Page 10 of Orc Charming (Love At First Orc #6)

Chapter 10

Deegar

W e had lunch at an open deck restaurant and walked lazily through town, holding hands. Stopping periodically, we gazed through store windows, Cat pointing out things she liked. We laughed softly together about things we both didn’t enjoy, and I marveled at how our likes harmonized so completely.

Returning to her tidy home, we sat on the front porch again.

“Have you tried iced coffee?” she asked. “I happen to have brewed some this morning and put it in the fridge.

Grimacing, I shook my head. “Cold coffee? Who’d drink something like that?”

“Me.” She smirked as she rose from her chair. “And you if you’re brave enough to try it.”

I followed her into the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carafe. She set it on the counter and grabbed a couple of large glasses from the cupboard, adding ice and a bit of cream.

“We don’t have cows in the orc kingdom.”

“What?” she gasped. “Does that mean you don’t have whipped or ice cream?”

I shook my head. “I’ve tried the latter. It’s good. Sweet and cold on the tongue.”

“Well, we’ve got to fix this immediately.” With complete seriousness, she opened the fridge, returning the carafe, and pulling out a silver can. After popping the top, she held it toward me. “Close your eyes, open your mouth, and be prepared for an amazing treat.”

“Being with you is the best treat in the world, Cat.”

“Aw.” Her mischievous smile widened. “But you haven’t tried whipped cream yet.”

I did as she asked, bending forward so she could reach.

A brief hissing-whooshing sound erupted as my mouth was filled with something light, fluffy, and sweet.

“Thoughts?” she asked, watching me.

I ran my tongue through the creamy, velvety treat. “Smooth,” I mumbled around the bite. “Slightly sweet and luscious, like you, mate.”

She grinned. “Ha.”

I swallowed. “It has an airy quality that adds something I can’t quite describe. It’s quite delicious.”

“We add it to coffee.” She demonstrated by squirting some on the top of our beverages. “On pie or even cake, or just like this.”

“What would it taste like . . .” Because my heat was brewing once more, my mind took me in a steamier direction.

“I think I know where you’re taking this, mate .” Placing the whipped cream on the counter, she turned back to me, her gaze focused on my cock jutting the cloth of my pants forward. “Would you mind giving me a taste?”

“I’m completely yours,” I groaned.

She tugged down my pants and my erection sprang free. “You’re amazing. So big and thick. I can’t wait to give you a bite.”

I chuckled, low and deep. “Don’t bite too hard.”

She squirted whipped cream on the head of my cock. “Now it’s all dressed up.” Leaning forward, she proceeded to lick the cream off, her tongue scratchy and unbelievably erotic.

The sensation was nearly overwhelming, and my guttural hiss rang out. My entire body heated up, my blood simmering in anticipation. She licked and sucked her way down the shaft, her tongue swirling around it as if she was savoring my flavor as much as that of the whipped cream. Her hands gripped my hips tightly, her nails digging into my skin.

Her mouth enveloped me, the movement of her lips and tongue sending waves of pleasure through my veins. With each stroke, I grew closer and closer to the edge until finally I could take no more and released everything I had with a roar that echoed off the walls.

She straightened with a satisfied smile, looking up at me with adoring eyes. “That was wonderful.” Her grin widening, she wiped away a bit of the cream from the corner of her mouth and licked her finger. “You taste even better than whipped cream.”