Page 82 of Grumpy Pucking Orc
“In the bathroom standing in the tub.”
“I hear the water running.”
Her voice was so low and sexy. It was taking my breath away. “Eng is sleeping in the next room,” I told her, wondering where she was going with this. “I turned the tub water on so he wouldn’t hear.”
“So…you’re naked in the shower?”
I frowned. “No. I am standing in the shower but not naked.”
“What are you wearing?”
I glanced down at my tented-out shorts. “Basketball shorts.”
“No underwear?”
By all the mountain gods, her voice was driving me to the edge of insanity.
“No. Just the shorts.”
“You need to take them off,” she purred.
I’d never removed an item of clothing so fast in my life.
“Close your eyes,” she continued. “Reach down and gently grasp your hand-axe. Imagine it’s my hand touching you, stroking you.”
I did as she said, my breath hitching.
“I’m touching myself too, and imagining it’s you. Your fingers brushing the inside of my thighs, dipping into the wetness between my legs, teasing my clit.”
I groaned, my hand tightening on my hand-axe.
“But I’m in charge tonight, so I push your hand away and kneel down in front of you. My hand is sliding up your cock as I lean forward. My breath is warm on your skin. I hesitate just a moment, looking up at you as I kiss the tip of your cock. My tongue flicks along the slit, tasting the sweet pearlescent bead there, a treasure, just for me.”
Agony. Downright agony. My hand-axe leaked, and I ran my fingers along the lower ridge, actually feeling her tongue and her mouth, as if she were right here with me.
“I’m licking, sucking at the skin of your hand-axe gently with my lips, working my way up and down your glorious length. And when I’ve made my way back to the head of your cock, I open wide and take all of you into my mouth.”
“Mountain Gods! Jordan!” My breathing was rough and ragged. It was all I could do not to spill my seed right then, but I gripped my hand-axe tight and tried to hold back.
“I’m sucking as I slide you out of my mouth, only to sink you in again so deep you hit the back of my throat. My one hand grips your thigh and the other is on your ass, steading myself as I speed up my rhythm. You’re so hard. I want to make you come. I want you to spill your hot seed down my throat. Then I’ll lick you clean.”
I could take no more. With a shout that I’m sure woke Eng as well as the hotel guests on either side of us, I surrendered to my release.
When my mind stopped spinning, I realized that my legs were wobbly, and I was bracing myself against a strong metal bar along the side wall of the shower. Mountain Gods, this was the sexiest masturbation I’d ever experienced. Maybe weeks and months away from Jordan wouldn’t be so lonely if we could do this every few nights.
Except I’d need to live here, since we didn’t have cell phones back home and communication spells weren’t exactly ideal for long-distance sex. One more thing I liked very much about Jordan’s world.
“You are amazing,” I told her.
“I miss you.” Jordan’s voice held a note of smugness, as if she knew exactly how she’d ravished me tonight.
“Grumem-esch-ach metanekan schlonakanap-tsknt,” I told her, meaning every word.
Chapter 36
Jordan
My FedEx bill was going to be insane. I’d looked up the Tusks’ game schedule, called the main office to beg the address to their hotels, explaining that I was Ozar’s girlfriend and wanted to send him some care packages. Then I’d gone to town on the purchases, shipping the orc cannolis, cheesecakes, gourmet chocolates, and even a half-gallon of his favorite farm-fresh milk.
