Page 12 of Susie’s Orc (Monster Relations Bureau)
Even the stretch of his cock’s broad head is… a lot. He’s barely inside me, and I have to pause and let my body adjust before lowering myself another inch.
Jonah’s breath hisses between his teeth. “Fuck, Susie. Just… fuck.”
“Good?”
“Incredible. You’re incredible.”
He holds me steady as I take another inch, and then another.
The position he chose is perfect for this, and though I can feel the tense strain of his thigh muscles between my own, and the slight tremors that rock his whole frame as I keep working myself down on him, he doesn’t thrust or move a single inch, letting me take my time.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I lower even further, working myself down on him until our thighs are flush together and I’m stretched wider than I’ve ever been. There’s still a slight sting to that stretch, and I work to relax into it, relax into him.
I drop my face to his chest, breathing hard even though we’re not moving yet, and Jonah reaches up to thread his hands through my hair, tipping my face up. His expression is creased with concern, and I lean in to kiss all those worries away.
“It’s good,” I say, not really sure I can put my thoughts into coherent sentences right now, but wanting to reassure him, anyway. “You feel so good.”
I raise up a little, testing the feel of him inside of me before sinking back down, and we both groan. I do it again, and again, letting my body soften for him until the slight sting recedes and all that’s left is fullness and heat.
Leaning back, I brace my palms on his thighs and arch my back.
Slowly, I rock my hips, finding a rhythm that feels right.
When I glance at Jonah, his eyes are fixed on the spot where we’re joined, watching himself move in and out of me with rapt focus on his face.
Like he can feel my attention on him, his gaze snaps up to meet mine, and the fires burning in his hazel eyes send a shock of pure lust through me.
It’s lust that only kindles the blaze between us higher as I pick up my pace, and Jonah moves one hand between our joined bodies, thumb pressing against my clit to work me in slow, firm circles. My nails dig into the muscles of his thighs and I revel in the strength and the size of him as I move.
“Just like that,” Jonah grates out. “You’re taking me so well, Susie.”
His deep, rough voice delivering that reverent praise, the firm command of his hand, the impossible fullness of his cock in me—all of it has me spiraling higher, tightening, panting and crying out as my climax builds almost to the point of pain.
It breaks over me in waves of pleasure, intense enough to make my muscles go lax and my torso slump, but Jonah’s right there. He bands an arm around my back and pulls me into him, keeping our bodies pressed together as I come apart on top of him.
I’m trembling with the last pulses of my orgasm when he stands, still buried in me, and carries me to the bed.
Jonah lays me down on the pile of soft furs and starts thrusting in me again.
Heavy, deep, and slow, he murmurs to me while he moves—telling me how fucking sexy I am when I come, how good I feel on his cock, how he wants one more orgasm out of me before he fills me up with his come.
I arch to meet his thrusts and toss my head back onto the furs. I can’t. I don’t have another one in me. A string of garbled words is coming out of my mouth, sounds of pleasure and pleas for mercy, but Jonah’s not having it for a moment.
“One more, baby. Give me one more.”
Baby . The word is so painfully tender in his gruff voice, and I feel the improbable, impossible stirrings of another climax building deep in my core. Jonah shifts us again so we’re on our sides, facing each other, and hitches one of my legs up over his hip before reaching down to stroke my clit.
His other hand cradles the back of my head, pulling me into him until our foreheads are touching and our lips bump over each other in uncoordinated not-quite-kisses. We’re both panting, straining, bucking and grinding against each other in a deliciously messy, graceless rut.
Jonah’s face is screwed up in an expression I might almost think was pain if I didn’t know better, and his muscles tense and quiver with the strain of holding back his release.
It’s hot, so fucking hot to see him undone like this, and it pushes me higher, cracks and fractures me until I fall off that edge again and spasm around him, coming with a strangled scream.
He follows me a moment later, thrusting deep and spilling into me. Burying his face in my shoulder, he bites down lightly, groaning and shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
We stay like that for a few long minutes, breathing hard and coming back down to earth. When he finally pulls back, he’s got a dreamy, dazed expression on his face.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, brushing his lips against my forehead as he pulls out of me with an audibly wet slide that makes me whimper in over-stimulated pleasure.
When he returns, he has a warm, damp washcloth he uses to clean me up. Tossing it aside, he climbs back into bed, pulls a soft fur over us both, and tucks me into his side. I nestle into him, press my face into his chest, and his satisfied sigh puts a smile on my lips.
Still, as the silent minutes tick by, a bit of uncertainty creeps in.
Through everything we’ve shared and everything that’s happened over the last week, we haven’t really talked about this, haven’t talked about us and what we’re doing.
As much as I don’t want to bring it up and spoil the moment, this feels like…
a lot. Being here with him like this, cuddled up, hearts beating in sync, basking in the afterglow.
It feels a hell of a lot more intimate than a friends with benefits or hookup situation should be, but what do I know? And even though it might just be me over-thinking it, a sense of certainty settles in my mind with each passing second.
I can’t do casual with Jonah.
Not after what we just shared. Not after this entire week of pining over him and getting to know him and realizing just how wonderful he is.
It makes my gut twist to think he might want a no-strings arrangement, but I also know going any further with him and finding that out later would hurt so, so much worse.
I have to rip the bandage off. I have to know.
“Are you…” I say, and almost lose my nerve. Gathering my courage, I press on. “Do you see this… us… going anywhere other than… this? A hookup?”
Jonah props himself up on an elbow and looks at me with a soft smile on his lips. “I want so much more than this, Susie.”
A small, mellow glow spreads from the center of my chest.
“I mean,” he quickly corrects. “This is great. This is so much more than I ever expected. But I’d also like to date you. I’d like to see what this can be.”
All that uncertainty disappears in a sparkle of warm, fizzy joy, and I grin up at him.
“Is that… is that what you want, too?”
“Of course it is,” I tell him, throwing myself into his embrace and kissing the hell out of him.
When we come up for air, we’re both smiling like love-struck fools. Which, fair, maybe that’s what we are, and when I kiss my orc again, it’s with all the promise and hope in the world.