
Confusion whirled in my mind and I took another step away from him. “Let’s just pretend that this didn’t happen, okay?”
I backed away from him, eyeing his splayed thighs and the outline of his cock greedily. The heavy breaths of his huge chest, rising and falling—causing a trickle of cream to slip down my thighs. I watched Dristan’s nostrils flare and realized that he could scent my arousal.
Not that I was helping much. I could slide across the floor with how wet I am.
I all but ran into my bedroom, pressing my forehead against the cool wood of the closed door, squeezing my eyes shut as I pictured him as he had been sitting—aroused and ready in that chair.
If I had any good sense, I’d have stripped that male and put him to good use. Instead, I walked backward to my bed, stripping myself as I went. By the time I hit the edge of it, I was only in my underwear. I scrambled backward, my eyes still squeezed shut, refusing to lose the picture I was seeing.
I had two fingers in my pussy and my other hand pinching my nipple before another second passed. A keening moan left my throat and I tried to stifle it, but it was almost impossible.
I was on fire for Dristan. Lost to everything but sensation. Even if I couldn’t have him in reality, I could have him like this. The image of him soon became a fantasy.
He stood from his chair, that grumpy face transforming into a confident, cocky smirk. I whimpered as my fingers pumped inside my body.
He was on me then, his big palms spreading my legs wider. I followed imaginary-Dristan’s lead, angling them to make room for him.
In my head, he ran his tusks up my thighs while keeping that watchful yellow gaze on me.
“Dristan,” I cried, and the dark chuckle from the doorway snapped me out of my trance.
I flinched, snatching my fingers out from my underwear and covering myself with my hands instead. Dristan was shirtless now, lounging in the doorway of my bedroom, his shoulder propped on one side of the jamb while his bulging arms were folded across his massive chest.
“D-Dristan,” I gasped and he nodded at me.
“Yes, that’s what you said before, too,” he purred.
My mouth opened and closed, trying to come up with anything to say to him, but I couldn’t. Instead I watched as he stalked over to me—eerily silent for how huge he was—and reaching down to stroke his thumb over my knee.
“Open,” he growled.
My body complied before I even registered the word. My legs spread wide for him and his yellow eyes twinkled down at my underwear-clad pussy.
One big finger stroked down the center and my head fell back on a moan. “Dristan,” I gasped.
“Let’s take care of you,” he murmured before kneeling in front of the bed, reaching out to grip my hips and dragging me across the bed until my ass was balanced on the edge in front of him.
My squeak was loud, but he ignored me, burying his face against my panties. I whimpered as he swiped his tongue over me through the cloth.
I murmured his name deliriously again and he grinned up at me. I was paralyzed by how handsome he was, but his focus moved back to where I was spread out in front of him.
He lifted my legs over his rock-hard shoulders and tugged my underwear to the side, baring my pussy to him.
I felt heat creep to my face, but ignored it, my gasped breaths loud between us as he dipped his head again. This time the touch was skin to skin and I cried out as he swiped his tongue through my folds.
His deep groan had me stilling for only a moment before he delved his tongue inside me. My eyes crossed as I realized that this male’s tongue felt almost as big and as good inside me as a cock would—well a human cock, I supposed.
My mind went blank as he fucked me with it, not giving me a moment to settle into the thought of him being here—with his mouth on me, his tongue inside me. My hips rocked against his face, my eyes rolling back in my head.
Then his big thumb found my clit and the screech I released would have been embarrassing if my world wasn’t multi-colored behind my eyes. I’d never felt anything this good in my life.
I was so close to coming, already so turned on I was probably soaking the sheets beneath me.
“Please,” I begged, squeezing my thighs around his head, probably strangling him to death.
Instead of admonishing me, he fucked me faster with his glorious tongue, running his free hand in a caress down my thighs to my ass. He squeezed it in his huge palm, pulling me closer until his tongue went just a little deeper, curling upward and touching something that had never been touched before. Something that made the explosions behind my eyes and in my body detonate faster.
My scream could probably be heard across the city as I came, my body going up in flames. My vision went white with ecstasy and I shook under him, but he kept doing exactly what he was doing, riding me through it.
As I came down from the best orgasm of my existence, I shuddered under him, gasping with the sweetest sensitivity. I pushed at his head fruitlessly until he finally released me with a low growl. He glared up at me as if I was inconveniencing him with my inability to withstand any more pleasure.
When he finally pulled away, he tugged my underwear back into place and gave my pussy a firm, pleased pat. I jolted under the touch, but he didn’t pause, standing and leaning over me, one huge arm coming down on one side of my head as he leaned in.
I met him eagerly, his kiss tender and tasting of me. I swirled my tongue with his, tugging on his shoulders, but he gave a low chuckle before he pulled away.
Dristan swiped his thumb over my lower lip and his lips curved in a little smirk before he pulled away. I watched him leave, the muscles flexing in his huge back before he turned back to look at me, a tender expression in his eyes.
“Sweet dreams,” he murmured, closing the door behind him.
All I could do was blink at the solid wood of the door and wonder what the hell just happened.