Chapter Ten
The fangs didn’t annoy her like she thought they would.
She assumed they’d be distracting, bulky, something to tolerate. Instead, her breath caught in her chest every time he changed the angle of the kiss, his jutting fangs gentle where they pressed against her cheek.
He was shockingly gentle. Even as he carried her to the bedroom and lowered her down onto the bed, he did it carefully, still staring at her with pleased surprise, like he was expecting her to come to her senses and walk out.
Which, Vi supposed, would be the sensible thing to do. Casual sex was messy and complicated. But this was Nick Wicker. She wasn’t about to fall for the orc she’d spent two years hating, and he definitely wasn’t about to fall for boring, soft-spoken Vi Harper.
He turned on the lamp. His room was surprisingly tidy, but mostly because it was empty: just a bed, a bedside table, and a chest of drawers.
There were a few motorcycle posters on the walls—framed in glass; she’d been expecting wrinkled material and tape—and a family photo of him and an older orc she assumed was his mom on his bedside table, an endearingly excited teenage Nick beaming out at them from a motorcycle track.
Plus, there was a tiny bookcase stuffed with magazines and, interestingly, cookbooks.
Before Vi could see which cookbooks—two years of bookselling meant she examined every bookshelf she saw—he distracted her by running a hand down her back before squeezing her ass. Vi leaned into it with a happy hum, waiting for him to feel for her skirt zipper.
Then his hands were gone. She opened her eyes to see him reaching up to her ponytail, undoing her hair ribbon.
Her hair fell over the pillow. Nick watched it with warm satisfaction.
“Always wanted to do that,” he said.
Then he kissed her again, before she could ask him what the hell that meant. Maybe he had been lusting after her, just a little, while he tried to make her laugh. The idea made her strangely giddy.
Nick pulled at his tank top and threw it into the corner of his not-so-messy room.
Then he leaned back down, sucking on her tongue as she dragged her hands over all that warm green skin, muscle mostly hidden by a satisfying layer of fat.
She trailed her thumbs over the lines of his hip bones, listening to his breath hitch.
Her breath hitched along with it. The bulge in his boxers was massive. Even confined, his cock was bigger than anything she’d taken. A thrill ran down her spine, part excitement, part fear. Could she even take it?
“Hey.” Nick bumped their noses together, fingers creeping under the hem of her shirt. “Can I?”
Vi swallowed her anxious lust and nodded. He pulled her shirt off and ran a finger under the edge of her plain black bra. He tweaked the bow in the middle, looking oddly smug.
“What?”
“Nothing. Your bra’s cute. But also sensible.
Very you. Shit, ignore me.” He leaned down, kissing her chest as he undid her bra with expert fingers.
Vi thought about making a smart comment—you do this a lot, huh?
—but then her bra was off, and he thumbed her nipples, and all words escaped her head but oh.
He pushed her down onto the bed and leaned over her, kissing her collarbone. His hands were at her skirt now, exploring the fabric.
Vi waited for the inevitable. Guys could never figure out how to undo her skirts.
Nick cursed and looked up. “How the hell do you take this thing off?”
Vi showed him the zipper, hidden under the skirt’s thick folds. He pulled it down, then the skirt itself. Before Vi could feel embarrassed that she was wearing a ratty pair of panties, he was leaning down and kissing the inside of her thigh.
Vi had a moment to think, I’m never going to be able to see him grin like that without remembering his mouth on me, and then he was leaning in, licking a wet stripe over her panties.
His tongue trailed up, over the hard nub of her clit, and Vi moaned.
She hadn’t been eaten out in ages. The last time had been a polite salesclerk back in Massachusetts who’d spent the whole time looking bored, like he was only doing it to get to the main event.
Nick removed her panties, then pressed a finger inside her, curling to press against that sweet spot. Then two fingers, pumping softly in and out.
Vi threw her head back, eyes slamming shut.
Even his fingers were huge—he only had two inside her and it already felt as big as a human cock.
The addition of his tongue was almost too much.
Her hips twitched against his mouth as she imagined his cock.
Its impossible girth, how he’d work it in so slowly .
. . There you go, he would tell her as he bottomed out. See, I told you it’d fit.
She bit her lip, a whimper slipping out of her. “Fuck.”
He pulled back, panting against her thigh. “I was wondering if you’d swear.”
Vi looked up. He was nestled between her legs, his chin slick with her.
“I’ve just never heard you say anything worse than shit,” Nick explained, rubbing a lazy circle on her hip. “Very disorienting.”
“I’ll show you disorienting,” Vi said nonsensically.
“Feel like that’s my line,” he said, and then sucked on her clit again, fingers working.
Vi dug her fingers into his messy hair. If he kept this pace up, he was on track for the fastest Vi had come with a guy.
She thought she’d have to guide him—most guys changed the tempo when they could tell she was getting close—but he kept up that same rhythm, sucking gently on her clit, fingers moving inside her.
Vi gasped. “I’m gonna—”
He squeezed her thigh, eyes dark and eager on hers.
Vi threw her head back and came. Hot waves of pleasure raced through her body until she was twitching, and Nick’s administrations slowed.
Vi lay back, panting. When she finally looked up, Nick was watching her. That giant cock strained his boxers. A wet patch gleamed at the tip.
Vi bit her lip, then reached into his boxers and pulled his cock free.
It slapped against his belly button, dark green and throbbing. Vi felt her mouth drop open. Orcs didn’t have knots, but Nick’s cock bulged out in the middle before tapering off into something more reasonable at the bottom, and it didn’t look . . . unlike a knot.
Vi gaped at the impossible width. How was that ever going to fit inside her?
She laughed nervously. “I don’t know if I can handle that.”
“You don’t have to,” Nick said, quick and easy. Like he’d heard that a lot. “We can just fool around. Most girls can’t take it.”
Vi relaxed. Part of her had been expecting him to push her. Part of her wanted him to. But she was glad he didn’t. Even if it only made her want it more.
She stroked the hair leading down his soft belly. “Want to find out?”
“You sure?” Nick blinked down at her, surprise in his lust-clouded eyes. “You just said—”
“I said I didn’t know. But we can’t find out if we don’t try, right?
” She pumped his cock, slow and teasing, and had to fight back a strange, pleasant shiver as she realized that her fingers didn’t even fit around him.
Especially around the middle, where it bulged out deliciously before getting thinner at the base.
Nick groaned, head tipping back. His hips twitched unconsciously into her grip, and Vi’s stomach pulsed with renewed heat as the thickest part of him pushed through her slim fingers. She wanted him inside her so badly.
“They make orc-sized condoms,” Vi said. “Right?”
Nick laughed. “No, we all go bareback. They didn’t tell you?”
But he was already leaning over to the bedside table, rummaging through a drawer.
She sat up, watching him tear the foil packet and slide the condom on, tingling with excitement.
She could ride him. It might make things easier, letting her set the pace as she bore down on him.
Riding him also sounded adventurous, assertive, like something the kind of girl who slept with Nick Wicker would do.
But she always preferred it like this—her on her back, him leaning close.
Being enveloped, held, overwhelmed. Working his cock into her, slow and gentle, until she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Can we . . .” Vi focused on his muscular arms, the downy hair on his green chest, his legs flush against hers, so she wouldn’t have to see his reaction. “On my back? I know it’s boring—”
“So boring,” Nick said immediately. “Get outta here. Get these boobs out of my face.”
Vi burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it.
She flung her arms over her eyes, giggling, wriggling against Nick’s grasp.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed this much in bed.
She was usually too busy trying to talk herself into having a good time to actually have a good time. With Nick, it was almost effortless.
She moved her arm away to find Nick staring down at her, gaze soft and amazed.
He really must not have a lot of girls who want to make the effort, Vi thought. There was no other reason for him to look at her with such wonder. Then he cleared his throat, and it was replaced by a bashful grin.
“I know you’re a perfectionist. But seriously, don’t feel bad if you can’t take it. No human ever has.”
“I’m not a perfectionist,” Vi argued.
“That’s what you latch on to?” Nick chuckled, pressing his fingers back inside her. First one, then two, curling up to press against her sweet spot. “Gotta stretch you out,” he said in her ear when she made a confused noise. “Ready for another?”
Vi panted against him. Two fingers were already a lot. But she nodded.
The third finger burned. Just a little, barely enough to make her wince.
Three fingers in and he was already bigger than anything she’d had inside her before.
Any cock anyway. The closest thing to this was the XXL vibrator that she’d bought when she was feeling ambitious.
Then she’d promptly lost it during the move to Alaska.