Page 30 of Claimed By the Orc Lord

“You ask impossible things, Little Mate.” His voice was a low growl, rumbling all along my bones and making the thoughts that had been trying to form completely fly out of my head. “I want to work you open with my tongue. I want to make you release all over my fingers so I can fuck it back inside you. I want to open you up so you can ride me right here in the moonlight. I want—”

Dirty. Absolutely filthy, fucking dirty bastard. I knew exactly what I wanted.

“Lie back.”

My voice was a firm demand, even though I realized I sounded completely wrecked. When he didn’t move, I shifted forward, shoving him hard—I wondered again if he’d only been with small, delicate people before. The sudden tackle sent him flying back, and I heard it when the air knocked from his chest. I would have felt guilty about it if I didn’t know what I was going to do.

If I didn’t know that I was about to cross every line of the “I’m totally straight” barrier I’d erected… well… yeah. He was getting the good end of the deal, even if he didn’t realize it.

“Kai?” His voice was a question, but he didn’t stop me when I found the string to his breeches and pulled it open, and all he did was wiggle his hips up and lift them so I could peel the wet fabric down his body. If I were back in the human world and with someone I’d been vehemently insisting I was straight to, they’d probably ask me if I was sure.

They’d pull me back and look me in the eyes, touch base and touch grass and all that shit.

But not Nash.

He looked at me like I’d finally opened a window and let him see the stars for the first time in his life. He didn’t question me, but he did spread his legs for me when I kneeled between them.

Of course… knowing that I wanted to touch his dick and seeing it in front of me were two different things.

He was big.

Huge.

Bigger than anything I’d ever seen, and that was saying something since I’d seen Rainn’s dildo collection.

He was like those videos that people made on the internet where women made fun of cock-size descriptions in books because they were impossibly big. He was…

“Oh, fuck it,” I grumbled, because he was long and thick, a deep green that blushed darker at the end… and I suddenly realized that I’d probably die if I didn’t at least try to get him into my mouth.

With how big he was, those may very well have been the last words of a very, very stupid man.

I dropped down, running my hands up his thighs slowly, like that could somehow help me figure out what I was doing. When I hesitated above his cock, biting my lower lip, Nash’s fingers spilled through my hair—he took his cock in one hand, wrapping his fingers around his length so I was suddenly left with a much, much more manageable amount.

It was still really thick.

And still… a dick.

Which I’d never had in my mouth.

So…

My eyes rolled up to meet his, and the heat, the need, the desire and want on his face was enough to get me almost as drunk as the feel of his saliva still slicking between my ass cheeks.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

I wanted him to look at me like that while I strangled myself on his cock.

I took a deep breath and trailed my fingers up, cupping his hand where he was holding himself with both of mine, and then parted my lips and dipped my head down.

The first taste of him was unexpected—warm, wet from the water, a little salty from the sweat that hadn’t washed from his skin. He tasted…

Good.

Good enough that I lolled my tongue out and lapped experimentally along the head of his cock, the slit at his tip… and above me I heard him let out a low string of words that I didn’t understand. I’d have to ask him what he said later, because I was suddenly too entranced with the task in front of me.

This was like the Mount Everest of dicks, and I really loved a good challenge.

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