Page 130 of That’s My Orc, Tusk Off

He did it again, lifting his head to watch my face.

“You like that,” he said.

“Yes.”

His head dipped. His mouth closed over my nipple, and I arched off the bed.

Ridges. I’d felt them before, when he’d pleasured me against the wall, but feeling them circling my nipple was different. Each ridge caught and tugged, the texture sending sparks racing across my skin.

He hummed against my skin, the vibration traveling to my core.

He undid my pants’ button and zipper and hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling them down, taking my underwear with them.

I was completely naked now, spread out on our bed while he still wore his pants.

He sat back on his heels, looking at me.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re here.” His voice came out rough. “In my bed. Mine. You have been for weeks, but this is different. Special. We can’t turn back once we’ve crossed.”

“I don’t want to turn back,” I said. “I only want you.”

His growl of pleasure rang out.

He bent forward and kissed my hipbone. After crawling between my legs, spreading them, he kissed the inside of my thigh, moving higher. Higher still.

When his mouth found my core, I arched my back off the bed.

The ridges on his tongue dragged across my clit in slow strokes. Each pass made my brain skip. My thoughts dissolved into nothing except the feeling of him, the pressure, the⁠—

The ridges started vibrating.

My hips jerked off the bed.

He hummed again, and the vibration intensified, the ridges moving against me in waves.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything except feel the way his tongue stroked me, each ridge vibrating independently, creating sensations I had no framework for.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, and he kissed and sucked and slid his tongue across my clit as if he had all the time in the world.

“Oh god,” I gasped.

One thick finger slid inside me.

“Yes,” I breathed. “More.”

A second finger joined the first, stretching me, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

He pumped them slowly while his tongue kept stroking my clit, the dual sensation making my vision blur.

“Traig, I’m going to⁠—”

He pulled back.

“Don’t stop!”

“You’re not coming yet,” he rasped. “I want to be inside you.”