Chapter 3 #2
And when her orgasm quietly faded, as it eventually did, I was there to soothe her with gentle strokes and caresses, and a kiss on her bare shoulder.
Then, not even trusting myself to speak, I lifted her from my cock and gently finished cleaning her.
Then I lifted her from the shower, wrapped her in a fluffy bath towel, and carried her—with me still dripping water behind—to the couch, where I spread her out and knelt between her legs and licked her until she came again.
It was like I couldn’t get enough of the taste of Jocelyn Dupont.
She came twice before the room service arrived, then we spent an hour resting and feeding each other.
I loved her unique combination of shy and bold, how she could do something utterly wicked while blushing so fiercely.
I loved that she could meet my eyes when she told me what she wanted me to do with her, but not when she said what she wanted to do to me.
And I loved the taste of her. Gods below, I loved the taste of her.
My Kteer wasn’t silent; it howled in response to her pleasure, urging me toward more, more, addicted to the sound of my name on her lips.
I marked her with my cum twice more, and lost count of how many times I’d brought her to climax. But eventually—after another shower—she fell asleep, exhausted, in my arms. I laid there on that bed, Kteer still humming, and watched her sleep.
She was smiling, and that did something to my chest that my Kteer couldn’t.
I would give her a few hours’ rest before I woke her for another round…
Jocelyn
When I woke, I was disoriented. Strange predawn shadows on the ceiling, a strange ache between my legs, strange dryness in my throat…
But none of that was so strange as the sensation of being cradled so gently by a pair of huge green arms and a stranger’s even, warm breath against the top of my head.
Well, after the last few hours, I guess I couldn’t call Brakkor a stranger.
After all, I’d spent the last few weeks getting to know him via MonsterSmash, and we’d spoken on the phone after we’d exchanged our medical tests. I liked him, the way he made me laugh, and his upfront way of looking at the world…
And I most definitely liked the way he could make me feel.
Oh God, did I like that.
For years now, I’d been fantasizing about sex with an orc, and I was so proud of myself for finally making it happen, in the best way: open, honest, no strings attached. But there was a part of me that acknowledged it wasn’t just sex with an orc that was so good…it was sex with Brakkor.
He’d made me feel beautiful, sexy, and completely worthy of that pleasure, which had been…remarkable.
Magnificent.
No one had ever called me that before, and the memory of his voice in my ear, his fingers on my skin…I shifted in the bed, pulling away from him just slightly. Brakkor continued to sleep, and I turned enough to stare at the curve of his jaw in the dimness.
He’d woken me at least twice—time ran together—right here in this bed, to make me come again. And again. He was the only male I’d ever met who seemed to enjoy eating me out, and even enjoy wasn’t the right word for how Brakkor approached my pussy; he seemed addicted to it.
And there’d been a time or two when I’d seen him looking almost reverent as he dragged his fingers through his cum and spread it across my thighs…
Yeah, Brakkor was pretty incredible in bed, and if I let myself, I would happily sink back down into his hold and never want to leave.
But this was an agreement for one night only, a hookup we very clearly defined before we even met. And if I allowed myself to fall back into his touch, it would hurt when the morning officially came, and he kissed me goodbye.
Chad had taught me that; I needed to be the one to leave, so I wouldn’t be hurt.
Slowly, I rolled away from Brakkor, careful not to wake him up.
On the table by my side of the huge bed was a full glass of ice water, still sweating from the cold. He’d known I would wake up thirsty—likely dehydrated from all those orgasms!—and had taken care of me while I slept. Before I even understood what I would need.
My hands shook as I lifted the glass to drink.
I liked Brakkor too much. I liked him enough that it was going to hurt to say goodbye to him.
I needed that goodbye to be on my terms. After Chad had walked away, I’d learned that goodbyes hurt less if you weren’t emotionally invested or if they were on your terms. Well, I was already emotionally invested in this amazingly sweet orc who could make me come just by winking at me, so I had to say goodbye before he could.
My feet made no sound as I slipped out of bed.
It took longer than it ought to, finding my clothes and my bag, but I couldn’t risk turning on a light. If Brakkor woke, I’d have to have the awkward goodbye conversation anyhow, which would defeat the purpose.
My underwear and bra were ruined. For a moment, I considered leaving them for him to find, but didn’t want to make him think that I thought this evening was important enough to require a memento, so I shoved them both in my bag.
Maybe I needed a memento after all.
I paused at the door and glanced over my shoulder at the hulking form in the bed. Brakkor slept with a peaceful expression on his face, and for a moment, I positively ached to tiptoe over and brush one last kiss over his cheek.
But one kiss wouldn’t be enough, I knew that. I’d end up kissing his lips, then his throat, and soon I’d be speared on his cock again, and then I’d lose my courage to say goodbye.
You can do this. My hold on the door handle tightened. Walk away now…so you don’t have to watch him walk away later.
I swallowed down the ache in my throat and turned away, stepping into the hallway and out of Brakkor’s life.
I had the memories of tonight, and that would be enough.
They had to be.
One night only. I wasn’t going to be hurt again.