Chapter 16 #2
He eases his cock head into me, still kneading my clit with a thumb pad, and I see fireworks as I clamp around his girth.
He shudders and lets out a string of expletives in orcish, followed by words I definitely get the meaning of, “Oh fuck, good girl, that’s it, take my cock, take it deep.”
“Yes!”
“You want more…”
“Oh fuck yeah, go deeper.”
“You want me to fucking impale you, babe? You want me to knot you?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant.
“Then you’ve got all of me.”
He eases in, bit by wonderful bit, stretching me, his knot pressing against my clit as he goes, sliding in the wetness of our combined arousal and lube. Lewd slapping noises add to our groans and sighs.
And still his cock thrusts deeper until I feel like I’m going to be stretched asunder.
He senses a moment of resistance in my vulva, and pauses. “You need me to stop?”
“No, no, fuck, go on, please Otis.”
Pain gives way to mind-blowing pleasure as I relax and open to him.
I’m teetering so close to orgasm, but I need to be stuffed full to the brim to fall over the edge.
I push my butt higher into him, begging, and he fills me with one last cant of the hips, holding me around the waist to steady me into his thrust.
We move together in perfect synchronicity as his knot expands inside me. The base massages my swollen clit and that, along with Otis’s reflection in the mirror, raw desire written all over his face, his tusks and eyes shining in the light, all of it spirals me closer to my release.
My head arcs back, my eyelids flutter. “Oh yes, yes Otis, oh my god, I’m coming!” I scream as my orgasm hits, not just in my pussy but everywhere, right up to my scalp and down to my tightly curled toes.
And that does it. Otis slams the palm of one hand into the mirror so hard the glass cracks, as he rides me, shouting my name as his release gushes into me.
Finally, we flop together.
“You broke the mirror,” I gasp.
“As long as I didn’t break you,” he croaks, between pants.
“Break me?” I laugh softly. “No, you’ve freed me, Otis. I have never, ever experienced anything as incredible as this.”
“Neither have I,” he murmurs into my hair. “You are amazing. Beautiful. Beyond my wildest dreams.”
As he slumps over me, he pulls my ragdoll body into him.
“Erm, one problem,” he husks softly. “We’re going to be joined for a while. Until my knot subsides.”
“For how long?”
“Half an hour maybe.”
“Right.”
Yes, we probably look comical, and no I won’t go into detail as to how Otis and I make it to the bedroom, but suffice it to say, he has me clasped to him and I am well and truly impaled still.
“Easy does it,” he says as he rolls us both gently onto the mattress, me in front, him behind and he spoons me against his belly. We lie there and bit by bit, I feel his knot deflate. The occasional flex of his cock inside me makes my pussy ripple with pleasure.
Meanwhile, he kisses the back of my neck, big green fingers pulling aside the thick straight curtain of my hair.
“I love your hair,” he whispers, a tusk nudging my neck.
Finally, he eases his cock out of me, and I turn toward him and snuggle in.
His red eyes are dreamy as he kisses me tenderly. I’m getting used to the feel of his smooth tusks moving on either side of my face. It adds an extra something. Our tongues tangle lazily, and I run a hand over his short hair.
“I’ve wanted to ruffle your hair since I met you,” I murmur. As though it wasn’t just two days ago, but months. “It’s weird, but I feel I’ve known you forever,” I add softly.
“Me too. I guess we’re not behaving in the most professional way,” he says ruefully.
“Who cares? I arrived for my first day at work in a bikini. We got off to an auspicious start, so I guess we should carry on that way.”
“Yeah, well, confession time, you turned me on as soon as I set eyes on you. And that, I can assure you, hasn’t happened in a long time.”
I curl my fingers into the fine dark green hairs in the center of his chest. The rest of his pecs are velvet smooth, his nipples, interestingly, are dark red. Not green. Will I ever cease to be fascinated by our differences? I hope not.
“So no, erm, girlfriend for a while?” I ask innocently, knowing full well from Tippy’s gossip that there hasn’t been, but wanting to hear his side of things.
“Nope. I had a fiancée, but we split two years ago.”
“Ah, and you’ve been single ever since?”
“Yep.”
“Did she… did you… I mean, was it mutual?”
“No. She left me. And yeah, I did the heartbroken thing, buried myself in my work. Until I realized she wasn’t worth my heartbreak. And no-one has made me feel anything since, until you appeared in my life and—BOOM. It was immediate.”
“Same.” I smirk, burying my nose in his chest.
He kisses the top of my head. “You? Boyfriends, girlfriends?”
“No-one really, ever. A few months, you know, at most. Sparkle guys are not… generally good at sticking around. Maybe it’s because few of us can get pregnant.
Folks aren’t willing to invest in a relationship because, you know, no guarantees.
” I realize suddenly that contraception wasn’t even on our radar.
And if Sammy could get pregnant to a minotaur…
eek … I realize that the thought is not at all unpleasant.
“We erm, kind of didn’t think about…you know… ”
“Yeah. I apologize,” he says stiffly. “I have no diseases and erm… yeah. Orc-human pregnancies have not been recorded, so…”
“Human-minotaur pregnancies neither, I assume, until Sammy and Arlo.”
“Good point.” He grins.
“Won’t happen,” I say jauntily.
“Nah. Won’t. But if it did… I’d erm, be there. For you, and the youngling…”
I feel warmth nestle in my heart at his words, but then suddenly his nose twitches. He raises his head, alarm written on his features. “Shit, I completely forgot the cake was in the oven.”
He untangles himself from me, jumps up and strides out, completely naked, his still fluffed cock glistening with our shared pleasure.
I sit up and my pussy lets out a happy little squelching sound.
I go to the bathroom, clean myself up and throw on Otis’s shirt.
When I reach the kitchen, he’s just removed the cake from the oven. I admire his lean naked green butt. It’s sexy as all hell, seeing him in oven mitts, completely starkers.
He’d be great on MasterChef. Or should that be MonsterChef?
We watch a lot of TV shows about cooking in Sparkle. It’s a big thing, watching others cook, though few of us actually get round to trying the recipes, we just leave it to the celeb chefs. I can’t help wondering what would happen if Otis did a bake-off wearing nothing but his apron.
Sparkle residents would probably die of shock.
I hop onto the stool next to the bench and he puts an arm around me. We both stare at the perfect golden sponge cake.
“Seems like we timed it perfectly,” I laugh.
“Yeah.” He smiles down at me. “Are you sure you’re happy to come visit my mom?”
“Of course. Why? Are you having second thoughts about introducing us?” I ask, frowning.
“Gods, no. No. It’s just… Leanna used to come under sufferance, and not often. She said seeing my mom dragged her mood down.”
I stop myself from saying something rude about his ex. He hasn’t said in so many words that he’s over her. Maybe he still harbors some feelings. It hurts a little thinking about it.
Actually, quite a lot.
It’s probably silly to let myself feel this way after such a short time.
Then I remind myself that we’ve just knotted, an intimate beautiful act he never shared with his ex.
I just can’t shake the sense that Otis and I are meant to be together.
OTIS.
Trying to work after the most amazing fuck of your life is not easy.
And not just any fuck either. The first knotting of my life.
Even though it was wild and fun, and I managed to crack the mirror in the process, knotting is a deep bonding experience for orcs, which is probably why I’ve never done it before with a partner.
It’s hard to ignore the deeper implications of this.
I need time to process what knotting Clem meant.
But time is not a luxury I have right now.
I’m sitting in my office, scratching my head when I should be writing equations. I can’t concentrate, knowing that Clem is sleeping in my bed right now. That I could just give up on the coding and go lie with her.
After we’d eaten together, I told her I needed to get on with my workload, but then dared to rumble gruffly, “You can sleep in my bed if you like.”
“Oh, yes,” she purred. “I’d like that. Join me later.”
“You bet I will.” The grin almost split my face as she blew me a kiss and I watched her sashay off down the corridor, that little ass waggling like the biggest invitation.
I shake my head with a low laugh, then looking back at my desk, I yawn, then re-focus on the job at hand. I add the final lines of coding, press the sequence of keys and the program lights up the computer screen.
I throw myself back in my chair with relief. The bugging devices work. Next Jax will have to plant them in Sparkle.
It’s not an easy task. He’ll be operating alone, under cover of darkness. He’ll need to go via the portal cape, to ensure he’s invisible and can get there and back at the speed of light. If they see one hair of his head, his cover will be blown,
He nearly blew it heading up there to get Clem, and yet how can I regret that he did that.
My whole body suffuses with warmth.
Mine.
She’s mine.
The word dances around inside my skull. I never even thought this with Leanna. Never had the desire to possess, but as I rode Clem to completion, knotted her and lay with her in the aftermath, I knew this was special between us.
She’s your mate.
The words fall so naturally into place that for a moment I stop and let them soak in and every cell in my body seems to breathe “yes.”
Unable to stop the sheepish grin the spreads across my face, I force myself to finish the job. I double, triple check the computer system is operating and talking to those tiny devices.
When I finally power down, I realize that I’ll be curling up next to Clem in bed shortly and my heart flies around my chest like it’s just sprouted fucking wings.
Tomorrow she’s going to meet my mom. I feel sure that her sweet presence will help Mom heal.
Clem has already done that for me. She’s helped me to heal from the past few years of pain in just a couple days.
Could this really be the start of something wonderful?
Could there finally be something—someone—in my life, other than work and duty?
I dare to let myself hope.