Page 87 of Reap the Night
But he’d hear everything…
“Orina, please…” He stepped close, his heat caressing mine. “There’s no other way. It doesn’t have to be weird.”
“She’s about to have sex with a man who’s chained to the floor,” Ordell says. “I think we’ve bypassed weird.”
“This is sex,” Hemlock says. “That’s all it needs to be. A consummation.” He glared at Ordell. “Full consummation or it won’t work. You can’t worry about the possibility of passing on the curse.”
It took a beat for me to realize that he meant the possibility of getting me pregnant.
“It’s all right for you,” Ordell ground out. “You and Ezekiel have the power of intention.”
“Intention?” I looked to Hemlock to explain.
“We can turn it off,” Hemlock said. “No intention means no pregnancy.”
Ordell’s jaw tensed. “I’m sorry, Orina.”
“Don’t be. And luckily, it’s a safe time for me to do this.”
Hemlock understood my meaning right away, but Ordell looked momentarily confused before my meaning clicked and relief softened his features.
“So get it done,” Hemlock said. “The rest…the lovemaking can come later.”
I blinked sharply as it hit me that after this, with no blessing, I’d be able to have that with Ordell, with anyone if I wanted to. But the thought was quickly followed by a pang of loss so acute it stole my breath and brought tears to my eyes.
“Orina…” Ordell sounded just as pained, and I shook my head.
“I’m fine.” I unbuttoned my pants. “Let’s do this.”
Hemlock retreated to the other end of the room, and I watched as he turned his back on us. In a moment I’d have my back to him, while I straddled Ordell, so if he wanted to, he could peek. A strange shiver shot up my spine at the thought.
Beneath me, Ordell tracked my movements as I shucked off my pants and underwear. His chest rose and fell rapidly, eyes darkening with hunger, and when he spoke, his tone was deeper, thicker with a gravelly undertone. “You need to pull down my pants.”
I licked my lips and straddled him, reaching for the waistband of his joggers where his arousal was already evident, cutting an impressive impression beneath the fabric.
I stroked him through the material, and his body vibrated on a growl that shot straight through me.
“Fucksake,” Hemlock snapped. “Ride him already.”
I tugged down his joggers and freed him, breathing through my mouth as I took in his thick, veiny size. His skin was like silk, jumping beneath my fingers.
He let out a groan that ended on a rough growl. “Orina. Fucking hell.”
Precum beaded on the tip of his cock, and I rubbed my thumb over it, smearing it over the spongy head as he sucked air through his teeth. My pussy flooded with heat and wetness,ready for him. I rose up slightly to position myself above him, locking gazes with him as I pressed him to me.
His mouth parted, eyes blazing almost in challenge. I could push down, take him now, but a wicked part of me woke, wanting to tease. Wanting to play, and so I rolled against him, rubbing myself along his thick length to tease my clit until my thighs were trembling and my pussy was weeping, pulsing hungrily, eager to be filled.
“Orina, fuuuck…” Ordell pushed out the words through clenched teeth.
“Orina, what the fuck?” Hemlock groaned. “Just fuck him already.”
One moment. I needed. Oh, fuck me. I came over his cock, hips jerking as I pressed down on his length, wanting to keep the feeling, wanting it to expand and burgeon until?—
I rose and took him into me, slamming down on his cock as my walls contracted at the height of the orgasm. Something inside me snapped and floated away, but I barely felt the loss before my body was flooded with the delicious cold bite of a fresh orgasm.
Ordell cried out in guttural triumph while all I managed was a strangled whimper because release had a grip on my body, squeezing and pulsing while I rode him in a frenzy.
The delicious sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room and obscured my senses, until every part of me was focused on the sensation between my thighs as he swelled and throbbed, stretching me, burning me until pleasure and pain were one.
