Chapter Ten #2
Nick scissored his fingers. Vi writhed, gasping with the intensity.
She’d never been stretched out before. Not like this.
Not when she wasn’t sure if she could take it.
If it was anyone else, she would’ve called it off.
But it wasn’t anyone else. It was Nick, murmuring encouragement into her ear and rocking that big cock against her thigh, making her shudder with want.
He wouldn’t go too fast. She was sure of it.
She tugged on his hair pointedly. He leaned back, watching her flushed face.
“Hey,” he said lowly. “You ready?”
Vi nodded, gripping the back of his neck.
“Oookay.” His throat clicked as he rubbed his latex-clad cock against her entrance.
Vi tensed. She couldn’t help it. It felt impossible.
“Easy,” Nick told her, kissing her earlobe. “Gotta relax for me, baby.”
“I’m relaxed,” Vi panted. She spread her legs wider, digging her hands into the meat of his green ass. “Come on. Give it to me.”
Nick groaned into her neck. His hips pulsed forward, his cockhead pressing against her. Not in—not yet. She could feel the ring of muscle resisting. She was more stretched than she’d ever been, but still not enough for his orc cock.
She made an unhappy noise, hips working impatiently.
“Easy,” he told her again. His huge hands drifted down, stilling her hips. “Slow. There we go.”
He rocked gently against her. Every shallow thrust made his cockhead press in a little more, until finally it slipped all the way in.
Vi and Nick moaned in unison. They were both shaking, Vi realized. He was barely in and they were both trembling with it.
“There we go,” Nick repeated, strained. He leaned back and brushed their noses together. “Doing so good, baby. Taking me so well. Is it too much?”
Vi shook her head desperately. Her thighs ached with how wide she was spreading her legs; her pussy throbbed with how wide he was stretching her.
It was almost too much, hovering on that knife edge of pain and pleasure that Vi had never appreciated until now.
She usually backed away when she got too close. Now she only wanted closer.
She squeezed his ass. “M-more?”
Nick nodded, dropping his sweaty forehead against hers.
“You got it,” he said hoarsely.
He thrust forward. Another shallow thrust, getting her used to him. Opening her up around his giant cock.
Vi whimpered. She was sweating even more than when he was making her come, making all sorts of embarrassing noises as her body strained to take him in.
He was getting deeper; she could feel the widest part of his cock getting closer.
Each thrust made sparks dance at the corners of her eyes, her toes curling.
She wanted it so much, but she was reaching her limit.
“Too much,” she gasped finally. “I can’t. ’M sorry.”
He shook his head. He didn’t look disappointed, like she’d expected. He still looked dazed, almost reverent as he stilled inside her.
“You did so well,” he told her. “Fucking amazing, Vi. Holy shit.”
He started to pull out. She pressed a heel into his ass, keeping him in. “No, keep . . . You can keep going. Just not any deeper.”
Nick’s hips stuttered against her. “Yeah?”
She nodded. Then she leaned in, pressing kisses to the blunt tips of each of his fangs.
“Fuck me till you come,” she told him.
Time turned warm and liquid. Nick fucked her in short, careful strokes, never pushing deeper than she told him.
Gorgeous noises spilled out of him, curse words and gasps and occasionally her name, said in dazed amazement.
He was holding himself back. Vi wished he could fuck her as deep as they both wanted, but it was hard to be disappointed when he was filling her with so much pleasure.
Even a third of his cock was enough to make her mind go blank, unable to do anything but cling to him as he fucked her.
There was no anxiety, like there usually was the first time she went to bed with someone.
No awkwardness. It just felt . . . good.
Pure and simple, no sharp edges. Just hazy pleasure, growing more intense the longer he fucked her.
“Vi,” he rasped, hips stuttering. “I’m gonna—”
She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed. “Yeah, come on, do it.”
He shuddered and stilled, muffling a groan into her neck. His big hands shook around her hips. It went on for a long time, and Vi luxuriated in it.
Finally, the tension drained out of him. He slumped onto her, still inside.
Vi stroked his damp shoulder blades. It should have been uncomfortable, the full weight of an orc pressing down on her. It should’ve made her feel muffled or trapped. But it didn’t. It made her feel . . . safe.
All too soon, he pushed himself up on trembling elbows. “You good? Nothing hurts?”
Vi shook her head. She ached, but that almost made it better. Proof of her efforts. She hadn’t taken all of him, but she’d taken as much as she could. Judging by the awed look he was still giving her, it was more than most girls managed.
She touched his cheek. “Are you okay?”
“Huh?” The awed look vanished, another hasty grin replacing it. “I’m great. This is not how my night was supposed to go.”
“You’re telling me,” she said, boneless against the sweaty sheets.
She waited for him to tell her she should go, but he just pulled off the condom and threw it from where he was lying. It landed in the trash can—untied, she noted with a wrinkled nose. She was glad she wouldn’t have to deal with that in the morning.
“I’ll go in a second,” she said as he settled back into the bed.
He hummed into the pillow. “Mmmkay.”
“Seriously,” she told him, trying to ignore the heavy satisfaction in her bones that made her want to sink back into the mattress. “Just catching my breath.”
“Y’got it,” Nick said, already slurring with sleep. He sounded like she could tell him she was going to tattoo him in his sleep and he would just go with it.
Vi shifted against the bed, enjoying the satisfying weariness. It had been so long since she’d felt this good. She could bask in it for a few minutes.