Chapter 3
CHAPTER
THREE
ROSETTE
Iwasn’t lying. Mr. Roth does taste incredible. It’s the earthiness of it, the way I can tell he isn’t human just by his scent, his flavor. How there’s a masculinity in it unlike anything I’ve come across, and let me tell you, I have sucked a lot of dick in Octavio’s.
Mr. Roth—no, Vincent—doesn’t give any indication of whether he’s enjoying it, his face remaining impassive, those yellow eyes watching me. I decide to focus solely on pleasuring him, as is my job.
Of course I’m enjoying it, too. At long last, I got to find out what was underneath those slacks. And good lord, is it incredible, fat and swollen and throbbing. It wants, this green thing. It hungers. I can sense it all the way to my toes that this would feel amazing inside me. Incredible.
Maybe I can convince him to go to one of the private rooms with me if I show him a good enough time. I’m going to get revenge on this orc for spending the last two years just staring.
I take him deeper into my mouth, pulling down his foreskin so I can swirl my tongue around that broad, monstrous cockhead. And still, Vincent hasn’t moved. It doesn’t even seem like his breathing has sped up.
That’s all right. Sometimes it takes time to work a man to his finish.
I go slow, simply enjoying, using both hands now to wrap around the base of him while I lick the tip like a lollipop.
Then I sink him back in again, wrapping my lips around that wide girth, swallowing more and then applying suction as I pull him back out.
His right hand twitches.
Good. There we are. I go shallow again before trying for more, sucking him farther in, using my tongue to tantalize him. I’m stroking slightly faster with my hands, matching the speed of my mouth as I relax my throat. Then I slide him in as deep as I can take.
Vincent grunts, a quiet but carnal noise.
Returning to the head, I tease it some more before I swallow him up again.
And again. His hand drifts over to my head, and his fingers lightly land on my hair as I bury him into my throat, taking as much of his cock as space will allow.
I lick along the underside as I go, and he’s leaking even more.
His hips jerk up, and I think he might be close.
Then, Vincent surges under me. His cock thickens in my mouth, and he grabs my hair in his hand.
I squeeze the base of him as he comes, a low groan falling from his lips as he ejects.
There’s so much of it, and I swallow as fast as I can, but it’s still spilling down my chin.
It tastes incredible, and I never thought I’d say that about a man’s—or an orc’s—cum. But damn, I can’t get enough.
When I let go, he’s still surprisingly hard. I peer up to find Vincent’s pupils are enormous, and he licks his lips like he just saw a delectable steak go past.
“Get on the table,” he says in a low, dangerous voice.
Curious what he has planned, I do as he tells me, getting off his lap and hiking myself up onto the edge of the table. It’s secured to the floor, so I know it won’t fall over on me, but it still unsettles me.
“Do you want to—” I begin, about to ask if he wants to go to one of the back rooms and lock the door instead of doing this on a table, when Vincent pulls back up his underwear, hiding his cock from me once more. Then he zips up his slacks, buttons them, and reattaches his belt.
“Oh,” I say, disappointed.
“Never mind that.” Vincent nods at me from his chair. “Spread your legs.”
I don’t ask questions. When the client tells you to do something like that, you do it. I make sure his drink is far enough away that I won’t knock it over, then open my legs for him. I’m not wearing any underwear again, and I know he can easily see all of me.
“Good,” Vincent says, reaching up to stroke one of his massive tusks. “Pull up your skirt.”
Once again, I do as he says until I’m bare from the waist down. Vincent releases his tusk and scoots his chair closer. He hooks his hands under my ass and drags me forward on the table, spilling the drink but paying it no mind whatsoever. Then he leans down until his head is between my thighs.
He can’t possibly be about to do what I think he’s going to do. Then Vincent breathes on me, one hot gust of air, and I know he is.
First he simply licks, once, gliding over the outer lips of my sex. It’s exploratory but not tentative. He licks again, firmly, his large tongue stimulating everything from my entrance up to my clit like he’s tasting me, getting a sense of me.
I don’t think anyone has eaten me out here before.
Vincent huffs as he leans in closer, like he’s smelling me, and pushes my thighs apart even farther so he can fit his massive shoulders between them. When he licks me again, it’s more insistent, more focused right on my clit. His twin tusks are cool against my skin.
A powerful tremble spreads outward from the intense sensation on such a sensitive area. The massive orc doesn’t relent, though, tracing his tongue over it in quick, successive strokes, until I’m gasping for air and my whole body is twitching under him.
Holy damn. He knows how to use his tongue.
“Mm,” Vincent murmurs, and then I feel his fingers trace up the outside of my swollen labia. “Ready for me?”
I blink, not quite sure what he’s asking, when he resumes licking even faster, even harder. And then one of those fingers gently dips inside me.
Oh. I understand now.
My body arches off the table as he slips that massive, thick finger through, pushing himself in up to the knuckle.
“Fuck,” I whisper. I’m surprised at the slight stretch as I accommodate it. God, his hands are huge, aren’t they?
Now, Vincent really gets into it. He pumps his finger slowly as his tongue whips me up higher and higher, making circles and then flicking side to side, caressing and rubbing in utterly delightful patterns.
And that finger, the pad dragging along the inside of me with every thrust, draws each of my muscles and tendons tighter and tighter.
I’m definitely going to come like this. No question. And I never come at Octavio’s.
I can’t help a moan as Vincent hastens his pace, well and truly fucking me with his hand while he devours my clit.
I’m shaking, completely out of control, not even realizing that I’ve grabbed the back of his head and buried my fingers in his hair, messing it up.
But there’s nothing I can do about it as I fall completely victim to him, writhing on the table, the two other men in the room staring unabashedly as Vincent destroys my pussy.
“Oh god,” I chant, my hips moving of their own accord as I climb higher and higher.
It’s like the rainbow in the distance, but somehow, I’m getting closer to it, to the pot of gold at the end.
Vincent’s hand moves even faster as he continues his relentless assault, until I think that not only am I going to orgasm, but I might also burst open into a billion pieces that need to be swept up off the floor.
“There we go,” Vincent says as I tighten around his finger, my thighs shaking on either side of his head. “Come for me, Velvet.”
I wish it was my real name, not my stupid club name, but I’ll take what I can get.
Then, I can’t help it. My climax roars to the surface and sucks me under, delirious pleasure radiating out to every last corner of my body. Even my fingers and toes feel too tight as I release, and then I hear Vincent groan between my legs.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his tongue laving over my painfully sensitive pussy. “You taste like heaven.”
Wow. Never expected those words from my silent boss. But right now, he feels like so much more than that. He just gave me an absolutely world-altering orgasm, and I’m never, ever going to forget it.
When I finally manage to get my wits about me again, Vincent withdraws his finger and pops it into his mouth, sucking it clean from base to tip.
I stare at him as he does it, baffled by this image of a mountain of an orc with everything he could want, with all the cash in the world at his disposal, eating me out on a table with a spilled drink next to us.
My eyes travel down his big body to his groin, where his cock is, once again, thick and hard under his slacks. He must be ready for round two.
And so am I. After that earth-shattering climax, I want nothing more than to feel him inside me. To see that big body without the suit covering it up. To have him on top of me, weighing me down, showing me what else he can do.
Unsteadily, I slip off the table and land on my feet, almost falling over. Vincent reaches out to steady me with a hand on my hip.
“Easy there,” he says, gently pulling me closer to him. I let him bring me in, reveling in his touch after what an intimate thing we just did. I hardly ever feel this way after an experience at Octavio’s, like I don’t want to let my partner go.
I try to take Vincent’s massive hand in mine, but the best I can do is wrap my fingers around his thumb. Then I lean down until my lips are at his ear.
“Would you like to go to a back room?” I whisper. “Where we can be alone?”
Most abruptly, Vincent shoots to his feet. I’m pushed back by the sudden movement and would have stumbled if it weren’t for the table behind me.
When he stares at me, Vincent looks… formidable. Irate. His brows are drawn, his eyes narrowed, his tusks dragging down each side of his mouth in a deep frown. He steps away as if I’m poisonous.
Shit. What did I say?
“No,” he says firmly, curling his hand into a fist at his side as if he’s holding back from punching someone. “I will go pay my bill now.”
I’m supposed to bring it to him, but he’s already striding away, past the bouncer and out of the VIP lounge. I stare at his back, baffled and hurt, lost as to what I did wrong.
He pays at the front, then stalks out of Octavio’s without a second look back.