Chapter 9 #2
“It doesn’t have to. You don’t deserve pain.” I bent and kissed the corner of his mouth, making certain I didn’t brush against the broken tusk. I didn’t want to hurt him.
His eyes had fluttered shut. “It reminds me.”
“What does it remind you of?” I breathed.
For a long moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. Then, eyes still closed, brows drawn in, he exhaled.
“Vengeance. Humans hurt me.”
My heart clenched at the reminder, and the reminder that my kind had done this to him, and I kissed him gently again. “One day, will you tell me about it?”
“No.” His fingers dug into my skin, holding me against him. “You’re not like them. The people of Eastshore…”
I smiled softly, beyond glad he’d gone tonight.
“No one here is afraid of you. No one here is going to hurt you, Abydos.”
He didn’t answer, but I watched him swallow.
He needed more convincing.
Well…maybe it was time I shared more of myself.
I pulled away, easing back. Even that movement sent shocks of need through me as my core brushed against him. God, I was soaked just from kissing him. I wanted more, and I needed to be brave enough to take that step.
So, with a deep breath, I reached for the hem of my T-shirt. Abydos opened his eyes when he felt the movement, and before I could chicken out, I wrenched the thing up and over my head.
Slowly, he lifted his head, his attention dropping to my breasts. I never wore a bra these days—I didn’t have to—so there was nothing to hide my skin from his hungry gaze. My nipples pebbled in the cool air, and I heard a strange sort of rumble coming from his chest.
“Do you…” I swallowed. “Do you remember what I told you that first time I met you?” During that disastrous interview.
His gaze flicked up to mine, and he repeated solemnly, “We all have scars.”
“We all have scars, Abydos.” I took his hands, lifting them from my hips, and cupped them around my breasts.
“I’ve never been big, but I used to wear at least a C-cup.
I thought reconstructive surgery meant adding an implant or something, but really it meant reducing the size of the other boob until they were the same. ”
He hadn’t moved his hands. Neither had I. We sat there, eye to eye, both of us cupping my tits.
Until I began to feel a bit silly, so I dropped my hold.
He didn’t.
Instead, still holding my gaze, his hands began to move. He squeezed, just lightly. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, causing me to shiver. Then his other fingertips found the scars along the sides and underneath, and traced them softly.
It was the reverence in his touch which made me breathless. The way he didn’t stare, the way he caressed that part of me, the ugly part, the part I thought had lost all feeling a year ago.
I remember the surgeon telling me he’d be able to keep my nipples, and at the time I hadn’t given a shit, because I just wanted to live. Here and now, though? I was damn thankful for those nipples.
I was living.
Holy crap, when Abydos rolled my nipples? I gasped and arched into his touch, and that rumble came from his chest again.
“Thank you, Riven.”
A smile bloomed across my face. He’d understood.
So I did the only thing I could do; I leaned forward and kissed him again. And again. I kissed not just his lips, but his scars. I kissed the ruined skin along his temple and over his brow. I kissed the puckered skin along his jaw, I kissed the burn marks down his throat.
When he tipped his head back with a groan, I kissed my way down his skin, unbuttoning his shirt to reach more of his scars. And the whole time, he caressed me—not just my breasts, but the rest of my skin too, as if I was someone special.
Cherished.
My core was quivering with need, and I found myself whimpering on almost every breath, the desperation tangible now. I wanted more.
“Abydos,” I murmured against his skin. “Please. I need…”
His hand slid around my ass, pushing my skirt out of the way. When I arched my back, lifting my butt, his large finger slid along the soaked gusset of my panties, and I gasped as he growled wordlessly.
Our kissing became more frantic. His hand moved between my legs from the front, so he could push aside my panties and slide a single finger through my wet folds.
I damn near came then and there.
With fumbling hands, I reached for his belt, desperate to touch him. He didn’t stop me, but he did shift me forward so he could bend his mouth to my breast. One of his fingers slid inside me as his mouth closed around my nipple, and I clenched down hard on his trousers, yanking them open.
His cock strained against his boxers, and by feel, I pulled him free just as he eased another finger into me. I’m not sure which of these two data points caused me to suck in a breath, but both were magnificent, let me tell you.
I widened my stance so I could take more of him, because his cock? Huge. And ridged, did I mention ridged? I slid my palm along it, felt the liquid weeping from the tip, and it’s like my libido went into overdrive.
He slid a third finger inside me—God, how in the world could I take so much of him?—and hummed in approval against my skin as I began to buck.
Knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him? Knowing he was this close to coming already? Yeah, I was already rocking against his hand. But when his teeth caught my nipple and he tipped his head to brush his tusk against my skin?
I screamed, “Abydos!” as I came around his fingers.
When I opened my eyes—when had I closed them?—it was to see him watching me intently, his expression serious. The only part of him that moved—besides the pulse pounding frantically at the base of his throat—was his fingers, curling slowly inside me.
Oh. My. God.
My body still shook with tiny tremors, and I realized I was panting. I thought it had felt good before? Orgasming around Abydos’s fingers had been even better.
But not enough.
No.
No, it wasn’t.
I wanted him to feel good too.
I surged forward, catching his face in my hands and slamming my mouth to his, trying to show him what that had meant to me. “So good,” I murmured in between the kisses I peppered over his lips and jaw. “God, Abydos, that was amazing.”
“That was my treat,” he growled, and I had to laugh.
Miracle of miracles, I felt his lips curl beneath mine. Was that cockiness? It was allowed.
But not enough. Still dropping kisses across his skin, I reached down to capture his cock in both of my hands. I felt him stiffen in surprise, then melt as I stroked him.
“I want you,” I whispered harshly, wondering if I had the dexterity to bend down and suck him off while he was still holding me. “Please? I promise—”
His fingers curled inside me. “No promises, Riven.”
Is that what he thought I’d meant? “No, no, I know that. You don’t have to promise me anything, I swear.
I know this is just—like…” I groaned again when he stroked me from the inside.
Was it possible I was already primed for another round?
“You don’t need to say anything. I know we can’t like date or anything, you’re my boss—”
I broke off with a breathless moan when his fingertips brushed against my g-spot. Dear God, I don’t think I’d ever experienced that with a guy before! My fingers skimmed over the ridges of his cock, and I was already squirming, desperate to feel them inside of me.
“I don’t want you to have to promise me anything, my pretty little human.”
That’s what he thought of me, and that was okay. It was enough, if only he’d let me feel that huge cock.
“Please, Abydos. I’m not asking for any commitment.
I’m clean, I swear—it’s been almost two years since I slept with anyone, and I have an IUD, because I didn’t want to worry—that doesn’t matter.
I just want…” The noise I made when he tugged me toward him with his fingers in my pussy could only be called a mewl.
“You want my thick orc cock, Riven?”
I whimpered, pressing my forehead against his shoulder, realizing I was begging for it like a slut. “Yes, please.”
We were both holding our breaths, but finally he released his and grunted what I chose to believe was an agreement. Eagerly, I sat up, and he slid his finger from me. When I went to climb off—I swear, I just wanted to peel off my undies—his hand closed around mine.
I could feel my own arousal in his touch.
“Do you know what happens when an orc fucks?” he growled, his gaze holding mine.
Breathless, I nodded. “I’m going to come instantly. Sami calls it an insta-O.” I squeezed his cock. “Please?”
His lips twitched. “It’s good to see what you’re actually interested in.”
Did he possibly think this wasn’t about him? I leaned forward to kiss him, even as I maneuvered off his lap. He leaned forward so we could continue to kiss as I wriggled out of my panties and kicked off my boots. He broke the kiss long enough to shove down his trousers and boxers…
My mouth watered at the sight of his cock.
Abydos reached for it, and the way he watched me told me he knew how much I wanted it.
I climbed back into his lap, straddling his thighs once more.
Through the window behind him, stars glittered in the darkness, but I couldn't focus on anything except the magnificent orc beneath me.
His hands found my hips as I positioned myself over his cock, the thick head pressing against my entrance.
"Easy," he murmured, his voice rougher than usual. "Take your time."
I began to ease down and immediately understood what he meant. The first set of ridges stretched me impossibly wide, a sharp burn that made me gasp. But God, it felt good too—that delicious edge between pleasure and pain.
"That's it," Abydos growled, his thumbs stroking soothing circles on my skin. "Breathe, Riven. You’re doing perfectly."
His praise sent heat spiraling through me as I worked to take more of him. I exhaled, allowing my body to release, and as I did, I slid lower atop his cock.