Page 44 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

He fills my mouth completely, with inches left over. My mouth and hand work together, pumping and sliding, occasionally flexing around his knot, listening to the sounds of water sprinkling and his frantic moans.

“I last longer, normally,” King groans as I pull back to breathe.

“You’ve been waiting for a very long time.” I wipe his apology away with a long lick that traces the pulsating vein in the back of his shaft. “You took care of me first.”

“I’ll always take care of you first. I’d always take care of you, Ingrid... If you were mine.”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me.” The words spring out, a quick, sharp reflex that usually fends off rude questions about when this thirty-something “spinster” is going to settle down and have babies, or get a man, or whatever it is nosey people say.

“No. I know you don’t,” King’s voice is sober. Deeper. “War Maidens don’t. They favor a man by allowing him to be in their lives. He pledges to always honor her and treat her as his greatest treasure and bravest ally. He’ll care for her because it is his privilege, not her lack of ability.”

Orcs have this wooing thing down. I feel taller on my knees, kneeling in front of this guy, than I do in platform heels. He setsme on some pedestal—which is a mistake. Because I’m not the “War Maiden” he thinks. I’m a vulnerable mess inside sometimes, too.

“It’s nice to be taken care of when you want it, not when youneedit,” I murmur before I go back to working his cock over with my mouth, sucking on him harder this time, feeling the stream of minty pre-cum grow thicker and more copious as my palm keeps up a steady rhythm against his shaft.

King pops with a harsh curse, his large hand digging into my scalp, which is a surprising turn on. “Oh, God. Ingrid... You’re amazing.”

I lick my lips and watch the spurts of cum still flowing from him, watch his knot shrink to half its size. I guess that’s because it’s not trapped inside of me. “There’s a lot,” I whisper in awe, catching a spray against my breasts.

“Because I don’t just want you. I think Ineedyou. I think I—”

I kiss him hard. Fast. His cum is still on my mouth, and he doesn’t care, just pulls me up into his lap so that we’re a tangle of wet limbs and needy little cries.

I think I love you.

I think that’s what he was going to say.

Not ready for that. Not at all, no how, no way, my brain reminds me.

But my heart sure seems happy about it.

Chapter Fifteen: King

“You’re healing faster than humans, that’s for damn sure. Stay on your back and give me fifteen straight leg raises.” Kev makes a note on his tablet.

I lie on my back with my injured leg straight and lift it a few inches off the table, keeping it straight. This is supposed to do something to the muscles in the upper part, I think, something that helps them stay strong while I’m on crutches and an immobilizer.

“How are you doing with stairs? Showering?”

My mind goes back to the night before last. Stairs. Shower. Ingrid’s mouth on my cock. My face buried between her legs. “Good!” I yelp.

Think about other things. Any other things, so you don’t start sporting a stiffy in front of Kevin. He’ll think physical therapy turns you on.

Anything Ingrid did that was physical therapy would turn me on. In fact... I look around and start picturing us in the hot tub, on the weight machines, on all the conveniently placed balance blocks, foam cubes, and wedges... This place was made for naughty thoughts.

“You good, dude?” Kev notices my wandering eyes and lustful smile, but fortunately, nothing else.

I grab my phone from the pocket of my black Lumberjacks sweatpants. “Uh, yeah. I’m good. I just remembered that Coach Torrey sent me an email right before I came in. Mind if I read it while I’m exercising?”

“As long as you don’t drop your phone on your face and give yourself a black eye on my watch,” he sighs and shuffles away. “I’ll be right back.”

Hi King,

Thrilled to hear that you’re able to come to the game tonight and Saturday. I think we can get some VIP jerseys for your senior friends. Heard from the manager, and he’s pissed that you got hurt, obviously, but thrilled with the good press your video got. Be On Someone’s Team banners are going up outside tonight, and they’re making some Be On Someone’s Team shirts with your logo on them. Also, security isn’t going to let that ice bunny from the first video back into the stadium. She clearly violated the player harassment policy we have in place.

While you’re laid up, the manager knows you have to take care of that leg, but he also wonders if you can keep doing some of those “Be On Someone’s Team” videos. It’s good for us, and it’s catching media attention. Maybe share uplifting stories or something? What do you think?

Coach T.