Silva could hear Tate’s musical laughter through the phone and felt her own smile grow, able to clearly picture his crowded grin.
“Oh...you want to dothat? I’m not sure she’ll be...if you think so...fine, I’ll keep her warmed up ‘til you finish, then.” Her eyes rolled dramatically before she huffed. “Fine, she’s a dove, not a lamb. Don’t dawdle, you can finish counting in the morning.”
The look Elshona leveled upon her was speculative, and Silva fidgeted impatiently as the tall orc slid her phone into the back pocket of her tight shorts. “Well, he said I get to play with you, lamby...but he wants to watch. He’ll be round soon as he’s finished with inventory. A real stickler for the rules, that one, ‘specially if they’re his. But,” she paused, giving Silva the same rapacious stare she had over the pool table, pulling Silva to straddle her muscular thighs, “that doesn’t mean we can’t have a bit of fun before he comes down.”
Elshona’s fingers once more traced over the top of the pink lace, teasing at the apex of her sex until Silva moaned in frustration, bouncing against the other woman’s lap to find the friction she’d craved. “I think I want to have a taste of you first. Would you like that lamby? If I lick that perfect little kitty will you be a good lamb and come on my tongue for me?”
Silva was unable to remember if she’d ever enjoyed playing the submissive this much before, deciding that her needy little whine of agreement was worth it when her panties were slid down her narrow hips and stuffed into the back pocket of the grinning orc’s shorts, those long fingers dragged through her wet folds once more.
Elshona wasted no time before pushing her back and licking a hot stripe over her slick center. The orc’s wide tongue circled and teased around the spot where sheneededattention until Silva keened, begging for more contact, nearly crying in relief when at last Elshona puckered her lips to suck on the throbbing little pearl. She alternated passes of her tongue with soft little suckles, growing in their intensity until Silva was bucking her hips against the orc’s mouth,desperate, desperate for release.
She begged. She wasn’t sure if it was something she’d done before, knew it absolutely wasn’t proper, but she was having fun, wasn’t she? Silva of the night time didn’t need to worry about propriety, after all, and begging to come simply seemed like the right thing to do.
Her plot worked, a direly needed victory. Elshona cooed about her being a good little lamb before fastening her lips, nursing on the swollen, throbbing bundle of nerves, sucking her clit steadily until Silva arched, legs shaking. She felt the vibrations of Elshona’s throaty moan against her as she came, pulsing against the other woman’s tongue as it continued to lap against her, until she was boneless and spent, and the orc’s face glistened.
Over Elshona’s shoulder, leaning in the doorway, Tate’s smile was wider than she’d ever seen it, stretched back to his ears. His teeth were like daggers, longer than Silva remembered them being just that morning, and his mirth-filled eyes held hers without blinking.
“If you’ve got a tab, go settle it.”
Elshona rose quickly, ducking from the room as he approached the sofa where she sprawled, still pulsing from her orgasm. He moved like a cat, Silva thought, lithe and silent, lowering his head to dip his tongue between her hot folds, tasting her release before crawling up her body.
“You’ve been having all sorts of adventures without me, dove,” he murmured, gripping her chin before leaning in slowly. His mouth was still sweet, she thought, although she tasted herself there as well.
He was smaller than the other orcs, lean where they were bulky, but Silva was reminded that he was still much bigger than her when he lifted her like a doll, carrying her across the room to a closed door she hadn’t previously noticed. She tightened her legs around his waist when they ascended a pitch-black staircase, burying her face in his neck to breathe in the heady sandalwood smell of him, hoping she would get to feel the drag of those teeth on her skin before morning.
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“I’m sorry that I’m keeping you from your pantless time,” she’d murmured as he’d kissed her after they left the restaurant. The little cobblestone alleyway was lit with twinkle lights, strung across the road every few feet, giving the the lane an ethereal, cozy glow under the inky-black sky. Khash had pulled her to a curved-back bench to kiss her silly, and she clung to his collar panting when they, at last, came up for air.
“Oh, I’d say this was well worth it,” he chuckled. “Do I need to get you back to your room before your friends get worried? I wouldn’t want you to turn into a pumpkin on me.”
“My friends probably don’t even realize I’m gone. Ris was heading to some bonfire party and I don’t even know where Silva was heading...everyone was pretty eager to go their own way after dinner.” She’d been counting on being able to keep her head down and listen with half an ear to her friend’s chatter over dinner, but Ris had shifted impatiently in her red bandage dress, checking the time on her phone and tapping a long nail against the side of her water glass, while Silva’s attention had been fixed unwaveringly on the bistro across the intersection. All three had been distracted and had gone their separate ways with very little conversation as they left the restaurant. “I definitely don’t have any reason to rush back.”
“Well, it’s a fine night for strollin’,” he grinned down with his crinkled eyes and dimpled chin and Lurielle wondered how she was meant to go back to her Khash-less life on Monday, “and pantless time can still be found.”
Strolling led to walking the entire length of the little downtown, and back past the resort grounds. Lurielle relished the heat from his big body beside her, her arm wrapped around his meaty forearm as they walked. Along the way, Khash had turned the conversation into a game ofPantless Time with Bluebell, as he called it, trying to determine what she was willing to do naked.
“Do you swim?” he’d asked hopefully, pointing out that the shimmering lake wasn’t far.
“You can see that lake from the road!” she exclaimed with an indignant laugh. “As a matter of fact, we saw this huge, naked orc coming out of the water when we pulled up—big dog, sexy accent, works in finance, maybe you know him?—and he waggled his junk at us!”
Lurielle loved the way his shoulders shook when he laughed, the way his ears flushed dark as he wheezed, the way his entire face smiled, and especially the way he tightened his arm around hers as he recovered.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talkin’ about. I do notwaggle.”
He conceded that the lake water might be too cold for “her delicate little petals” now that it was nighttime, and she absolutely refused to go naked horseback riding. They had circled the entire Main Street by then, and were passing a black-bricked tavern when several shrieking women tumbled out of the door. Lurielle immediately recognized the drunken harpy from the tiki bar the night before.
“What time are the fireworks?” one of the girls asked another, and Lurielle turned up to Khash with a smile as the trio of women giggled their way down the sidewalk.
“Are there fireworks? That sounds nice...can we go someplace private to watch?”
They would go back to his place, it was decided, because she was not willing to walk all the way down from the resort without her clothes, and then venture to what Khash claimed was “the perfect spot” to watch the fireworks from the other side of the lake. Lurielle could feel her breath getting shorter with every step as they set off for his cabin, giddy adrenaline mixed with gut churning fear that she was actually going to let this sexy, syrupy-voiced orc talk her into showing her dimpled thighs and sagging breasts to the world.
It’s dark out, there’s not going to be anyone around anyways,she tried to convince herself. No one would see. ...Hewould see though, and that was possibly the worst part of it, he would see her: jiggling ass and too-eager eyes, someone he could have a weekend fling with, but certainly not good enough to date, not for someone like him, handsome and charming as he was. They passed by the aforementioned lake as her thoughts continued to spiral, her confidence dimming with every step.
There were fish in the lake, Khash said, squeezing her arm and distracting her from her panic, and he opined that some of them might be big enough to swallow her whole. “But the little ones will just nibble your toes, and we can pretend we’re at one of those fancy spas. Next time, maybe...”
She nearly choked in laughter, even as her heart twisted.Next time…She wished there could be a next time, wished for the hundredth time that she had met him on Dynah’s dating app, that he wasn’t the byproduct of a weekend meant for meaningless hookups.
