Page 37 of Horn in My Side

“Thanks again for dinner,” Mal said as he hit the start button on the dishwasher. “I—”

Jasmine had sidled up against him, practically trapping him against the counter. “I was wondering . . . we could have a second dessert.”

A flash of desire sparked in his purple eyes. “Jasmine . . .” He shook his head. “You know we agreed—”

“Yeah, I know we shouldn’t have sex yet.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t do other stuff, right?

We just . . . won’t go all the way.” Oh Mother Goddess, she sounded like a horny teenage boy.

However, she did feel like one, because she was going to explode if they didn’t at least get to second base tonight.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just enjoy each other’s company tonight without any pressure.”

His eyebrows drew together in doubt. “I told you I can’t control myself around you.”

“Yes, you can. I know it. Besides, I’m gonna need a preview before we go to the main event.”

“Preview?”

She nodded at his crotch. “If you haven’t thought of how different we are, I have. A lot. I’ve never been with anyone, uh, your size.”

Realization dawned on his face. “It’s never been a problem before.”

“Yes, but I’m gonna have to know what I’m dealing with in order to prepare myself. You can’t just expect me to . . . hop on the Mal train without knowing what I’m in for.”

“I see.” He hmm ed. “That sounds logical.”

“And practical.” She laid a hand on his arm. “So, yes?”

“Yeah,” he said, his breath hitching.

“Good.” Taking his hand, she led him back to the living room, then sat him down on the sofa.

She sent him a sensual smile as she stood between his knees.

Her hands went to the straps of her dress, then slowly lowered them down her arms, pulling the fabric down her torso to reveal her naked breasts to him. No bra for her tonight.

“Fuck.” Mal’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, your nipples and breasts are perfect.”

“Do you want to touch them? Kiss them? Put them—”

“Come here.”

She let out a whoop as he grabbed her waist and placed her on his lap, his eyes stuck like magnets to her chest. “Please, Jasmine, can I . . .”

“You can do whatever you want, Mal.”

Bending his head, he pressed his mouth between her breasts, taking a deep breath.

His mouth tusks grazed her sensitive flesh, sending goosebumps crawling down her arms. “You smell incredible,” he moaned against her skin.

“You feel incredible.” Twisting his head to the side, his tongue flicked out at her nipple.

His calloused hands slid up her torso to cup her breasts, his claws gently raking on her skin, making her shudder.

He teased her nipples with the pads of his thumb, then dipped his head down to take one between his lips, tongue lashing out at the stiff bud.

“Mal!” Her fingers dug into his shoulders to steady herself. “More.”

His hands slid under her dress and adjusted her, so she was pressed up against his erection. With only her panties and his jeans between them, he felt even larger than she remembered. A sense of panic left her throat bone dry, but the fear disappeared as Mal sucked her nipple deep.

She arched her back, pushing more of her breast into his wet, warm mouth as she rocked against him. His hips started bucking up, meeting her in a slow, sensual rhythm. It was all too much, and while she was tempted to grind on him until they both came, she wanted something else first.

“Mal,” she groaned. “Let me see you.”

Grunting, he released her nipple. Jasmine slid backwards, balancing herself on his knees, watching intently as he popped the buttons of his jeans.

Reaching into his underwear, he pulled out his cock.

Rising from a thick nest of hair at the base, it was a darker color green than the rest of him and sizable, but not like Leila’s rather graphic two-handed depiction of them.

However, her fingers of one hand would definitely not be able to touch, so that would be a challenge.

One thing Leila did get right were the ridges.

Oh Mother Goddess, they were thick, adding to the already substantial girth of his cock.

Starting under the head, they grew in size along the shaft, stopping above his heavy sack.

“Mal, can I . . .”

“Yes,” he said in a guttural tone.

She gripped the shaft without hesitation and gave him a firm pump.

“Oh fffuck. Don’t stop.”

Initially, she thought the ridges would make it difficult to caress him, but after a few strokes, she soon got the hang of it. The shaft swelled under her touch, pulsing and if it were possible, growing even more.

A clear liquid dribbled out the tip, flowing over the head and dripping down her fingers. At first, Jasmine thought he had ejaculated, but Mal’s body remained still, his eyes shut tight.

“Pre-cum,” he explained in a rough voice. “To help our partners.” Opening his eyes, their gazes locked and his pupils blew wide with desire. “Our ridges can be . . . difficult to accommodate.”

“It acts like lube?”

“Exactly,” he breathed out, as if he’d been suffering from lack of oxygen.

So, male orcs made their own lubricant. “How efficient.” At least she didn’t have to worry about not having enough on hand for their third date. Her thighs tensed up, anticipation stretching taut within her, threatening to snap.

More. She needed more from him.

She licked her lips as she stared at the sticky liquid covering the head of his penis and her fingers. Without any hesitation, she bent down to lap it up with her mouth.

Something that sounded like her name gurgled from his mouth, but she wasn’t sure, nor could she hear as blood pounded in her ears in excitement.

Opening her lips, she drew the tip inside her mouth.

Unable to help herself, she looked up at him, their eyes locking.

The pure, unadulterated pleasure and awe on his face encouraged her.

So, she lowered her head to take more of him inside, sending his eyes rolling back into his head.

Turning back to her task at hand, she began to pleasure him with her tongue, first swiping at the hole on the tip, then swirling it around the head.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t even halfway down when she reached the limit with his girth and her jaw was starting to ache.

So, she released him but then slid her tongue up and down the hard shaft, teasing at the ridges.

They must have been very sensitive because Mal’s grip on the sofa cushions tightened, his talons ripping into the buttery soft leather.

Her clit throbbed, and her inner muscles clenched in desperation. At the same time, she reveled in the power she had over him, watching him gripped by pleasure and all because of her.

“Jasmine, stop. Oh please . . . Stop or I’m gonna come if you don’t.”

It was tempting to continue, but she released him. “We don’t have to stop, Mal. I want you to come.” She cupped her breasts. “Do you want to do it here? Or anywhere else?”

Heat flashed in his indigo eyes, but before she could say anything, she was on her back, facing the ceiling. “What—Mal!”

He was on his knees on the floor, head between her thighs. Flipping her skirt up, he yanked her panties to the side. “Let me taste you, Jasmine. Please. I want to taste your pretty pussy.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

The pad of his finger ran up the seam of her sex as his lips trailed upwards. He found her slick entrance and prodded gently. “Watch me, Jasmine. I want you to see me while I eat you.”

Her cheeks burned, but she managed to lower her head. Mal’s mouth descended on her mound, mouth covering her sex as his tongue snaked at her slick folds. Jasmine’s eyes rolled all the way to the back of her head as he lapped at her, the pressure gathering up inside her.

“Delicious,” he mouthed against her. “Give it all to me, Jasmine.” Hooking his hands under her knees, he hauled them up and planted them over his shoulders.

“Yes.” Now his large hands reached under her, cupping her ass to lift her up, those claws of his scraping deliciously at her flesh.

“So wet. You’ll be able to take my cock so well. ”

When his mouth found her clit, she nearly screamed.

He drew the bud between his warm lips, then used his tongue to flick at it, over and over again.

That pressure that had been building up exploded as he pushed her to her climax.

This time she did scream, her fingers shoving into his hair and tugging so tight she feared she would rip the strands from their roots.

“There, there, ashak’a,” he cooed as he eased her down on the couch. “You did so well.” He planted a kiss on her slick lips, then eased his hands out from under her.

Once the feeling returned to her limbs, she sat up so they were face to face, her on the couch and him on his knees before her. “Your turn,” she said, reaching down to wrap a hand around his shaft. Taking his hand, she said, “Show me how you like it.”

Desire flashed in his eyes as his hand covered over hers.

He moved slow first, squeezing her fist to tighten her grip, the muscles on his veiny forearms tensing.

Then he increased the pace, steady and rhythmic.

His cock pulsed and throbbed under their combined touch, the tip pulsing as more of his pre-cum leaked out.

His face twisted in pleasure, mouth tusks digging into the flesh of his upper lip.

When he increased the strokes, she knew he was close and sure enough, the tip erupted with a burst of creamy white cum.

“Jasmine,” he growled. His cock continued to spurt with his seed, splashing her fingers, shooting at her thighs and panties.

He let out one last groan and collapsed against her, burying his face against her neck.

She held him there, wrapping her arms around his torso, breathing in the scent of his sweat and male skin.

Heartbeats passed before he pulled back. “One second . . .” He whipped off his shirt. “Sorry for the mess. Let’s clean you up.”