I marked her with my cum twice more, and lost count of how many times I’d broughtherto climax. But eventually—after another shower—she fell asleep, exhausted, in my arms. I laid there on that bed,Kteerstill humming, and watched her sleep.
She was smiling, and that did something to my chest that myKteercouldn’t.
I would give her a few hours’ rest before I woke her for another round…
Jocelyn
When I woke,I was disoriented. Strange predawn shadows on the ceiling, a strange ache between my legs, strange dryness in my throat…
But none of that was so strange as the sensation of being cradled so gently by a pair of huge green arms and a stranger’s even, warm breath against the top of my head.
Well, after the last few hours, I guess I couldn’t call Brakkor astranger.
After all, I’d spent the last few weeks getting to know him via MonsterSmash, and we’d spoken on the phone after we’d exchanged our medical tests. I liked him, the way he made me laugh, and his upfront way of looking at the world…
And I most definitely liked the way he could make me feel.
Oh God, did I like that.
For years now, I’d been fantasizing about sex with an orc, and I was so proud of myself for finally making it happen, in the best way: open, honest, no strings attached. But there was a part of me that acknowledged it wasn’t justsex with an orcthat was so good…it wassex with Brakkor.
He’d made me feel beautiful, sexy, and completely worthy of that pleasure, which had been…remarkable.
Magnificent.
No one had ever called me that before, and the memory of his voice in my ear, his fingers on my skin…I shifted in the bed, pulling away from him just slightly. Brakkor continued to sleep, and I turned enough to stare at the curve of his jaw in the dimness.
He’d woken me at least twice—time ran together—right here in this bed, to make me come again. And again. He was the only male I’d ever met who seemed to enjoy eating me out, and evenenjoywasn’t the right word for how Brakkor approached my pussy; he seemed addicted to it.
And there’d been a time or two when I’d seen him looking almostreverentas he dragged his fingers through his cum and spread it across my thighs…
Yeah, Brakkor was pretty incredible in bed, and if I let myself, I would happily sink back down into his hold and never want to leave.
But this was an agreement for one night only, a hookup we very clearly defined before we even met. And if I allowed myself to fall back into his touch, it would hurtwhen the morning officially came, and he kissed me goodbye.
Chad had taught me that; I needed to be the one to leave, so I wouldn’t be hurt.
Slowly, I rolled away from Brakkor, careful not to wake him up.
On the table by my side of the huge bed was a full glass of ice water, still sweating from the cold. He’d known I would wake up thirsty—likely dehydrated from all those orgasms!—and had taken care of me while I slept. Before I even understood what I would need.
My hands shook as I lifted the glass to drink.
I liked Brakkortoo much. I liked him enough that it was going to hurt to say goodbye to him.
I needed that goodbye to be on my terms. After Chad had walked away, I’d learned that goodbyes hurt less if you weren’t emotionally investedorif they were on your terms. Well, I was already emotionally invested in this amazingly sweet orc who could make me come just by winking at me, so I had to say goodbye before he could.
My feet made no sound as I slipped out of bed.
It took longer than it ought to, finding my clothes and my bag, but I couldn’t risk turning on a light. If Brakkor woke, I’d have to have the awkward goodbye conversation anyhow, which would defeat the purpose.
My underwear and bra were ruined. For a moment, I considered leaving them for him to find, but didn’t want to make him think thatIthought this evening was importantenough to require a memento, so I shoved them both in my bag.
Maybe I needed a memento after all.
I paused at the door and glanced over my shoulder at the hulking form in the bed. Brakkor slept with a peaceful expression on his face, and for a moment, I positivelyachedto tiptoe over and brush one last kiss over his cheek.
But one kiss wouldn’t be enough, I knew that. I’d end up kissing his lips, then his throat, and soon I’d be speared on his cock again, and then I’d lose my courage to say goodbye.
