Page 71 of The Orc's Thief
“Come here.”
I reach out and grab her waist. She comes willingly, her palms bracing on my chest as she molds her body to mine. She feels incredible, her tits pressing against me. I kiss her deeply and pick up right where we left off just minutes ago. Tessa melts for me and kisses me back. She slips her fingers into my hair and tugs, angling my head to the side, and I cup her ass with both hands, grinding her slowly over my hard cock.
“I could come just like this,” I murmur against her lips. “But I want a taste.”
She stares down at me, her eyes half-lidded. “Show me.”
Fuck, the trust she’s placing in me is headier than spirits, than battle, than anything I’ve ever experienced. I kiss her once more, then take her waist and lift her off me. She squeaks as I turn her around until she’s straddling my chest, facing my legs.
“Arlon?” She braces her hands on my hips. “Are you sure?”
I stare at her lush ass, then tilt her hips up. “Oh, aye, I’m sure.”
She’s wet for me, her pussy lips glistening with the proof of her arousal. And her scent…a man could go mad from it. I decide then and there that I’ll be the last man to taste her, because I’m never letting her go.
Tessa tries to scoot forward, no doubt to reach my cock, but I clamp my hands on her hips and keep her in place. It’s best that she doesn’t get her mouth around me, because I won’t last long with her pussy dripping all over my face.
“I said I wanted a fair exchange,” she complains when I pull her back another inch or two. “You’re just keeping me where you want me.”
“True,” I admit, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Perhaps this is payback for breaking into my room, little thief.”
She sucks in a breath to protest, but I choose that moment to run my tongue over her wet lips, and she gasps instead, her hips rocking back on instinct. I chuckle against her skin and lick her again, searching for the right spot. When she whimpers, I want to crow with delight, but instead, I focus on her swollen pearl and flick my tongue over it.
Tessa wraps her warm palm around my shaft and gives me a good squeeze, even as a shiver runs through her. “I’m not coming first.”
“Oh?” I grin, though my knot swells under her touch. “You want to place a bet on that?”
A muffled sound that can only be a stifled moan has me redoubling my efforts, and Tessa’s hips buck before she answers.
“All right. What do I get?”
With the way she’s stroking my shaft, most of my rational thoughts have scattered, but one idea surfaces, something I’d kill for. “If you come first, we’re married for the rest of this trip, wherever it takes us. One room, one bed, every night.”
I give her a reprieve, letting her believe she has a chance to win. She doesn’t. With this much at stake, I’d hold off my climax indefinitely if I had to.
Her grip tightens around my cock, and my hips jerk up instinctively, pushing into her fist.Fuck. Maybe she does have the upper hand after all.
Her voice is more than a little smug as she counters my offer. “And ifyoucome first, you’ll rub my back every night after riding,withoutexpecting it to lead to anything else.”
I bite back a grin. If she thinks that’ll be a hardship, she’s wrong. The thought that she’s in pain from the last few days of travel doesn’t sit well with me. I’m itching to push her face-first into the thin mattress and knead out the kinks in her muscles.
“All right, we have a deal.”
It’s almost tempting to lose. To make her think she’s better at this so I can leverage my skills better in a different situation. It would be so easy, too—I’d just let go of my control and give myself over to the sensation of my mate stroking my cock like it’s her job.
But I need her close. It’s the one thing that will ensure her safety, no matter where we go, and that’s more important than all the images her request has put in my mind.
As Tessa runs her fingers down to my knot and squeezes, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, I employ a new tactic of my own. Reaching down, I palm her breast and find her nipple, pinching it at the same time I lick her pearl again. I press harder, then suck the little bud between my lips, playing with it. Her hips buck back, and she cries out, her pussy drenching my face. I lick along the seam of her lips, then plunge my tongue inside her, delving deep.
“Arlon!” Her hand clenches around my cock. “You evil?—!”
I pinch her again, and she whimpers, riding my face as she chases her pleasure.
“That’s it,” I purr between licks. “Take it. Take everything from me.”
She tries to keep up the rhythm with her hand, but she’s losing the battle, her breaths coming in short, shallow pants. My eyes roll back at the taste of her, and my cock swells, leaking precum onto my stomach. If she were taller, if she could put her mouth on me, it would all be over in a second. So perhaps I am evil, and I’m definitely not playing fair.
“You taste so fucking good.” My voice is a guttural growl now, and I feast on Tessa’s pussy like a starving man. “I knew you would.”
