His deep chuckle was an echo through a canyon, a rumble of a distant storm, low and vibrating, tugging at her core. “I suppose you and your friends just came for the wine tasting? I happen to know Cambric Creek has some beautiful wineries; I was at one not too long ago on a date. It had the meanest ol’ gryphon you’ve ever looked at twice, but he made a hell of a cab sauv.”
His drawling cadence clung to each word, lengthening the vowels into something warm and seductive, despite the way the words themselves made Lurielle’s stomach clench once more.
“No, I suppose we didn’t,” she murmured. “You hear lots of stories about places like this, and it all sounds amazing, but...I don’t know. I got out of a long relationship a few years ago and I haven’t been out with anyone since, so I guess I don’t really know what I was looking for coming here...not a poolside gangbang, though. That’s why I was walking back to my room tonight—alone.”
When she looked up, Lurielle found Khash’s hooded eyes fixed on her, a wistful-looking smile on his full mouth. “Well, that’s a song I know all the words to...and look at that, you happened upon one of my little homemade signs, advertising a pruney orc in an empty bath. My plan worked perfectly.”
Her laughter echoed across the marble, and as she shifted on the bench, the burst of water hit her thigh. “Oh! There's another one! There are jets!” The water jets in the thermae were nothing like the roiling bubbles of the hot tubs on the deck that she’d spied with trepidation earlier, were just enough to keep the steamy water circulating and temperate, she realized.
“There are indeed, you just finding one?”
“No onetoldme there were jets,” she giggled, flicking water in his direction. “You’d think someone who’s all pruney would have introduced the amenities of the tub.”
Khash had tipped his head back against the marble, sliding down into the water up to his shoulders, a massive forest-hued shadow beneath the surface. His eyelashes were dark and full against the top of his cheek as he closed his eyes, smiling serenely.
“Yes, ma’am, there are jets. I’ve been sittin’ on one. Hittin’ me right in the sweet spot.” His eyes popped open at the sound of her outraged laughter and the water flicking over his face, giving her a wolfish smile. “I’m happy to share, you know. Unless you like that big lonely bench there.”
There was a faint line through the side of one of his heavy brows—a scar she hadn’t noticed from across the tub, thin and trailing down to his temple. As she settled at his side, Lurielle was able to see the slim silver cuffs in his long ears; was able to admire the sharp edge of his sideburns and the loose plait of his hair. The hand that came out of the water was massive, and could easily cup her entire head. Instead, one of his thick fingers traced over her nose, brushing her freckles.
“I couldn’t see these from way over there,” he murmured, caressing the full apple of her cheek. His honeyed drawl was even sweeter with his warm breath on her face, and Lurielle held her breath, anticipating the moment his full lips met hers. “Pretty as a flower…”
Thick and full and warm, his lips were a gentle press against hers, and she gasped in a breath as they met and parted over and over again. She touched the tip of his tongue with her own tentatively, inviting entrance, and was not disappointed when the hot glide pushed into her mouth. That big hand had dropped to her hip, holding her close to his side as he explored her mouth, tongues dancing.
“How did it go?” she gasped once they’d parted.
The vast expanse of his chest was firm beneath her hands, fingers sliding over those pebbled nipples, the grunt he gave in response sending a tingle through the heat between her thighs.
“I thought that was very nice,” he grinned. “I’d like to do it again.”
“No,” Lurielle clarified, running her palm down his abdomen, feeling his stomach muscles bunch and dance beneath her palm, “your date at the winery. How did it go?”
Her breath hitched when he lifted her to sit on his enormous thigh, her entire mouth fitting easily between his thick tusks as he kissed her again, his gleaming teeth tugging at her full lower lip when he pulled away again.
“She didn’t like dogs. Ordo and I are a package deal, so not very well.”
His long, thick fingers massaged circles into her full hip, squeezing the side of her pudgy thigh, and Lurielle took her turn to nip at his pillowy lip, feeling him grip and squeeze a handful of her ample rear.
“I have a Yorkie. She’s staying with my neighbor this weekend.”
“A little flower and her bunny rabbit,” he crooned, smiling against her neck as she laughed in outrage. “I’ll bet her name is Lilypiddles.” Khash spun her in his arms so that her back was flush against his broad chest, a big hand splayed at her stomach, another cupping her heavy breasts. Lurielle didn’t have a chance to feel self-conscious over the softness of her body and her excess flesh, for he was kissing his way down her neck, making her gasp.
“Are we both consenting adults,Lurielle?”
His thick drawl slid over her name, a meaty finger sliding beneath her bikini bottom as soon as she breathily agreed. Lurielle let her head drop against his shoulder as Khash wasted no time stroking through her slick folds, circling over that hooded pearl of nerves until she bucked against his hand.
“So wet for me, little flower.”
She remembered the sight of his cock, thick and bobbing as he’d emerged from the lake that afternoon, and reached into the water, seeking its turgid length. Her small hand didn’t fit around its circumference, but she did her best, pumping the heavy shaft, feeling the smooth glide of his foreskin move over the swollen head. His deep groan of pleasure rumbled against her back, and she tightened her grip in response. The time spent in his company had flown by all too quickly, and this carnal lust-induced interlude was no different, Lurielle thought as she hurtled towards her peak, the two fingers he’d worked into her curling and pressing, making her cry out, her voice echoing through the marbled hall once more.Hitting the sweet spot…
“Are you going to come for me, Lurielle?”
He worked her clit with precision, and in a distant corner of her mind, she was reminded that this was a man who absolutely knew what he was doing, was incredibly skilled in the bedroom; who probablyneverwent to bed alone...but the rising coil of tension he was building was close to snapping. His big forearm moved like a piston, thick fingers pumping into her as his thumb moved against that sensitive bud, and Lurielle felt herself tipping over the edge, following the promise of his syrupy voice, coating her name the way her slick coated his fingers.
All too soon she was clenching around him, her cry of pleasure embarrassingly loud as she arched off his lap, her thick thighs and fat ass forgotten, her discomfort at the pool bar forgotten, the whole world forgotten as she entered a realm of pure white light, climaxing endlessly against him until everything went black and she ceased to exist.
♥♥♥
“Are you okay to walk, darlin’?”
