Chapter 7 #2
“Everything’s better with wine.” That sounded so stupid. I sounded so stupid. Why couldn’t I manage to look away?
Then he was there, within arms’ reach of me. His huge hand closed around mine, tugging the glass close enough for him to sniff. Maybe it was erotic; I don’t know. All I knew was that I shuddered at the feel of his skin against mine, enveloping me, dominating me.
Yes please.
Abydos held my gaze as he smelled the wine. “May I?”
Did I have any idea what he was asking? None at all. Was I going to agree? Absofuckinglutely.
At my mute nod, he drank from my wineglass. Why did that seem more intimate than what we were currently sharing? Swoon.
“Good,” he murmured as he lowered the glass. “Order more of it.”
“It’s—uh.” I swallowed. What were we talking about? “It’s cheap. I bought it…because of the label.” You’re blathering again. “It has a penguin.”
“I like penguins.” He pulled the glass from my hold and moved it to the counter. “I don’t need expensive wine. I liked that one, and I like that you picked it out.”
With that, his hands went to my hips, and I found myself with my head tipped back, staring up at his dark gaze.
Oh. “Um. Okay.”
“Riven,” he rasped.
I felt myself stretching up on my toes when I whispered, “Yes?”
He opened his mouth to answer, but instead of speaking, his gaze turned hesitant, and his tongue flicked out to brush against his broken tusk, causing him to wince.
“No!” I breathed, and to my complete surprise, I reached up to press my fingertips against the left corner of his mouth. “Don’t do that. Don’t hurt yourself.”
Something like confusion entered his eyes as they searched mine, and I forced a smile. “Abydos, you don’t need to live in pain. Whatever happened, you don’t deserve pain.”
“You don’t see my scars, do you?” he whispered.
And I melted.
With my hand pressed against his lips, it was easy enough to curl it around the back of his neck, to pull his head down toward mine. This was what I wanted. This is what I’d been desperate for.
His lips were thicker than I expected, firm and surprisingly smooth, molding over mine as I melted into the pressure.
I gasped against him, careful not to brush the jagged edge of his broken tusk, and he angled his head, guiding me exactly where he wanted me.
My lips fit between those tusks as if they belonged there, as if we’d been made for this.
Heat surged through me, low and insistent.
My chest pressed against his as my pulse raced, every inch of me straining closer.
When his tongue swept out—broad, ridged, teasing—I nearly whimpered.
Sami told me orcs’ cocks were ridged like that, and the thought of him using either on me sent my arousal through the roof.
I could blame the wine, I suppose, but it was more likely I was drunk on Abydos.
He stroked along my lower lip before dipping inside, dragging that textured heat over my own tongue in a deliberate caress that made my knees wobble.
I clutched his neck and shoulders, desperate to stay here, pressed against him.
I felt my core throbbing, but resisted the urge to press my hips forward and grind against him. But oh God was it difficult!
But then his hands tightened on my hips, drawing me closer, and I felt his erection—huge and thick—pressed against my stomach.
My whole body went molten, arousal pooling deep inside me as if he’d lit a fire with nothing more than a kiss.
And still he took his time, tasting, savoring, teasing with little strokes and swirls until I was mewling and damn near humping his leg.
That’s when I felt his lips curl above mine, and he used his hold on my hips to lift me. One moment I was straining on my toes to reach him, and the next, my ass was planted on the cold marble of the counter.
Dimly, I wondered where the wine had gone and if I needed to be worried about knocking it over…but then Abydos nudged my knees apart and stepped between my thighs, and I lost track of everything except him, and the way he made me feel.
His hands, large and warm, slid up from my hips, tracing the curve of my waist, the line of my ribs. I stiffened for a moment—just a moment, remembering how much my body had changed in the last year. And Abydos…somehow he guessed my concern.
Because his touch didn’t move to my breasts. Instead, he slid his hands around my back, spreading his palms across my T-shirt. I wondered if he could feel that I didn’t wear a bra, and if he wondered about it.
But all the while, we kissed, and I could feel myself falling forward into his arms…forever.
His lips left mine, trailing kisses along my jaw, down my throat, each press of his mouth like a brand on my skin.
“So soft,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Perfect.”
Me. He thought I was perfect? Did he remember who I was, who he was? He was my boss, and I…I was a human.
But in that moment, I didn’t think it mattered, because as aroused as I was, he matched me.
I rocked my hips, seeking the pressure I so desperately needed against my core, and I was met with the most perfect resistance.
His cock was a hard, thick line against me, the heat of him searing through the layers of our clothing.
The sensation of him, the thought of him, was driving me mad.
I wanted this. I wanted him.
“Abydos,” I whispered, my voice a plea. I clutched his shoulders, my hips moving with a mind of their own, grinding my clitoris against him. The friction was delicious, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me.
He growled, a deep, primal sound, as his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear. “That’s it, my little human,” he murmured. “Take what you need.”
That’s who I was to him, and that was okay. It was enough. If that’s all this was—an employee dry-humping her boss after some wine because the power of the storm was so damn overwhelming—then that was enough.
Tomorrow I might disagree, but here and now…I needed this.
I gasped as I rocked against him. I could feel the tension coiling tighter, the pleasure building each time my clitoris pressed against his hard cock. I wondered what it would feel like inside me, that ridged cock moving within me, and the thought made me groan out loud.
And Abydos held me to him, as if I were…special.
“Gods below,” he groaned, his lips moving to my temple. “So good.”
The pressure, the sensation, the imaginary feel of him inside me—it was all too much.
With a cry, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me.
I clung to Abydos, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
He held me through it, his hands steady, his lips pressed against my skin, occasionally murmuring quiet words I didn’t understand.
As the last of the tremors subsided, I collapsed against him, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His arms held me close, held me safe. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my cheek, the warmth of his body surrounding me.
And I wanted to stay there forever. Oh God did I want that.
But a particularly loud clap of thunder startled me, causing me to lurch, and his arms to tighten…as if the universe was reminding me that this wasn’t how things were supposed to be.
I’d practically attacked Abydos, dragging him into this kiss, and then I’d used him for my own pleasure. With a groan, I shifted so my forehead dropped against his chest.
“Riven,” he murmured, and it was soft, so gentle, I felt tears in my eyes.
I shouldn’t have done this. Don’t get me wrong—it had been incredible…but had it been what he wanted?
Wincing, I lifted my head to see him staring down at me, his expression alarmingly neutral. His eyes, which were normally dark pools, now each had a tiny green speck in the center, something I’d never seen before, even when he was livid. What did that mean?
How could I get out of here without this being more awkward than it already was?
You can’t, that’s the answer. I couldn’t.
So I lifted my palm to Abydos’s jaw, my fingertips brushing against his lips near his broken tusk. I remembered his wince, the way he seemed to torture himself—or use his pain for some other reason—and I hated it.
But I was his employee. It wasn’t my place to try to fix him. The best I could do was care for him.
Is it your place to hump his thick cock on the counter? This is a food preparation area!
I managed not to groan, but I suspected the smile I forced was a bit sickly.
“Thank you,” I croaked, and he inclined his head just slightly, regally…as if he knew what I was thanking him for. Maybe he did.
When I pushed against him, he stepped back, and I managed not to close my eyes in embarrassment as I slid from the counter and slipped past him. Although my cheeks were likely tomato-paste-red.
I’d reached the door of the kitchen when I heard his quiet, “Good night, Riven,” and that’s when I stopped trying to fight the embarrassed tears.
Good night, Abydos.
I ran to my room and locked myself in, telling myself this couldn’t happen again.
He was my boss…and I’d used him.
Remember, this job is technically still a probationary thing.
I couldn’t afford to lose it. I needed to be professional.
No, this couldn’t happen again.
Right?