Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
HALEY
I’d known he was big. I’d felt him against me. But seeing him was different.
His cock was long and thick and a darker green than the rest of him. It curved slightly upward. And along the sides—
I must’ve been gaping because his crooked smile returned.
“Ridges,” he said, his voice tight. “They vibrate.”
I sat up, reaching out to touch one. He hissed, his hips jerking forward.
“That doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“Not one bit. I’m just…going to fall apart if you keep doing it.”
I loved that something so simple could almost make him lose control.
I traced my finger along one of the ridges, fascinated. “How do they work?”
“When I’m inside you—” His voice broke when I leaned forward and licked one. “Fuck. If you keep that up, it’s going to be over before we start.”
I looked up at him, smiling. “I like having that effect on you.”
“You have a lot of effects on me.”
I lay back, spreading my legs. “Show me.”
He climbed onto the bed, bracing himself over me. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and the vibration started, making me gasp.
“Are you still with me?” he asked. “This is going to be a lot.”
“Give me that vibrating cock, Tolrek.”
He laughed, the sound rough. “You’re going to kill me.”
“I believe you’ll die happy.”
“I believe I will.” He positioned himself at my entrance, and the vibration started low, a hum that penetrated my pelvic bones and made my clit stand at attention before he’d even pushed inside.
“Breathe,” he said.
I hadn’t realized I’d stopped. “I’ve used large vibrators before.”
He paused with the head of his cock pressed against me, and even that was a stretch. “How large?”
“Big.”
“Orc big?”
“No, more like… It’s called Plundering John.”
“Plundering John.” It wasn’t a question.
“It felt good. I wished it was bigger.”
His smile grew. “I see.”
“The point is that if John could plunder me, but I didn’t find him large enough, you’re going to feel amazing. So don’t worry that you’re going to rip me apart. I’ve taken girthy before.”
“I don’t know why, but I find that statement fucking sexy.”
“I thought you might.”
“Feel this, then.” He moved forward slowly, watching my face, reading every micro-expression.
“Alright?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You’ll tell me if it’s not?”
“I promise. It’s better than Plundering John already.”
Joking was easier than admitting that my hands were shaking, that I’d been alone so long I’d forgotten what it felt like to be wanted like this. Plundering John never looked at me the way Tolrek was looking at me now, like I was amazing.
“One of these days, I’m going to watch you use John,” he said.
“And I find that fucking sexy.”
“I thought you might.” He pushed in another inch, and the stretch burned. Not quite pain and not quite pleasure, just an overwhelming sensation. I forgot my own name. My thoughts scattered, going static.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
He stopped immediately. “Too much?”
“Plunder me. Please!”
“Haley—”
“More. I can take it. I want to take it.”
He pushed in deeper, and the ridges along his cock dragged against my inner walls. The vibration increased, a steady pulse. My body clenched around him.
His groan came from somewhere deep in his chest. “You feel incredible.”
“So do you.”
“Better than Plundering John?”
“Fuck me harder, and I bet I’ll find out.”
“You truly are going to kill me, love.” Another inch. Then another. He was going slowly. Too slowly. I appreciated the care, but I wanted him to thrust home and fill me completely.
“Almost there,” he said, strain coming through in his voice.
When he finally bottomed out, I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel how full I was and how the vibration reached every nerve ending I had.
“Move,” I cried out.
“Not yet. You need a minute.”
“I don’t—”
“Yes, you do.”
He stayed buried inside me, letting me adjust to his size. His thumb found my clit, circling in slow strokes that made my insides quiver.
“Tell me when,” he said.
“Plunder me now, please.”
He pulled out slowly, the ridges dragging, and I whimpered at the loss. Then he pushed back in, and the sensation was so intense I saw stars.
“Still alright?”
“Stop asking and fuck me.”
His expression changed. The careful control he’d been maintaining cracked enough that I could see his want and need underneath. The same desperation that had been building since the park bench, the welcome dinner, and the first time he’d said my name like it mattered.
He pulled out and thrust back in, harder this time. Then he found a rhythm that made my toes curl. The vibration increased with each stroke, the ridges hitting places I didn’t know existed. The sensation quivered up into my clit, which throbbed.
I wrapped my legs around his thighs, pulling him deeper.
“I’m not going to break,” I said between gasps. “Stop holding back.”
His next thrust was more forceful, and I cried out in pleasure.
“Better than John?” he asked.
“Fuck John.”
“No, it’s fuck Tolrek.”
He picked up his pace, pounding into me, and the vibration built until I was so close to falling apart I wanted to scream.
I was making sounds no one had dragged from me before.
“Look at me,” he said.
I opened my eyes.
“I want to watch you come.”
The intensity in his gaze pushed me closer to the edge. He adjusted his angle, and the next thrust hit something deep inside me. I saw white.
“There,” I gasped. “Right there.”
He did it again. And again. The vibration increased, and I was close, balanced on the edge.
“Show me how good this makes you feel, love.”
My second orgasm hit like a wave, roaring through me. I clenched around him, and he groaned, his rhythm faltering.
“Fuck, Haley. You’re—”
Aftershocks kept rolling through me, each one making me tighten around him. He held still, letting me ride it out, his breathing as ragged as mine.
When I could think again, I realized he was trembling.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I’m trying not to come.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re not done yet.”
He pulled out, and I whimpered at the loss.
His hands were suddenly everywhere—on my hips, my thighs—before flipping me onto my belly. I couldn’t catch my breath. The mattress dipped as he positioned himself behind me, and his ragged breathing filled the room. His hands shook as they lifted me onto my knees.
“I need…” His voice broke. “I need you like this. This angle is going to be deeper. Tell me if it’s too much.”
“I will.”
He pushed back inside, and I cried out. He was right. It was deeper, so deep I felt him everywhere. And those ridges…
His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him with each thrust. The vibration felt stronger from this position, the ridges hitting different places that made my eyes roll back in my head. I couldn’t think or breathe. I could only feel.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
My hand shook as I reached between my legs, finding my clit. The combined sensation of his cock inside me and my fingers there was too much.
“That’s it,” he said. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
The command in his voice pushed me higher. I was already close, my third orgasm building faster than the previous two.
He changed his angle, and I gasped.
“There?” he asked.
“Fuck…”
He thrust harder, hitting that perfect spot while I worked my clit, chasing the release that was so close I could taste it.
“I can feel you getting close,” he said. “Your body tells me everything. Take it, love. It’s yours.”
My third orgasm ripped through me, more intense than the others because I was so sensitive.
I clenched around him, and this time he couldn’t hold back.
His thrusts became erratic, his grip on my hips tightening.
He groaned my name, and I felt him pulse inside me, the vibration intensifying for a long moment before it faded.
He stayed buried inside me, both of us shaking. When he finally pulled out, I collapsed onto the bed, boneless.
The mattress dipped as he lay beside me. His arm came around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
Neither of us spoke for a long time.
“I can’t feel my legs,” I finally said.
His laugh rumbled through his chest into my back. “That’s my fault.” There was no denying the pride in his voice. “Sorry?”
“I’m not complaining.”
“Are you missing Plundering John then?”
“I think I’ll be throwing him out.”
“Not until I watch you use him at least once.”
“It’s a deal.” I turned in his arms to face him. His hair had fallen forward, and I brushed it back.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi.”
“We just had sex.”
“We did.”
“Really good sex.”
His smile was crooked. “I’m glad you thought so.”
“I’m pretty sure I forgot my own name halfway through.”
“I noticed.”
Heat crawled up my neck. “Was I too loud?”
“No.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I loved every sound you made.”
“Even the weird ones?”
“Especially those.”
I buried my face against his chest. “I made weird sounds, didn’t I?”
“They were perfect.”
We lay together while my heartbeat slowly returned to normal, me tracing patterns on his chest without thinking about it.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Sketching you.”
“I can’t wait to see what you’ve created.”
We had six days to figure out what this was before we had to face my father and explain the unexplainable.
“Don’t think about that yet,” he said, reading my thoughts in the way he’d been reading my body.
“It’s hard not to.”
“I agree. But right now, you’re here. We’re together. That’s enough.”
He was right, but my brain didn’t want to cooperate. I was already thinking of all the ways this could go wrong. The people who might notice and the reasons this could be a terrible idea.
“You’re thinking too loud again,” he said.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just come back to me.”
He kissed my forehead, then my cheek, then my mouth. The kiss was softer than the ones before, gentle in a way that made my chest tighten and loosen and ache all at once.
When he pulled back, I felt steadier.
He got up and walked into the attached bathroom. The view of his ass was excellent. When he returned with a warm washcloth, I tried not to feel self-conscious about him seeing me like this, his cock gleaming, the ridges still trembling slightly.
He knelt on the bed and spread my legs gently.
“This alright?” he asked.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
He cleaned me with careful strokes. When he was done, he tossed the washcloth toward the bathroom and lay down beside me.
I curled against him.
Outside, the city continued its night sounds. Car horns in the distance and footsteps in the apartment above us. The building settled around us like it was wrapping us in privacy we didn’t really have.
“How did you get the scar above your eyebrow?” I asked.
His hand went to it. “Renkar hit me with a hockey stick when we were twelve.”
“On purpose?”
“No. He was showing off. I got in the way.”
“That sounds like something brothers do.”
“He cried harder than I did when he saw the blood. He thought he’d killed me.”
I traced the scar with my finger. “I’m glad he didn’t.”
“Me too.”
My hand moved lower, finding another scar along his ribs. “This one?”
“Bad hit three seasons ago. Cracked rib underneath that didn’t heal right.”
“Did it hurt?”
“For a while.”
I kissed the scar and felt him go still beneath me.
“What are you doing?” His voice had gone rough.
“Kissing them all better.”
“Haley—”
“I know it doesn’t work like that.” I found another scar, this one on his shoulder, and kissed that too. “But you’ve been taking care of me all night. Let me take care of you.”
He cupped the back of my head, stroking my nape. “No one’s done that in a long time.”
“Then they’re foolish.” I worked my way across his chest, finding scars I hadn’t noticed before, each one a story written on his skin. “Every single one of them.”
I found a second scar on his shoulder and kissed that too. Then one near his throat.
“Haley.” My name came out rough.
“Hmm?”
“If you keep that up, we’re going to go again.”
“Would that be bad?”
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll live.”
“I’m serious.”
I looked up at him. “So am I.”
But exhaustion was pulling at me, making my eyelids heavy. The adrenaline from earlier had worn off, leaving behind the kind of exhaustion that lived in my marrow.
He noticed. “Sleep.”
“I’m not tired. I’m ready for round two. I think I should ride you this time.”
“As much as I’d adore seeing your breasts jiggle as you ride me, you’re lying.”
“Maybe a little.”
He adjusted our position so I was tucked against his side, my head on his chest.
“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else,” I said, fighting the pull of sleep.
He was quiet for so long I thought he wasn’t going to answer.
“I’m afraid I won’t be good enough,” he finally said. “That you’ll wake up and realize you could do better.”
The vulnerability in his admission made my throat close off. “You’re wrong.”
“It’s true.”
“No, it’s not. You’re—” I stopped, trying to find the right words. “You’re exactly what I need. Even when I didn’t know I needed it.”
“You might change your mind when your father finds out.”
“I won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do.” I tilted my head up to look at him. “I’m falling in love with you. No, that’s not right. I’m not falling anymore. I already fell. I’m just…here now. In love with you. Completely. That’s not going to change because my dad gets upset about it.”
“Haley. Love.” His eyes searched mine. “You mean that.”
“Every word.”
He kissed me again, and I tasted everything he wasn’t saying in it.
When we broke apart, I settled back against his chest. Sleep was winning now, dragging me under despite my best efforts to stay awake.
“I love you,” he said softly.
Tears prickled in my eyes, but I held them back, not wanting him to think I was sad.
I kissed his chest instead. “We’ll tell him in a week.”
“Together.”
“Yup.”
I closed my eyes, letting sleep take me. The last thing I felt was his hand stroking through my hair, and the last thing I heard was his voice, so quiet I almost missed it.
“I love you so much.”
I wanted to stay awake and savor the weight of his arm around me and the rhythm of his breathing. Tomorrow we’d go back to stealing glances in hallways. We’d have to pretend we were just colleagues who happened to live across the street from each other.
But tonight, I could have this. Tonight, I could fall asleep in his bed and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.
“Tolrek?” I whispered.
“Mmm?”
“I’m glad you didn’t ignore me when I joined you in the corner.”
His laugh was soft, more breath than sound. “Best decision of my life.”
I smiled and let myself fall asleep.