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Susie

For the first time since he helped me off with my coat, Jonah hesitates. It’s slight, but impossible to miss. His body tenses, and when I lean back to look at him, his expression is blank and guarded.

“I’d rather leave it on.”

It takes my sex-mad brain a few moments to catch the full weight of his discomfort, and my heart sinks. He’s clearly not comfortable with what I just asked of him, and even if I don’t know why, I wish I could take it back.

“O-oh,” I stutter. “That’s alright. Sorry, I didn’t mean to push you. If you’re not comfortable with it, that’s fine.”

He lets out a harsh breath. “Don’t be sorry. It’s my own hangup.”

A heavy pit settles into the bottom of my stomach. I withdraw my hand.

I don’t know what to do, what to say, how to dispel this awkward tension.

How badly did I just fuck up? It drives home the fact that I don’t know Jonah, not really, and the idea that I might have just crossed some big red line of a boundary for him makes me feel awful.

“It’s just… I’ve just…” He starts and stops a couple times, like he’s trying to think how to explain.

“It’s okay,” I say quickly, stomach sinking even lower as I watch his face fall.

Jonah shakes his head. “No, I want to tell you. I… I’ve lost some weight over the past couple of years, and I’m not really comfortable being naked. Around other people, I mean.”

He’s lost weight? I run through my memories of him and yeah, I guess I can see it. I’ve always found him so damned attractive that it didn’t really register with me that his body was changing, but he’s definitely leaner now than he was the first time I saw him.

Suddenly those baggy khakis make sense.

So does the way he pulled my hand away when I was playing with his clothes in my apartment, and the way he zeroed in on my hands when I grabbed his shirt at work.

“It’s alright,” I assure him. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

He shakes his head again. “I want to. With you… I… I don’t want to let it be something I’m self-conscious about.”

Without waiting for me to say anything else, he reaches down and pulls his shirt up over his head, tossing it aside and letting out a short, tense breath.

He’s got a great body.

Sure, his skin hangs a little loose over his chest and stomach, but it’s not something that bothers me in the slightest. He’s clearly put in a lot of work, if the muscles beneath that skin are any indication.

It’s probably not something I would have even noticed, and definitely not anything I would have commented on or been turned off by if he hadn’t said anything.

Still, he was brave enough to share that insecurity with me, and I don’t want to take it lightly.

“Can I touch you here?” I ask him, hand hovering over his bare chest, and he gives me a jerky nod.

Jonah’s skin is warm and covered with a thick mat of coarse black hair. The muscles in his chest bunch and shift as I run my hands over him, and when I lean in to trace my lips along the path my hands have made, his breath catches in his throat.

“It doesn’t turn you off?” he asks. “Me being insecure like this?”

I pull back slightly and give him a wry smile. “Not at all. It’s not like I don’t have my own insecurities, too.”

The look he gives me is wide-eyed, disbelieving, and so adorable that I laugh out loud.

“You seem so confident. This whole time, you’ve been so damned sexy in going after what you want. Making the first move when you invited me over.”

“Yeah,” I say, laughing again. “Sure. After crushing on you for like two years and not doing a thing about it.”

I didn’t mean to make that particular confession tonight, and a second after it slips out of my mouth, I realize what I’ve done.

Cheeks burning, I wait for Jonah to look uncomfortable or horrified at the realization of just how long I’ve been pining for him, but all I see is a slow, pleased smile breaking over his face.

“Two years, huh? So, since right after you started at the Bureau?”

I bury my face in his neck. “You remember when I started?”

“Of course I do. I’ll never forget it. The first time I saw you, coming around with Yvette for introductions, you had on one of your sweaters and a little black skirt. I’m pretty sure I forgot my own name when she introduced you to us all.”

I remember that day. It was my second day at the Bureau and Yvette, my boss, had walked me around to the other departments to meet everyone.

It had been the first day I’d noticed Jonah, too.

Where I’ve still got my face pressed to his neck, I smile against his skin. “We’re a mess, aren’t we? What if we’d both just gone for it?”

Jonah laughs and threads his hands into my hair, tipping my head back so he can meet my gaze. “Who knows? But what I do know is that I’m so happy to be here with you now.”

“Me too. And besides, I’ve felt like you were the confident one this whole time. Telling me what to do. Talking to me like you do.”

His eyes and tone darken. “How do I talk to you?”

“Praising me,” I whisper. “Telling me what you like about my body. Telling me what you want from me.”

“You like that?”

“I love it,” I say, and kiss him.

As soon as my lips touch his, the Jonah from ten minutes ago comes right back. Demanding, bossy even when he’s not saying anything, taking the kiss over immediately as he uses one arm to pull me flush against him and fists his other hand in my hair, angling me so he can kiss me deeper.

His erection flagged a little during our conversation, but it comes roaring back to stiff, insistent life as soon as I’m touching him, kissing him, grinding my pussy down on his lap, searching for the friction I need.

Without breaking our kiss, Jonah shifts his hips and shimmies his pants and boxer-briefs down his legs, kicking them aside.

Instead of pushing inside, though, his hand finds my pussy. He eases two big fingers into me, spreading them a little, stretching me.

“Have to make sure you’re ready for me,” he murmurs against my lips, thrusting them into me again. “I don’t want to hurt you, Susie.”

“You won’t,” I gasp, even as a small thrill of nerves runs through me.

Will this be… okay?

I can’t imagine it won’t be, and I know Jonah would never intentionally hurt me, but he’s still… well, he’s still fucking enormous, and I still don’t know how I’m going to take… all of that.

My mind whirls, wondering how we can make this good for each other, how we’ll fit together, how—

“Come back to me,” he whispers. “Wherever you’re at in that head of yours, come back to me, Susie.”

I huff out a shaky laugh. “I’m right here.”

“Yes.” An achingly gentle kiss against my lips, a third finger wedged inside of me. “You are. You’re right here, and I’ve never been more damn grateful for anything.”

I melt into those sweet words, relax into him as much as I can, and the more he eases me open, the more I believe we can make this work.

Of course we can make this work.

He’s Jonah Greenwood. My orc from accounting. The guy I’ve been waiting for these last two years. A silly, impossible crush finally made into something real.

“Do you think you’re ready for me?” he asks a few minutes later when I’m soft and wet and aching for him. “Do you want to try this?”

He pulls his fingers from my pussy, licks them clean, and the noise that comes out of my throat is thready and hoarse and needy.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

Jonah drives his hips up into me, running his cock over my clit and spreading my wetness on himself. I grind right back into him, but when the head of his cock brushes against my entrance, a small sliver of sanity returns.

“Condom?” I ask, breathless.

“I’m dormant. I take a birth control which makes it impossible for me to get anyone pregnant.”

“Okay. I do too. Take birth control, I mean. A human one.”

He flashes me a grin. “And the last time I checked, there isn’t any crossover between human and orc STIs, but I’ve also been tested recently and I’m good.”

“So am I.”

He runs his cock over me again. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, we can do.”

A strangled noise works its way out of my throat when he notches himself against me, dipping just inside, and fuck it anyway. I want him. All of him.

“This is good,” I breathe, meeting his thrust. “I’m alright with this.”

With a satisfied growl, Jonah tucks both his hands under my ass and stands, carrying me from the living room down a short hallway and into his bedroom.

I crane my head around to get a look, and this space is even cozier than the rest of his apartment.

An enormous bed takes up much of the room, piled high with blankets and furs.

The walls are painted a deep, mossy green, and all the furniture is made of dark wood.

It feels close and intimate, a little slice of privacy where we might be the only two people in the world.

Instead of heading for the bed, he carries me to a wide, plush armchair in the corner and sits so I’m straddled across his thighs again.

From a small side table next to the chair, he pulls out a bottle of lube and squeezes some into his hand before stroking it up and down his shaft.

Even with as wet as I am and how ready he made me, I appreciate the foresight.

I’ve never been with anyone nearly as big as Jonah, and even though I’m more than eager to hop on and go for a ride, I’m still a little nervous about the mechanics of it all.

Setting the lube aside, Jonah palms my ass and shifts me up to hover over his cock.

“We’re going to take this slow,” he says, notching himself at my entrance again. “And you’re going to tell me if you’re uncomfortable or if anything doesn’t feel right.”

It’s not a question, but I nod anyway as I shift my hips, making more room for him. He leans in to kiss me, then grabs one of my hands and brings it down to grasp his cock.

“Guide me into you, Susie,” he whispers roughly against my lips. “You take just as much of me as you want to.”