Page 41 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

“So tight,” he praises. “Can I try something?”

“Anything,” I say recklessly, mind wandering down some pre-orgasmic lane where everything is hot, wet, and intense.

One of his hands leaves my hip and moves between my legs. His tongue keeps up a steady lapping on my folds and clit while his fingers stroke around my entrance, flirting with the inside.

He has big hands. Thick fingers. The first hint of penetration makes me gasp, anticipation actually being as good as the moment itself for once in my life. My hips rock back again, and I sheath him in me.

“Her eyes rolled back in her head.” That’s another one of those cliches, right?

But mine do. Two of his fingers push into me and start to thrust, and it’s bigger than the biggest human guy I’ve ever had. Clit in his mouth, his sucks turn hard and feverish, and my hips start to slam back against his pistoning fingers... Yep. Eyes roll back. White hot surges of pleasure make me mutter frantic curses, filling the bedroom with desperate little hisses. “King, King, fuck, yes, I’m going to... I’m going to...”

“Yesss, sweetie. I want you to. I wanna watch your pretty pussy gush all over my hand.” King’s voice is muffled and eager, his fingers moving faster, pressing forward, pressing into a spot that makes me screech each time he hits it, and like he’s tracking my sounds, he targets it over and over, and—

I let out a shout that sets the dogs barking downstairs as hot juice splashes out of me in a burning rush, leaving King soaked and my thighs shaking.

Did I just squirt?

Oh, God, please tell me I squirted, not peed.

“Mmmmm.” King sounds thoroughly content, and his fingers slowly trail from me.

I topple to the side, thoroughly shook.

Best sex ever. And the guy never even took off his pants.

My hot young hunk of a hockey player is looking at me while he’s sucking his fingers clean.

“Good?” he asks, suddenly looking worried.

Well, I don’t blame him. I’m just staring at him in disbelief.

“Ingrid?” He starts to sit up, and now I can see that his collar is wet, too.

“Wow.”

“Too much?”

“I squirted.”Oh, yes, Ingrid, let’s state the obvious. The guy iswearingyou.

King looks proud of himself. “That means it was good, right? I found ‘the spot.’”

I have to chuckle. “Yes, you found the spot. Um. I’m sorry I got you all wet.”

The smugness vanishes into confusion. “I’ve never been close with someone like that. I thought I wassupposedto be wet. There’s a verse in Ultarn the Prolific’s book—”

“Sorry, back up? Ultarn the—”

“Prolific. Basically, a really awesome Orc from the old days who wrote a huge book on being a good husband. I think it’s something like, ‘She is the river that you drink from.’ He could have been being symbolic, but most of us think he was talking about actually... You know. Finding the yummy lady chalice.”

The chuckling is now full-blown, helpless laughter. “Yummy lady chalice?”

“Not my smoothest line.”

“No, but I liked it. And I was... yummy?”

“Get back up here. I want another drink.” King tugs me to him, and I giggle and squirm away.

“Stop that. Let’s get you cleaned up.”