Chapter 6
I’m Your New Religion
Iwas on cloud fucking nine. I hadn’t had as much fun on a date since…well, I didn’t think I’d ever had as much fun as I did with Thrakh.
“What are you smiling about, peaches?” Thrakh asked as he grabbed another apple cider donut to hand feed me from the box he’d bought for us.
After we made it through the spooky parts of the date, we rode the hayride around the property before finding our way to the concession stand for a bite.
He ordered the largest container of apple cider donuts they offered and two hot chocolates, and then we found a perfect little bench swing hung between two large oak trees for us to sit and enjoy each other’s company.
I’d been a little nervous about the strength of the rope holding the bench up, but Thrakh grabbed me before throwing himself on the swing like he dared it to not hold his weight.
Something about a big dude not giving a single fuck if the furniture around him could hold his frame made me less worried about my own size.
Like it was the furniture’s fault for being too small, not mine for having a bigger body.
“Thinking about how this was a really great date, Thrakh,” I answered him honestly.
He smiled, his big tusks making it extra sweet.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you smile that big yet,” I commented.
He grinned even wider at the response.
We sat in contented silence, people-watching while enjoying the crisp fall evening.
“So, tell me what the rest of the night has in store for us, coach.”
“Ugh,” he grunted before adjusting his seating. “You calling me coach should absolutely not turn me on. That shouldn’t be a thing.”
I blushed.
“What? It’s true.” He huffed and inhaled another few donuts. “I was sitting here debating whether to be a gentlemen and escort you back to your house, or if I wanted to invite you to mine.”
I let the offer sink in. My place, which meant going in alone, checking on the kids alone, getting dressed for bed alone, and going to sleep… Alone. Or his house, which meant—
“And what would we do at your place?” I blurted at the thought.
I swore his eyes darkened, even if it was hard to tell in the dim lighting where we were. “I’d rather show than tell, peaches. But it’d involve you naked and me touching you in the ways I’ve been dreaming about all night.”
I squeezed my thighs together at the thought.
How long had it been since I’d been properly fucked? Months? Years?
“I don’t normally fuck on a first date.”
Thrakh growled.
“This wouldn’t be a fuck, Stevie.” He reached over, using his big index finger to tilt my chin up.
This was the second time he’d done the chin-tilt tonight and I was living for every minute of it.
“This would be me savoring you. I can keep my dick in my pants while making that happen. Trust and believe, peaches, that the ways I plan to worship you extend far beyond a simple first-date fuck.”
My eyes widened at his language, relishing the feeling as he dragged his finger from my chin to gently grasp the column of my throat with his giant rough-feeling hand, clearly paying attention to my cues before giving it a light squeeze and pulling away.
My breath hitched again, and I knew my panties were soaked after witnessing his control, his dominance, and the way he knew what he wanted.
Fuck, even what I wanted.
“All right then.” I stood up quickly, brushing off the remaining cinnamon sugar dust from my dress. “Let’s get to your place.”
Me
Heading back to Thrakh’s for a nightcap before coming home. You good?
Briar
FUCKING GET IIIIIT. GET THAT BIG ORC TO brEAK THAT DRY SPELL BABBYYYYYYYYY.
Me
You’re doing entirely too much.
How’re the kids?
Briar
*Picture of Chester and Marigold passed out on the couch surrounded by candy wrappers and stray pieces of popcorn*
Me
Smh. Love to see it.
I’ll text when I’m on my way home.
Briar
Me
Candle emoji??
Briar
Did some reading on orc stuff. I’ll let you know more tomorrow. They’re into some freaky shit.
Freaky good, not freaky psycho.
I’m actually jealous.