Page 28 of All Orc Nothing

“I am?”

“Yes,” I tell him earnestly. “You are so good, Thane.” I run my fingers through my hair and take a sip of the wine before gently explaining, “I enjoy doing things behind closed doors a certain way and you tick every single one of my boxes. I want to take the lead. I want to take care of you. I want to make you feel so fucking good you won’t remember your own name.”

Thane’s head thumps against the door for a second time. He lets out a moan and I can see the way the front of his slacks are tenting with an impressively sized erection. He wants this just as much as I do. He wants me the same way I desire him.

“I, umm, I,” Thane starts to say, his words trailing off.

“Go on. Say what you want to say, Thane.”

“I want to be good for you.”

I groan, my cock throbbing at that one simple sentence. I uncross my legs, spreading my thighs instead.

“I want you to be good for me,” I mirror his words. “I know you will be, Thane.”

“Please.”

“Take off your shoes and then get on your knees.”

My stomach swoops almost violently as Thane kicks off his shoes, shoving them carefully into the place next to my own pair. Then he falls to his knees, his hands gripping his thighs, keeping them still. He stares at me, waiting.

I place my hand on my erection, squeezing myself through my pants. Thane’s eyes drop down to my lap, watching. He licks his lips, like nothing tastier has ever appeared before him.

“Come here.” Thane starts to stand up but I make a tsk noise with my tongue, making him freeze. “I didn’t say you could get up.”

Thane freezes for a moment, his ears turning purple with how far his blush spreads. I watch as he falls to his hands and knees, crawling across my living room towards me.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sexier sight in my entire fucking life. I squeeze my cock even harder, lust boiling in the pit of my stomach. He’s doing exactly as I’ve asked and doing it so earnestly.

Thane kneels between my spread thighs, his golden eyes darting between my hand and my face, silently waiting for me to speak. He’s fucking perfect.

“Open your mouth,” I say gently, waiting for him to answer. I gently tip his head back before pouring the rest of my wine into his mouth. Then I gently press his lips closed so he can swallow. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Thane licks his lips, chasing a drop of wine. “Then show me.”

I cup his face between my palms and lean forward so I can kiss him. I start slow, pressing our lips together before guiding him into deepening the kiss. When his lips open, I push my tongue inside, chasing the taste of wine on his tongue. Thane makes a broken noise at the back of his throat and I want to pull that noise from him again and again and again.

Thane never tries to take more than I give him, perfectly following my lead, matching my pace. My head swims with affection and desire. I carefully take his hand, guiding it to my lap. His fingers wrap around my cock through my pants.

“Oh fuck,” he hisses against my lips, carefully running his fingers over my erection before gripping me fully. His hand is so big, it feels so good against me.

“I knew you’d be good for me,” I whisper right back, breathing the words into his mouth, our breath mingling. “So good for me, Thane.”

Thane whimpers, his hand tightening against my cock. I kiss him, plunging my tongue between his lips, caressing our tongues together.

“I want to know what you want,” I say before moving my mouth to his jaw, kissing along it until I’m just below his ear. Then I dig my teeth in, wanting it to sting, wanting to pull more of those delicious noises from him.

“You,” Thane says with a groan. “Just you, Maverick. Whatever you’re willing to give me.”

“That’s such a sweet answer but I want to hear examples.”

Thane makes a frustrated noise at the back of his throat and oh, yes, I love the sound of that as well. Images of edging this man until he’s on the brink of tears flashes through my mind. I’ll have to save that for a different night.

“I want to make you come. Please, Maverick. I want to make you come so badly it’s making me sick to my stomach.”

“We don’t want that,” I say quickly, running my fingers over his throat just to feel him shiver. “Would you like to try using your hand? Maybe you’d like to feel me in your mouth?”

“Yes,” he says quickly. “My mouth. Please, Maverick? Can I? I want to taste you.”