Page 16 of First Comes Orc, Second Comes Baby
He was still dominant, still seething with aggression under the surface, but he was completely, exquisitely controlled.
It reminded Charlotte of the control and strength required to make ballet look effortless. The awareness you had to have of your partner during pair work.
So she felt she could trust Brahnt now, to respect her boundaries, to take time with her needs. To not completely overwhelm Charlotte’s senses until she couldn't do anything except let the Orc have his way. . .and crawl back to her apartment in the morning, feeling both satiated and broken.
Charlotte wanted the satiation. She didn't want the brokenness.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”
Brahnt’s hold on her tightened and he exploded out of the chair, Charlotte instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist, the Orc proving his strength because he didn't grunt under her not insignificant weight.
She might look delicate, but her above average height frame was packed with muscle.
Charlotte nuzzled Brahnt's neck as the Orc strode down a hallway, opened a door to what she assumed was a bedroom, and walked in, dumping her on the bed.
She shivered as Brahnt stripped out of his clothing, his scorching gaze trained on her face, movements economical.
The reveal proved Charlotte's guess Brahnt was naturally more a golden-green; his skin gleamed a few shades lighter everywhere, stretched like satin over a well-toned but not overbearingly meathead body. He was broader than Charlotte, his arms thick, and there was a charming handhold of fat at his waist though his abdomen remained toned.
“Like what you see?” Brahnt purred.
He wrapped a hand around his engorged cock and pumped himself, once, twice, then leaned a knee on the bed and leaned over Charlotte. “How do you want it? For me to fuck you fast and ruthless, or do you want to be cherished?”
As he spoke, he lowered his head and sank teeth, gently, into the side of Charlotte's neck. Then suckled—not gently.
Charlotte gasped, grabbing Brahnt's shoulders. “I can't think right now, so Orc's choice.”
He chuckled. “Dangerous words. What's your safe word?”
“Boundaries.”
Brahnt paused, pulled back, an eyebrow raised. “Seriously?”
Charlotte nodded.
“Alright. . .boundaries.” He paused, seemed to think better of what he was going to say, and said instead, “Are you concerned about something in particular?”
Charlotte hesitated. For sex talk, this was almost too intimate. Too much like Brahnt cared about her as a person instead of just a fuck toy, and that was the last thing Charlotte needed if she was going to keep her emotional guard up.
“Just love bombing, I guess,” Charlotte said. “Of going too deep too fast.”
“Oh, I intend to go deep, and fast.” He brushed his lips across hers. “But I don't intend on breaking your heart.”
Said heart raced as Brahnt stared at her with hunger in his eyes, before trailing kisses down her body. Charlotte shuddered beneath him as Brahnt pulled a nipple into his mouth. She almost mewled in disappointment except when he moved, it was to slide down her body toward the juncture of her thighs.
“May I?” the Orc murmured.
Charlotte nodded, swallowing, wondering when was the last time a man had gone down on her first, as Brahnt unzipped the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down, along with panties—then pushed her thighs open.
Charlotte's entire body tensed, her spine arching as Brahnt licked up and down her slit. Lightning arched through her clit as he drew it into his mouth.
“Like this, baby?” he murmured, adjusting his strokes and pressure as she directed him. Not really with words, but more with mewls of approval or protest.
“Oh. . .Brahnt, god. . .it feels good.” When was the last time she’d said those words to a man?
But then he wasn’t, was he? A man. He was an Orc.
Brahnt moved faster, a growl in the back of his throat and with a cry, Charlotte came, shuddering, Brahnt finally lifting his head and pining her with a look that had her going completely still.
