He can’t possibly be about to do what I think he’s going to do. Then Vincent breathes on me, one hot gust of air, and I know he is.
First he simply licks, once, gliding over the outer lips of my sex. It’s exploratory but not tentative. He licks again, firmly, his large tongue stimulating everything from my entrance up to my clit like he’s tasting me, getting a sense of me.
I don’t think anyone has eaten me outherebefore.
Vincent huffs as he leans in closer, like he’s smelling me, and pushes my thighs apart even farther so he can fit his massive shoulders between them. When he licks me again, it’s more insistent, more focused right on my clit. His twin tusks are cool against my skin.
A powerful tremble spreads outward from the intense sensation on such a sensitive area. The massive orc doesn’t relent, though, tracing his tongue over it in quick, successive strokes, until I’m gasping for air and my whole body is twitching under him.
Holy damn. He knows how to use his tongue.
“Mm,” Vincent murmurs, and then I feel his fingers trace up the outside of my swollen labia. “Ready for me?”
I blink, not quite sure what he’s asking, when he resumes licking even faster, even harder. And then one of those fingers gently dips inside me.
Oh. I understand now.
My body arches off the table as he slips that massive, thick finger through, pushing himself in up to the knuckle.
“Fuck,” I whisper. I’m surprised at the slight stretch as I accommodate it. God, his hands are huge, aren’t they?
Now, Vincent really gets into it. He pumps his finger slowly as his tongue whips me up higher and higher, making circles and then flicking side to side, caressing and rubbing in utterly delightful patterns. And thatfinger, the pad dragging along the inside of me with every thrust, draws each of my muscles and tendons tighter and tighter.
I’m definitely going to come like this. No question. And I never come at Octavio’s.
I can’t help a moan as Vincent hastens his pace, well and truly fucking me with his handwhile he devours my clit. I’m shaking, completely out of control, not even realizing that I’ve grabbed the back of his head and buried my fingers in his hair, messing it up. But there’s nothing I can do about it as I fall completely victim to him, writhing on the table, the two other men in the room staring unabashedly as Vincent destroys my pussy.
“Oh god,” I chant, my hips moving of their own accord as I climb higher and higher. It’s like the rainbow in the distance, but somehow, I’m getting closer to it, to the pot of gold at the end. Vincent’s hand moves even faster as he continues his relentless assault, until I think that not only am I going to orgasm, but I might also burst open into a billion pieces that need to be swept up off the floor.
“There we go,” Vincent says as I tighten around his finger, my thighs shaking on either side of his head. “Come for me, Velvet.”
I wish it was my real name, not my stupid club name, but I’ll take what I can get.
Then, I can’t help it. My climax roars to the surface and sucks me under, delirious pleasure radiating out to every last corner of my body. Even my fingers and toes feel too tight as Irelease, and then I hear Vincent groan between my legs.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his tongue laving over my painfully sensitive pussy. “You taste like heaven.”
Wow. Never expected those words from my silent boss. But right now, he feels like so much more than that. He just gave me an absolutely world-altering orgasm, and I’m never, ever going to forget it.
When I finally manage to get my wits about me again, Vincent withdraws his finger and pops it into his mouth, sucking it clean from base to tip. I stare at him as he does it, baffled by this image of a mountain of an orc with everything he could want, with all the cash in the world at his disposal, eating me out on a table with a spilled drink next to us.
My eyes travel down his big body to his groin, where his cock is, once again, thick and hard under his slacks. He must be ready for round two.
And so am I. After that earth-shattering climax, I want nothing more than to feel him inside me. To see that big body without the suit covering it up. To have him on top of me, weighing me down, showing me what else he can do.
Unsteadily, I slip off the table and land on my feet, almost falling over. Vincent reaches out to steady me with a hand on my hip.
“Easy there,” he says, gently pulling me closer to him. I let him bring me in, reveling in his touch after what an intimate thing we just did. I hardly ever feel this way after an experience at Octavio’s, like I don’t want to let my partner go.
I try to take Vincent’s massive hand in mine, but the best I can do is wrap my fingers around his thumb. Then I lean down until my lips are at his ear.
“Would you like to go to a back room?” I whisper. “Where we can be alone?”
Most abruptly, Vincent shoots to his feet. I’m pushed back by the sudden movement and would have stumbled if it weren’t for the table behind me.
When he stares at me, Vincent looks… formidable. Irate. His brows are drawn, his eyes narrowed, his tusks dragging down each side of his mouth in a deep frown. He steps away as if I’m poisonous.
Shit. What did I say?
