Chapter 15 Lick It Like A Lollipop
Lick It Like A Lollipop
Thrakh threw me over his shoulder effortlessly and carried me toward his truck back near the baseball field.
I sat in terror as Thrakh drove like a bat out of hell, or an orc on the way to claim his mate, ignoring every traffic law.
We finally pulled up to a circular driveway off a private path near where he’d licked me like a lollipop, to use Briar’s words, during our first date.
“I’ll give you the tour later,” he muttered before hopping out of his truck.
A second later Thrakh opened my door and hoisted me up his body, not allowing my feet to touch the ground.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, savoring the feeling of contentment overwhelming me.
The thickness of my thighs had never felt comfortable squeezing around someone’s waist, but the way Thrakh pinned me to his body left no room for me to second guess how we fit together.
“You know about knots, peaches?” he asked, nipping and biting my neck as he carried me inside his place. The split-level style entryway was larger than any human-sized door I’d seen. Thrakh took the stairs down toward the basement, taking his time to keep me steady as we went.
The soft lighting and warm air that greeted us was very comforting, but I was too focused on the orc—my mate—carrying me to appreciate anything else.
“Knots, Stevie? I need an answer,” he asked again while slowly lowering me to the floor.
“Yes. I know about knots.” I’d read a lot of books, too much probably if that was a thing, and most of the ones with monsters described knotting as something orgasmic and pleasurable beyond anything humans were capable of.
“Judging by how you perfumed just now, I’d say you weren’t weirded out by them, then?” he pulled away to look at me.
Weirded out? Me?
“Never,” I answered truthfully.
My mate pounced, lifting me, gentler this time and bridal style. He walked farther into the basement. The recessed lighting lit a path enough for me to see dark wood floors and gray painted walls with art hanging on almost every available space.
“Look around later,” Thrakh grumbled, nibbling on my ear slightly. “I need your focus on me before we get to the sauna.”
“Sauna?”
“Yes.” It was a bigger room than I expected made completely of a light-colored wood. Thrakh wasted no time in undressing me and I helped him take his clothes off. We were a tangle of limbs, teeth, and tongues licking everywhere we could.
We acted feral and unhinged in the best way possible.
Like we’d both been on our best behavior for too long and now there was nothing holding us back.
“Good. No clothes. That’s step one.” Thakh kicked the pile of clothes away like it offended him.
I took the moment to gawk at his beautifully built body.
His pale green skin had a few tattoos that I’d have to ask about later with a few rough, jagged scars that probably had stories I’d hear about too.
Thrakh had muscles for days on his arms and torso, I was sure his thighs were big enough to smash a pumpkin between, and his feet looked like they required special-sized shoes.
His thick cock, bigger than any I’d seen in real life, jutted straight out from his pelvis.
It was veiny and bounced against his abs as he stalked back to me.
It had a larger base that swelled slightly, telling me how ready he was to take me.
Then he turned around giving me the best view.
I bit my bottom lip, hoping to hide how I was drooling at the sight of his perfect ass.
“Fuck me,” I muttered, staring at a bubble butt built of muscle and soft flesh that stuck out like perfectly round orbs that needed pinching.
Or slapping. Or squeezing. Or kissing.
I’m going to bite the fuck out of that ass.
I groaned.
“You checking me out, peaches?” He turned around, gracing me with a big grin like he caught me doing something naughty.
“You and that perfect butt you got back there,” I answered. I’d been distracted by the walking smoke show in front of me and momentarily forget my own nakedness.
“Come here.” He called, passing me to enter the sauna.
I walked in as he was pouring water over hot rocks in the corner, filling the room with steam.
The humidity felt sticky but in a way that didn’t want me to claw my skin off.
My shoulders fell, instantly relaxing at the smell of patchouli and maybe lavender?
The soothing scents mixed with the warmth radiating through the soles of my feet, forcing a groan out of me at the sheer comfort of it all.
“My ancestors had a cleansing ceremony in our ceremonial hot spring before any official mating took place.” I listened as Thrakh continued pouring the water slowly on the rocks, the gentle hissing adding an auditory calm to it all.
“We don’t have any hot springs in Maplewicket, but I’d like to get us both ready in the same way before we continue on, if you don’t mind? ”
He turned to face me and I did my best to maintain eye contact. “What does getting ready mean?”
“A little of this and that.” He smirked.
“Not ominous at all,” I murmured, deciding to go with the flow. I trusted him, despite only knowing him a week. I’d do whatever he asked at this point. “Do you have a towel? I’m going to sweat all over the wood, which can’t be sanitary.”
He’d stopped, stalking toward me like an animal hunting their prey. His eyes narrowed before saying, “Good.”
I blushed, backing up as he approached. My knees hit the bench, forcing me to sit and bringing me eye-level with his delicious cock, dripping with pre-cum.
I didn’t waste time. I lurched forward, grabbed his knot and squeezed lightly. I sucked his fat orc cock; the tip hit the back of my throat in one go. I closed my eyes, adjusting to how he felt stuffed in my mouth.
Apple cider and vanilla burst on my tastebuds.
Flavored cum! I worked harder, tasting my favorite dessert with each slurp and suck and lick.
“Fuck—holy shit, Stevie.” He didn’t stop me.
Instead, he grabbed the back of my head, caressing my hair softly.
I was sweating from the sauna’s heat and my limbs felt loose and free.
I ignored the hair sticking to my neck or how my orange curls were probably frizzing out of control.
I focused only on the perfect dick in front of me that tasted like happiness.
I loved giving a good blow job; I never felt forced or guilted into doing it like it was a chore. None of them compared to how I wanted to keep choking on Thrakh’s impressive length forever.
I drew my mouth back, adding a little bit of teeth, preening at his hiss of pleasure at the contact.
I continue exploring him, giving into the desire to squeeze the growing knot at the base.
The heat of the sauna added a whole different sensory experience I wasn’t used to.
I pushed myself to my limits, slobbering all over him, tasting his cum leaking free from his tip like a gift made just for me.
“Okay,” he gasped, pulling slightly on my hair. I sat back and looked into his eyes, wanting him to see the drool dripping down my chin, the sweat pouring off me from the excessive heat, how sated I looked after tasting him for the first time.
“My perfect fucking mate.” He caressed my cheek before leaning down to take my mouth in his. He didn’t shy away from thrusting his tongue into my mouth, surely tasting himself.
“I have to do this before we get to the whole me worshiping you and claiming you as my mate thing,” he whispered.
“Bummer,” I said, licking my lips, staring at his dick still standing straight at attention.
“Naughty,” he tsked. “Now, remember that candle I gave you before?”
“Yes.” I nodded. Briar had made a big deal about it, so I’d left it on my vanity waiting to use until I knew more. “I haven’t used it.”
“I know.”
“You know?” I was confused.
“Well,” he grabbed the back of his neck, looking slightly embarrassed. “It’s made with a special oil, the same oil I have here.” He grabbed a glass olive oil style bottle, pouring a generous amount on his hands. I smelled the same apple cider scent I’d grown to associate with him.
I looked from the oil back to him. A sly smirk grew on his face at my reaction.
“You gave me a jizz candle on our first date?!”