Acts of Service
Words of Affirmation
Donuts
Making Stevie Come Until She Begs for Mercy
That afternoon, he made me come on the couch, on the kitchen counter, and then in the shower—I lost count of how many times he used that trick of orc biology to wrench an orgasm from me. And each time, he stared at me as if I were addicting, and heneededthis sensation.
But he didn’t come.
Why not?
He wouldn’t allow himself to?
Or was it more?
That night, he spread me out over the bed and kissed me.Everywhere. I was naked, and he absolutely took advantage of that. His lips and tongue covered everything, and goodGodI could get behind the feel of that ridged tongue on my nipples?—
My brain completely stuttered when he moved lower.
Look, I’ve been around the block a time or three, yeah? And I’ve had some good lovers, and some great lovers. Guys who could make me come when we had sex, which is a big deal, I know.
But I’d never, in all of my life met a guy who could focus onmypleasure so completely and totally ignore his own. So no, I’d never had a lover go down on me.
And certainly not as enthusiastically as Garrak currently was.
Oh God, when that thick, ridged tongue slid along my cleft? It was like a massage. He slid one, two fingers inside me, curling them forward to stroke the little rough patch behind my clit, as his tongue teased the rest of me.
I came on his face.
He didn’t stop, becauseof coursehe didn’t stop. I was beginning to think hewasaddicted to this, the same way my father was addicted to winning. Garrak seemed determined to draw out more and more pleasure?—
When his lips closed around my clitoris and he sucked lightly, my back arched and I screamed his name as I came again.
The third time he dragged an orgasm from me with his tongue, I was panting, and I yanked on his hair—the hair I’d been gripping as he went to town between my thighs. When he lifted his head, his chin was glistening from my release, and his eyes were glowing an intense green.
“More,dkaar?” he growled, but I shook my head.
“I need a break, Garrak. Please.”
I swear, a look ofdisappointmentflickered across his face before he untangled himself and crawled up beside me.
He was still wearing sweatpants, which meant he was still wearing his leg. When he stretched out alongside me, that long tongue flicked out smugly across his lower lip and chin, drawing in more of the taste of me.
