Chapter Sixteen
Becca
I should stop him.
The thought was a flutter in my brain—barely there—as I tipped my head back, pleasure bombarding me. This male was a maestro with a pussy. He’d only just started—taking long licks before pushing his thick, long tongue inside me. I was a clitoral stimulation kind of girl. I always had been.
Yet here I was—my ass in an uncomfortable perch on the back end of a sofa that I was 100% worried would topple with my weight, his tongue inside me, having grazed my clit for maybe one second—already on the edge of the strongest orgasm of my life. Had my body just been waiting for him?
As he drove his tongue into me, the thickness making my eyes cross, I was pretty sure the answer was yes. He started a steady thrust and the tingles began in my toes. The ones that told me I was about to come.
I dug my fingers into his hair, my head tilting back and my mind going blank as I squeezed my eyes shut, focused on the male kneeling in front of me and the magic of his tongue. The orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. My entire body stiffened and I screamed, still holding onto him as I realized I was falling backward.
I yelped, but he didn’t release me, his hands moving from my breasts to my ass, balancing me once more as I grinded my pussy against his face. The male was a fucking God. There was no other explanation.
He tongue-fucked me through it, and I whimpered as the over-sensitivity started taking over. That didn’t deter him. His sparkling brown eyes with those gorgeous gold flecks met mine and I watched as he latched on to my clit. My eyes widened with trepidation.
Oh no. He can’t possibly expect me to come again after that.
It looked like he did, though, as he sucked with intention, his eyes never leaving mine. And I was trapped in his gaze, unable to look away as my treacherous body rallied for a second mind-melting orgasm.
“Rok,” I whispered to him and the curl of his lips was all I needed for my world to explode for a second time, stars shattering behind my eyes as I came. My toes dug into his back and my fingers were all buried in his hair now, trusting him to keep me steady as I shook against him.
Oh my Gods, he’s blinded me.
I couldn’t see. Everything had happened too fast and now I was blind. My second orgasm had shattered me and my poor body couldn’t handle that kind of stress.
His soft murmured words in Orcish as he swept that miraculous tongue through my lips once more had me blinking my eyes open.
Oh.
I looked at him, his smug smile in place, but could anyone blame him? The male was uber-talented.
As he nuzzled against my thigh, whispering sweet words that I didn’t understand to me, the endorphins in my brains were telling me that I was feeling things for this male that I just couldn’t be.
Then he reached up and cupped my cheek in his palm, stroking it with a tenderness in his gaze that meant he was feeling the same thing and I knew it was up to me to knock some sense into both of us. I pulled away from him, tumbling backward onto the couch with a screech that I hope wasn’t as loud and embarrassing as I thought it was.
I straightened my clothes as he stood to his full, towering height, his brows drawn in confusion.
“Sorry about that,” I said, patting at my skirt before yanking my bra off the sofa and pulling it on. “I think we got a little carried away.”
He tilted his head at me, his eyes narrowed as I tugged on my blouse. I nibbled on my lower lip, reminded of how he’d stopped me from biting it too hard and my heart did a flutter that frightened me.
Get it together, Becca. You cannot fall for this male. You can’t leave your family behind.
“I-I was going to show you to your room,” I squeaked, trying to walk normally on my knees that now appeared to be made of jelly.
I looked at Rok as he stood from his spot on the floor and bit my lip at the humongous bulge at the front of his pants.
The male is packing a third leg.
I averted my gaze—but not as quick as I imagined I did, based on the smirk he sent my way—and kept walking forward, trying to not walk face-first into any walls or doors. It was a struggle.
I was a pool of post-orgasmic goo and the male who’d gotten me there was right behind me, his pheromones still hitting me right in my hypothalamus. All it was aware of was that I was a female in my prime and this male would give my eggs the best babies.
I mean, they would be exceptionally cute babies.
I gave my brain a stern talking to about priorities and why my family was more important than sex, but all it sent back was images of adorable half-orc, half-human babies in frilly outfits. By the time we made it into his bedroom and were faced with the huge expanse of an orc-sized bed, I was wondering what was so wrong with having a half-orc baby?
I turned to him and it looked to me as if he was wondering the same thing because his eyes moved from the bed to me with lust and intent written across every inch of his expression.
“Oh no, big guy,” I told him, holding a hand out in front of me. “We’re not doing that.”
We should be doing that. Think of the cute babies!
I cursed my inner nesting instincts and kept the space between us, but I could tell he wasn’t happy from the pinch in his brow. He looked at the bed once more and then held his own hand out toward it, speaking to me in his words in a low tone, as if he was trying to be reasonable.
I rolled my eyes and felt around in my pockets until I found my phone. When I got it out and opened the translator, I held it out to him again. He scowled, but repeated his words.
“Bed is for mate and the generation of warmth,” it semi-translated in its monotone voice as my face heated.
“We have indoor heating, so there’s no need to cuddle” I said into the box and when it translated my words, his brow furrowed.
I figured it told him some nonsense, but I didn’t expect him to use his body to corral me against the bed, looming over me until the back of my thighs hit against it.
Oh no.
He licked his lips, a grin playing on his lips. He spoke to the box and waited as it said,
“Yes, cuddle.”
Oh no, no. I have a feeling cuddle doesn’t mean what he thinks it does. Damn you, Zooble Translate!
I tried to move away, but that made me tumble back into the bed. He had my legs over his shoulders in just a moment, and my body melted under him.
More orgasms?
The jarring ring of the phone next to me was the only thing that could pull me from the spell he was casting around me. He turned an annoyed look at my phone and reached for it. We grappled for a short, lust-filled moment before I smacked his big green palm and snatched it from him, answering.
“Hello?” I gasped.
“Oh my,” Penelope drawled on the other end. “It’s only been a half of an hour since we saw each other, Becks. How many orgasms have you had since them?”
My face heated and I eyed where Rok was nuzzling his face against my calf, trying to be covert with pushing my skirt up my legs.
“Two,” I squeaked and her happy squeal had me biting back a grin.
“Fuck yes! I knew that male would be good for you,” she laughed. “You’re keeping him and that’s the end of the story.”
“I can’t keep him,” I told her, jerking as Rok ran his tongue over the skin of my thigh, parting my legs with ease as my head fell back on the bed. “He needs to go back to where he came from and I can’t go with him.”
“Of course you’re not going with him,” she insisted, and I could see her stern look in my head even as Rok’s nibbling moved higher. “But you’re keeping him . He’s going to stay here. He can move into the apartment.”
“That’s crazy,” I said, my voice breathless before I yelped when he nuzzled against my pussy. My half-hearted attempts to push him away didn’t deter him.
“I’m guessing you’re too busy to have a rational discussion right now. Let him give you a few more orgasms tonight and then bring him up to our place for breakfast. We can talk it out.”
I probably said something then, but I couldn’t be sure. Her knowing chuckle told me she knew exactly what was happening as she hung up the phone.