Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Brakkor
I shouldn’t have let myself come so quickly.
But who the fuck could blame me? Jocelyn was addicting, with those sexy little sounds she made, and the way she undulated on top of me, and the scent of her. Godsdamn, the scent of her!
Addicting, alright.
And now that my cock was sated, my Kteer was urging me to focus on her again, to feel—taste—smell—hear her pleasure. The way she’d screamed my name? I felt my chest purring with pride at the thought of the poor bastard in the next room knowing exactly how good I’d made my female feel.
Whoa, she’s not yours.
Right. Not long-term, just for the night.
Jocelyn had agreed to this hookup with all the standard language, and from what I’d learned of her so far, she needed that assurance that this wasn’t serious.
Neither of us were looking for more than just tonight, which is what had allowed her to be so bold.
So deliciously bold.
“What are you doing?” she murmured sleepily as I dragged one hand up her side to gently cup her breast.
“What does it feel like I’m doing?” My lips curled, and I pressed them against her temple. “I like touching you.”
To underscore that, I gave her nipple a little roll, tugging on it in a way that I knew had driven her mad earlier. From the catch in her breathing and the sweet scent of her arousal, it had worked.
“But…I don’t…”
Her skin was turning pink in that adorable way humans’ did when they were embarrassed. I kept my tone light, my hold on her tightening as I used my other hand to caress her other tit.
“You don’t like it when I touch you, Kitten?”
I dare you to lie.
She couldn’t. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she bit her lower lip. “I…I like it.”
I know.
“So what’s wrong?”
Her nose scrunched up. “I’m just not used…um…”
Ah. “You can tell me, Joss.” I tugged on her nipple once more, then closed my hand around her tit and squeezed. “Tonight, there are no secrets between us.”
After all, my seed was perfuming the air, mixing with her arousal. I could smell myself on her skin, and fuck, that made my Kteer go nuts. I wanted her again. I was beginning to suspect that with her in my bed, I wouldn’t stop wanting her.
Going to make tomorrow morning awkward.
Yeah, well, that was tomorrow morning. I was good at that part, the leaving. That’s why I was so clear on the app: one night, nothing more. Just a hookup, something to make us both feel good.
And Jocelyn made me feel real good.
“It’s just…” When she took a deep breath, her breast pushed against my palm, and my lips twitched in approval. “I’m used to…you know. Sleeping afterwards.”
“Are you tired already?” We hadn’t even had dinner.
When she peeked over at me, a flash of honey beneath her lashes, I had to resist the urge to kiss her again. To pull that plump lower lip between my lips and taste her.
“No,” she whispered shyly.
“Ah.” I stroked her skin. “Then you’re talking about your other lovers. You’re used to them rolling over and going to sleep?”
She didn’t answer, but from the way her blush darkened, I knew I was right.
So with a firm nod, I untangled myself, climbed out of bed, and padded toward the bathroom to turn on the large shower. It was a little disappointing there wasn’t a soaking tub, because I would’ve enjoyed feeding Jocelyn strawberries in a warm bubble bath, but I could make do with washing her hair.
As the bathroom began to steam, I returned to find her trying to hide her glorious body beneath the covers. I wrapped my fingers around one ankle and tugged her gently toward the edge of the bed.
“I’m going to order room service, Kitten. That’ll give us enough time to take a nice shower. What are you in the mood for? Steak? Shrimp?”
She was sitting up now, trying to act blasé, like she thought this was normal. I found myself smiling as I helped her to her feet. I was doing a lot of that tonight—smiling.
“Um, a salad is fine.”
I cocked a brow. “A salad and what else? I looked at the menu earlier, and the flatbreads look amazing. Cheesy garlic bread?”
Her nostrils flared, and my grin grew. She was trying to be someone she wasn’t, but I liked when a female was honest, so I nodded. “How about I just order a selection, and we can try everything?”
“Yeah,” she said in a small voice, her gaze locked on my bare chest. “That’s…that’s good.”
Two steaks, both rare—like most orcs I knew, I liked the taste of red meat—a double order of coconut shrimp, the burrata and balsamic flatbread, the barbeque chicken flatbread, an order of cheesy garlic bread, and yeah, a pear-and-pine nut salad. And a selection of slices of pie for dessert.
Jocelyn watched me order, eyes wide. I shrugged at her when I hung up. “I’m a growing boy. I need my energy.”
For the first time since she’d screamed my name as she came around my cock, I saw her embarrassment ebb away, replaced with a small grin. “Yes, you do.” Her gaze dropped once to my semi-flaccid cock, then back. “And you are.”
It was the twinkle in her honey-warm eyes that made me laugh, despite the scent of her awkwardness. When I stepped forward to scoop her up, she gasped, then relaxed against me, a small chuckle forcing its way out as she played with the hair at the back of my neck.
“You are strong. I don’t know many guys who can lift me.”
I pretended to scowl. “Then you know the wrong kind of males.”
My cum coated her thighs, and my mouth watered again, ready to lick them clean. But first things first. I marched us both into the bathroom, checked that the water temperature was okay for her, and gently set her feet on the tile floor.
When I stepped in behind her—admittedly, the shower got a lot smaller with me in it—she shuffled out of the way.
“We’re showering together?” she asked.
“Sure. Saves time.”
Plus it was an excuse to touch her again, and I used it.
There was a built-in bench across the back of the shower, and I settled onto it, pulling Jocelyn onto my lap while the water splashed her toes. As I washed her hair, my fingertips digging into the tension in her scalp, I felt her relax inch by inch, until she was resting bonelessly against me.
I thought she might have been sleeping, but she stirred enough to ask, “Why are you doing this for me?”
Frowning in surprise, I answered before I could think through her reasoning for the question. “Because you deserve it.”
Jocelyn was quiet for another full two minutes before she shifted on my lap. “How do you know that?”
My lips twitched. “Because you’re magnificent, Joss. You deserve pleasure, and I’m grateful I could be the one to give it to you.”
She made a little noise that might’ve been an, “oh,” which made me smile against her hair and continue my ministrations. But after another minute, I realized my Kteer was urging me toward something, and my cock wasn’t far behind.
Magnificent.
Yeah, that was the truth.
“Jocelyn?” I murmured.
“Mmm?”
“I want to touch you again. Is that okay?”
I felt her stiffen for a moment, then she reached for one of my hands. Maybe it was easier since she was facing away from me, but she guided that hand to her breast and held it there.
“Yes,” she breathed, and I smiled against her wet hair.
Slowly, carefully, I washed her, the warm water sluicing away my scent from her.
But my touch made up for it; I could smell her arousal growing.
I pushed her thighs to straddle mine, so when I spread my knees slightly, her legs splayed open as well.
My cock throbbed fully erect against her back, but I ignored it in favor of touching her.
Her cunt was soon as wet as it had been an hour ago, and it had nothing to do with the steam from the shower. I stroked, I teased, until she was moaning in my lap. When she grabbed my hand and pressed the base of my palm against her clit, I felt my Kteer howl with pride.
“That’s it, Kitten,” I murmured. “Show me what you like.”
She did.
Gods below, she did.
I made love to her slowly, with my fingers and palms and breath on the back of her neck. There was no insistence, no desperation, just the two of us reveling in the sensations, and my Kteer purred the whole damn time.
Soon she was squirming breathlessly on my lap. “Brakkor, I want…” The plea turned into a moan as I curled my fingers inside of her.
“Not enough?” I slid my fingers from her weeping core. “You want something thicker?”
“Please…” she whimpered.
And I smiled wickedly as I held her hips, guiding her upward until my cock sprang forward and nestled against her entrance from behind, her legs trembling to stay on her toes. “Ready, Kitten?”
Her response was to sink down atop my cock with a low groan. Deeper, further, lower, until she was fully seated, and her orgasm crashed over her. When she gasped my name this time, the echoes off the shower made it sound even louder.
This was a bit of orc biology my father had once explained to me as being useful to ensure our Mates were properly lubricated for sex.
I’d scoffed, even then, because how gullible did he think I was?
Mates were just a bullshit term for partner, and I didn’t need a long-term commitment like that in my life.
But I have to admit, the instant orgasms made me popular with my hookups.
I wrapped my arms around Jocelyn, my forearms pressing into her stomach, holding her flush against me as she jerked and groaned atop my cock. Unable to help myself, I slid my hand down to her cunt, and pressed against her clitoris the way she liked, prolonging her pleasure.
And I rested my back against the slick tile and focused on the feel of her inner muscles squeezing my cock. It was…remarkable. It was like every bit of me was absorbed by that sensation, feeling her coming around me.
It left me breathless.
Like I was witnessing a miracle.
Which was fucking stupid, because I’d had plenty of women come on my cock in the past, so why was this one feeling like a religious experience? I was content to just sit there and feel her, rather than worry about my own pleasure.