Page 20 of Susie's Orc

I obey, reaching down to stroke the inside of my thighs, teasing just at the edge of my pussy.

“Are you wet for me, Susie?”

I let my finger slide just inside. “Yes. I’m fucking soaked for you.”

“Finger yourself. Fill yourself up.”

I dip my middle and ring fingers into myself, grinding down onto my hand, but the moan that slips out of me is more frustration than pleasure.

“Yours feel better,” I whine, pulling my hand away and plunging back in. “You fill me up better.”

“Fuck, Susie,” he says, breathing hard. “You don’t even know how full I could make you.”

The idea of it, the thought of his thick cock sinking into me, pressing deep, stretching me to my limit, makes a rush of liquid warmth pool between my legs.

“Play with your clit,” Jonah commands, voice even more rough and hoarse than before.

Still thrusting my fingers into my pussy, I circle my clit with the pad of my thumb. The slightest touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure rippling out through me. I press my hips into that touch, arch and strain and grind against my hand until the first tremors of my approaching climax build.

“Are you going to come?” Jonah asks, barely intelligible now.

He’s panting, breathless, and when I sneak a glance up at my phone, he’s positioned his own so the camera shows the whole of his still-clothed torso and his face and his cock. His hand moves roughly up and down the thick green length of his shaft, slick with precome leaking from the fat, bulbous head.

All of it—his full attention and his rapt arousal and the satisfied noises he’s making—are enough to have me bucking harder into my hand. Imagining Jonah’s hands and cock in placeof my own fingers, I work myself harder, almost forgetting he asked me a question until…

“Yes!” I groan. “Yes, I’m going to come. Jonah, I—”

My climax breaks over me before I can get another word out. Jonah groans sharply, and when I glance down at the screen there are ropes of thick white come exploding from the tip of his cock, coating his hand as he continues to thrust into his grip and murmur my name.

It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and it just feeds into the intensity of my orgasm as I call out his name and come back down from that peak.

For a couple minutes, neither of us speaks. It doesn’t feel strange, though. It doesn’t feel awkward or shameful or anything but natural as both our breathing returns to normal.

Jonah’s the one to break the silence first. “Stay on the phone for a minute? I need to go clean up.”

I tell him I will, then make a quick dash to the bathroom to do my own cleanup before grabbing my phone and crawling back into bed and under the covers. Peering through the screen, I get nosy, squinting to get a better look at where he is. The lighting is still dim, but from what I can see, he seems to be in some sort of cave. The walls are made of stone, and in the background there’s a pile of something that looks like soft, plush furs laid out to make a bed.

Jonah comes back into frame, picks the phone up, and his handsome face fills the screen. He smiles when he sees I’m still there.

“You look cozy.”

I smile back and pull my fleece blanket up to my chin. “I am. And I could say the same for you.”

He shrugs, looking a little self-conscious. “Yeah, uh, I’m visiting my family and it’s a little… rustic out here.”

“Sorry,” I say quickly. “If you don’t want to talk about it, I mean.”

“It’s not that. It’s just, I don’t know when talking about all the orc stuff is going to weird people out.”

All the orc stuff.Like talking about his family and where he comes from might be offensive to some people. It’s probably not far from the truth, either. Since Congress passed the Paranormal Acts, there’s been no shortage of debate and criticism and backward attitudes around the question of how paranormal beings should integrate into society.

The Bureau is on the forefront of that fight, working to help everyone find their place and smooth the transition. Still, it can’t be easy to know that some humans look at paranormals with scorn and don’t want them to be a part of their world.

“It doesn’t bother me at all,” I tell him. “If you’d like to share, I’d love to hear about it.”

Jonah’s smile returns. “Alright. Yeah, we can talk about it.”

So we do. We talk about the village where he’s visiting his family. Set far back into the Appalachian mountains, he tells me how much of a shock it was to move out of the dens once the Acts passed and go to a human college in Chicago before graduating and moving to Seattle.

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