Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Jocelyn
It was entirely possible I was going to regret being so bold. Later. Much later.
Because right then? Standing beside Brakkor, waiting for the elevator? All I knew was that my blood was humming in anticipation, and he smelled delightful.
I don’t think I’ve ever, in my entire life, thought of a male as smelling delightful.
All the things he’d said to me over the last few days—on the phone, over text—about how he could make me feel, were jumbled up with the memory of how his lips felt against mine.
Dear God, that kiss had been beyond anything I could have possibly imagined…
and he’d done it just to scare off a guy who hadn’t believed I was waiting for him.
Kitten, this is a kiss.
This was all a game to Brakkor—his cocky grin proved it—but to me, tonight was about…well, about liberation. I’d wanted this sort of experience for a long time, and with Kesha’s urging, I was finally going to make it happen.
I’d done my research, I knew what to expect when I had sex with an orc…and I couldn’t wait.
“So…” I cleared my throat as the elevator dinged, and he held the doors open for me to step in first. “You’ve done this before?”
We both turned to face the doors, and I was grateful we were alone. The reflections in the metal showed us: him looking deliciously gorgeous with all those tattoos and that easy smirk, me looking nervous as hell, gripping the straps of the shoulder bag I’d packed with my overnight essentials.
Brakkor’s reflection grinned, a quick flash of teeth. “All the time.”
“Oh.”
I told myself I wasn’t disappointed. It wasn’t like I was expecting our night together to mean something. This was about mutual satisfaction, that was all. I’d signed up for MonsterSmash for this exact reason, and he’d been the one, down in that bar, to tell me I was doing the right thing.
This was about embracing pleasure. Embracing me, and dammit, I could do it for me.
I deserved it.
It wasn’t like I was looking for a forever.
No, Chad had cured me of those sorts of longings for a good long while.
This kind of arrangement was exactly what I needed: no strings, no expectations, no confusion.
I was going into this with both eyes open, and I was going to enjoy the hell out of tonight.
“You ready, Kitten?” Brakkor asked as he pulled out his key card.
I took a deep breath, and admitted in a shaky voice, “No, but I want to be.”
He chuckled and turned the door handle. “Don’t worry. It’s my job to make you ready.”
When I stepped into the room, I sucked in a breath. I’d known this chain was one of the nicer hotels in the area, but I hadn’t expected the chilled champagne or the chocolate-covered strawberries or all the decorative pillows or the soft lighting.
It looked like…like a love nest.
Maybe I was standing there in the middle of the room like an idiot, because I felt Brakkor step up behind me and slip the handles of my bag from my shoulder. Swallowing, I turned around…only to realize how close I was to him.
Close enough to kiss.
I didn’t back up but tipped my chin so I could peer up into his dark gaze, and the rest of the room—champagne, strawberries—narrowed to just him.
And the way his tongue brushed against one of his tusks, like he was tasting something particularly delicious, as he reached up to brush a strand of hair away from my cheek.
“You look beautiful, Jocelyn. I should have told you that earlier.”
I felt the blush starting somewhere around my boobs and working northward. “Oh.” My gaze dropped to his mouth. “Thank you. You look…”
Perfect.
Wicked.
Like all of my naughtiest fantasies come to life.
When he huffed out a little bit of air in what might’ve been a laugh, I wondered if he could read my thoughts.
His fingers lingered on my cheek. “Doesn’t matter how I look, just how I can make you feel.
You, though? Damn, Jocelyn, you’re sexy tonight.
I thought those pictures you sent me were hot, but… ”
His hand left my cheek to land on my bare upper arm, then slid down to my waist, then lower to my hip. His fingers brushed the hem of that too-short red dress, and I shuddered, every inch of my body seemingly hyper-focused on that touch.
Brakkor leaned forward, his lips near my temple when he whispered, “I touched myself, looking at those photos, Kitten. I fucked my own hand, thinking of what it would feel like to sink into you.”
With a whimper, I felt my knees go out.
I would have fallen had I not reached for his chest at the same time his free arm caught me, pulling me against his hard chest. I could feel something else hard and thick, straining against his jeans, and unconsciously I gyrated against him.
His fingers inched beneath the hem of my skirt, pulling it upward with excruciating slowness.
“I’ve never done that before,” he murmured harshly against my temple, his breath stirring the little hairs that were used to being pulled into a messy bun. “I’ve been looking forward to this—to you for a while.”
God, I was so horny, when I pressed my thighs together I could feel the way my undies were soaked through. He might be bullshitting me, but it was so unbelievably sexy.
“You…” I swallowed, trying to play it cool. “You probably say that to all the girls.”
He huffed a bit of air—another laugh?—as his fingers curled, exposing more of my hip to the air.
“I don’t have to lie, Kitten. I like the app for that reason—we can be totally honest with each other, what we want.
” Now he flattened his palm against the skin of my hip, branding me.
Claiming me. “We have an agreement, and you were clear: I want you to fuck me. You still want that, Joss?”
I shivered, my grip on him tightening as his fingers slid around toward my ass, brushing the line of my panties. No one called me Joss. Of course, no one called me Kitten, either…
“Yes,” I managed, then swallowed. “I do want that. When we chatted, you seemed very clear what you wanted.”
“Mutual pleasure.” His fingers found my underwear, sliding beneath, his fingertip dipping along the curve of my ass cheek toward the dark recess behind… “I’m very, very good at that, you know.”
Cocky. I felt my lips curve. “You mentioned you’d done this plenty of times, with plenty of women?”
“Hunt.” His lips found my skin. “Catch.” His fingers finally—finally—slid down to my cleft, tips pressing into my wetness from behind. “Fuck.”
I found myself pressing up on my toes, allowing his fingers better access to my dripping pussy. “Hunt—”
“Catch. Fuck,” he finished calmly, one thick finger sliding deeper into my core. “That’s the orc way. The way my ancestors did things, the way I do things.”
It was positively primitive. Primal. Feral.
It was, at that moment—standing in a strange hotel room with a stranger’s thick finger in my pussy—one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard.
“Well,” I managed breathlessly, pulling on his shirt until he lowered his mouth toward mine. “You’ve already hunted me, thanks to the app.”
His lips curled as he tipped his head, scraping one tusk along my jaw even as he plunged deeper with his callused finger. “And I’ve most definitely caught you, Kitten.”
“Seems to me…” I turned my head until our lips were a breath apart. “Now comes the fucking.”
With a growl, his lips claimed mine.
That first kiss in the bar had been a revelation—hot and demanding, his mouth claiming mine with a confidence that had melted my knees. But this? This was different. This was more.
Brakkor’s tongue was wide and ridged, nothing like a human’s. When it swept into my mouth, it filled me, stretching my lips in a way that reminded me his finger was still fucking my pussy.
I moaned into him, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt, and he growled in response, the vibration humming through my chest.
His free hand was everywhere—tangled in my hair, tilting my head just so, or gripping my hip just hard enough.
I realized I loved the way he was taking control, allowing me to follow along, near breathless with desire.
This was nothing like sex with Chad, whose half-hearted caresses had taught me my pleasure hadn’t really mattered.
This? This was raw. It was real.
And I wanted more.
When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes burned into mine, his breath ragged. “Fuck, Kitten,” he rasped, his thumb brushing my swollen lower lip. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
I should’ve been embarrassed. I should’ve been mortified by how eagerly I’d kissed him back, how my body was already throbbing with need.
But I wasn’t. Because this was just for tonight.
Because I didn’t have to see him after this.
Because for the first time in my life, I could be exactly what I wanted to be: uninhibited, greedy… free.
He gently pulled his hand from my wetness, but didn’t lower my skirt to cover that skin, so my ass was exposed to the room. I told myself it was silly to feel embarrassed by that, not with how he’d been stroking me.
Brakkor’s fingers found the straps of my dress, sliding them down my arms with excruciating slowness. The cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps, but his touch was hot, searing. He didn’t rush, he…worshipped.
“Godsdamn,” he murmured as the fabric pooled at my waist, leaving me in nothing but my lace bra. His gaze dropped to my chest, his eyes going even darker. “Look at you.”
I bit my lip, suddenly self-conscious. My breasts were big—too big, according to Chad, who had made it clear I needed to lose weight—but Brakkor didn’t seem to mind.
His hands cupped them reverently, his thumbs brushing over the lace covering my nipples.
I gasped as pleasure shot through me, my back arching into his touch.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice rough. “I’ve been dreaming about these tits since you sent me those photos.”