Chapter 22 Orchid #2
He groans low in his throat, the sound pure hunger, and pulls out slowly, making me whimper at the loss.
I roll over onto my stomach and push up onto my hands and knees, arching my back and spreading my thighs for him.
The position makes me feel exposed and powerful at the same time. I look over my shoulder at him.
“On your knees behind me,” I say. “And don’t touch me until I tell you to.”
Poe moves instantly, kneeling behind me. His hands hover near my hips, trembling with restraint. His cock is rock-hard, flushed dark and glistening with my arousal. He looks like he’s barely holding himself together.
I reach back with one hand, spreading myself open for him. “Look at me. Look how wet I am for you. This pussy is dripping because of how good you were for me.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “You’re so pretty like this. All spread open and waiting for my cock. I can see how much you need it.”
I smile, slow and wicked. “Then give it to me. Slide in slow. I want to feel every single inch stretching me open.”
He lines himself up and pushes forward, sinking into me inch by inch, slow and deliberate like I commanded. The stretch is perfect, deep and full. When he bottoms out I moan, pushing back against him until my ass is flush with his hips.
“That’s it,” I praise, voice husky. “Such a good boy. Now fuck me. Start slow and deep. I want to feel you drag against that spot inside me.”
Poe obeys, pulling back almost all the way before sliding in again, slow and powerful. Each thrust is measured, letting me feel every ridge, every vein. I drop down onto my elbows, ass higher in the air, and moan into the pillow.
“Harder now,” I tell him. “Fuck me like you mean it. Give me that cock the way I deserve it.”
His hands finally grip my hips, fingers digging in just hard enough to bruise. His pace picks up, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. He drives into me deeper, faster, the angle perfect.
“Goddamn, Orchid,” he growls, voice thick and filthy. “This pussy’s gripping me so tight. So fucking wet and hot. You look so good taking my cock from behind. That perfect ass bouncing every time I thrust into you. I could fuck you like this for hours.”
I push back to meet every stroke, moaning louder. “Harder. Deeper. Don’t hold back. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
Poe groans and gives me exactly what I ask for, pounding into me with long, powerful strokes. One hand slides up my back and fists in my hair, tugging just enough to make my head tilt back.
“You like that, baby?” he rasps. “Like me fucking you rough while you tell me what to do? You’re so fucking sexy when you boss me around. This tight little cunt was made for my cock. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
The dirty words send fresh heat spiraling through me. I reach between my legs and rub my clit in tight circles, chasing the edge again.
“I’m close,” I gasp. “Don’t stop. Fuck me right through it.”
His thrusts turn punishing, deep and relentless. “That’s it. Rub that pretty clit while I fuck you. Come on my cock again. I want to feel you squeeze me so hard I can’t breathe. Come for me, Orchid. Be a good girl and come all over me.”
The orgasm slams into me, sudden and brutal. I cry out his name, body shaking as pleasure rips through every nerve. My walls clamp down around him, pulsing hard. Poe keeps fucking me through it, groaning loud as my release coats his cock.
When the waves finally ease I’m trembling, but I’m not done with him yet.
I look back over my shoulder, voice breathless but commanding. “Now you can come. Fill me up, good boy. I want to feel you spill deep inside me.”
Poe’s grip on my hips tightens almost painfully. His thrusts turn erratic, desperate. “Fuck, yes. I’m so fucking close. This pussy’s milking me so good. I’m going to fill you up, baby. Going to pump every drop into this perfect cunt. You’re going to be dripping with me when I’m done.”
He slams in one final time and comes with a broken groan, burying himself as deep as he can go. I feel every pulse, every hot spurt as he fills me, hips jerking against my ass while he rides it out.
We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us panting, bodies slick with sweat. Then I collapse forward onto the bed and he follows, covering my back with his chest, still buried inside me.
He presses soft kisses to my shoulder, his voice rough and reverent. “You’re incredible. The way you take control… fuck, I love it. I love being your good boy.”
I smile against the pillow, heart still racing. “You were perfect.”
We stay like that until our breathing slows, his weight warm and grounding on top of me. Eventually he carefully pulls out and rolls to the side, pulling me into his arms.
For a little while, the world outside, the neighbors, Serafina, the hack, all of it fades. There’s only the two of us, tangled together, hearts beating in sync.
But even as I drift in his arms, a small voice in the back of my mind whispers the truth I can’t ignore.
This can’t be happening. Whatever this is between us. He doesn’t know the truth. And I’m not sure if I should tell him.