Chapter 8 #2
I bit my lip, a shiver of anticipation running through me.
I’d thought my orc-shaped dildo—with its ridges and thick base—had trained me what to expect, but this was Kardok.
He was warm and thick, his cock pierced at the tip, something I’d never seen before.
I could already imagine how good it would feel inside me.
He whispered praise, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “That’s it, Lila. Gods, you feel so good. Stroking me like that...fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this.”
I felt powerful. Right. No male had ever said that sort of thing to me before, no one had ever told me I was perfect while grinding the heel of his palm against my clitoris, providing the exact pressure I needed.
“I’ve wanted to taste you here for ages,” he growled, his fingers sliding through my wetness. “Wanted to feel you come on my tongue, my fingers, my cock.”
His words sent another rush of heat through me, my body flushing with arousal.
He bent down, his mouth capturing one of my nipples again, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
My hand slipped away from his cock, my body too overwhelmed with sensation to focus on anything but the pleasure he was giving me.
He licked and sucked, his fingers curling inside me, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, sending me spiraling towards the edge.
“Kardok,” I gasped, my body trembling. “I’m—I’m close.”
He growled against my breast, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me. “Come for me, Princess,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “Give up control. Let yourself fly.”
And I did. With a cry, I came, my body convulsing around his fingers, my nails digging into his shoulders. Pleasure crashed over me in waves, leaving me breathless and shaking there in the middle of his dark living room.
He held me through it, his arms wrapping around me, his body a solid anchor in the storm of sensation. As the last tremors faded, I sagged against him, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Gods, Lila,” he murmured, his voice rough with approval. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
I blushed, a shy smile spreading across my face. I felt good—better than good. I felt alive, every inch of my body humming with satisfaction.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “You okay, Princess?”
I nodded, a soft laugh escaping my lips. “More than okay.”
His grin was wicked, his tusks glinting in the low light. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”
My breath caught, and I wondered what he could mean. Then he was slowly—gently—disengaging, pulling his fingers from my throbbing core. I whimpered slightly, missing him already.
But when he lifted those fingers to his mouth and sucked on them?
I whimpered again, tightening my hold on him to stay upright as my knees went weak.
He grinned around his fingers, and finished licking them clean. “Stay right there, Princess.”
I disobeyed.
When he bent to scoop up our wet laundry and headed off toward the back of the apartment, I followed him, drawn by the way his cock was still thrusting out in front of him. I wanted to touch him again—I wanted to bring him pleasure.
To my surprise, Kardok padded to a large bathroom, complete with a soaking tub and one of those rainforest showers with the glass walls. While I was distracted by the tasteful sage-and-blue tiling design, he pulled down some hangers and began to hang up my soaked clothing.
And that?
That surprised me more than I expected.
A moment ago I’d been stroking his cock, overcome with a need to rub myself against him. A moment ago, I’d come on his command.
But he hadn’t pushed the moment. He’d stepped back and taken care of my silk blouse because he’d known it would be important to me.
And he did it with a sort of intense expression, as if this was all that mattered. Then, when he was done fussing over the blouse the same way I would have, Kardok turned to eye the way I was standing in the doorway, one hand gripping the jamb to keep me upright while the other crossed my stomach.
The little sound he made with his tongue might have been disapproving. He crossed to me, pulled my hand away from my skin, and shook his head. “You don’t have to hide from me, Princess.”
With that, he bent and scooped me up.
He’d lifted me—caught me—a hundred times on the ice, but it never failed to make me suck in a breath. It had been a long time since any of my partners—either skating or in bed—could lift me, and this display of his power never failed to make me breathless.
“I’m going to become intimate with every inch of you,” he murmured, his gaze flickering over my legs and back. “I told you we were just getting started, yeah? You tell me if you want me to stop.”
Taking a deep breath, I told myself to be bold. Be the kind of female Kardok the Wicked wanted in his bed. So I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered.
And it was the truth.
Kardok carried me effortlessly, his strong arms cradling me against his chest. I wriggled slightly, feeling the solid muscle beneath his skin.
He kicked open the bedroom door, revealing a surprisingly well-decorated space.
The bed was massive, fit for an orc, with a surprising number of pillows neatly arranged against the headboard.
The walls were adorned with framed signed posters of the best players in the OHL, and the room was bathed in a soft, warm light from several lamps.
He laid me gently on the bed, his body following mine down.
I spread my legs, expecting him to enter me after that last conversation. My heart thumped against my ribs in anticipation of the stretch I would feel as he pressed his thick cock into my throbbing core. He was owed some pleasure, after all.
But Kardok had other plans. He began to kiss and stroke me, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my skin. He trailed kisses down my neck, his tusks grazing lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
His mouth found my collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin.
He moved lower, his lips brushing against the swell of my breasts.
I arched my back, offering myself to him, and he took the invitation, capturing one nipple in his mouth.
The ridges on his tongue sent sparks straight to my core.
He sucked and licked, his teeth grazing gently, before moving to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
He found a spot beneath my left breast that made me squirm and gasp. His tongue lapped at it, his eyes looking up at me with a wicked grin. “You like that, Princess?” he murmured against my skin.
“Yes,” I breathed, my body writhing beneath him.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my skin. “Good girl. I want to learn every spot that makes you feel good.”
His mouth trailed lower, his kisses lingering on my stomach, my hips, my inner thighs.
I was trembling with anticipation, my body aching with need.
He settled between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs apart.
I looked down at him, my breath hitching at the sight of his dark head poised at my most intimate place.
No guy had ever done this for me, although I’ll admit I’d imagined it when I used my dildo on myself. “Kardok—” I began, ready to chicken out…but he silenced me by dragging his tongue across my aching folds, and I sucked in a startled breath.
He looked up at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Tell me what you want, Princess.”
I moaned, my hips writhing against him. I wanted more of that, but I couldn’t say that, not out loud.
But Kardok pressed my hips down, his voice going stern. “Tell me you want this. You want me to lick your pussy.”
I flushed, embarrassment warring with desire. “Please,” I moaned.
He tsked, his fingers tightening on my hips. “No, Lila, I want you to say it. Say the words, say lick my pussy.”
My body arched as he blew a soft breath against my folds.
“I want,” I gasped, giving in to the inevitable. “I want you to lick my pussy, Kardok. Please.”
“Good girl,” he hummed, and lowered his mouth to me.
The next lick of his thick, ridged tongue sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. He licked me again, his tongue parting my folds, flicking against my clit. I moaned, my fingers finding his topknot, gripping tightly as he began to feast on me.
His tongue was everywhere—licking, stroking, plunging inside me. He growled against me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me. His fingers joined in, stroking, curling, teasing me, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Princess,” he growled against me, in between his tongue lashing my clit. “I could eat this pretty pussy all night.”
I whimpered, my hips rocking against his mouth. I was close, so close. His tongue plunged inside me, his fingers rubbing against that spot that made my vision white out.
I came with a loud gasp, my back arching, my fingers tugging his topknot as I rode out the waves of pleasure, my words collapsing to ridiculous pleas.
He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at my sensitive folds, his growls of approval sending shivers down my spine. I was bucking against him, overwhelmed but wanting, needing more.
My poor pussy—he’d made me call it that, pussy—was swollen and too sensitized, and still, he didn’t stop. I felt the need building again, as my body went past the recovery and into arousal again.
But just as I began to grind against his mouth again, Kardok pulled away, his eyes glazed with need, my juices glistening on his face. “I knew you were wicked, Lila,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Fucking cussing like that—you know how hot that makes me?”
I felt myself beginning to blush, remembering the words he’d made me say, and I tugged on his hair, pulling him away from my pussy.