Chapter 2

Zoe

So many things ran through my head, and I sat up abruptly.

My oh-so-hot, totally adorkable, super-charming roommate…was a virgin?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I blurted. When I suggested this hookup as a way to get rid of the obvious sexual tension, I thought it would be fairly meaningless. But now… "Your first time should be…"

I shook my head, not certain how to finish that sentence.

"Should be what?" Luxor was still wearing that goofy grin.

"Should be with someone special," I finished quietly, sliding off his lap.

But he followed me, leaning sideways until I was more or less trapped beneath him on the couch. His lips were still quirked at the corners, but his dark gaze seemed surprisingly serious.

I realized, in the month since my last lease had ended and I'd moved in here with him, I had seen Lux serious. This was his serious expression.

It was just hard to tell, since he was usually smiling.

"I dunno." His voice was a low rumble that reached down into my stomach and lower , making me shiver. He leaned closer. "I think you're pretty special, Zo."

Zo . It was his nickname for me, and it made me squirm against his hardness, despite my legs being pinned awkwardly.

"No, I meant…" I swallowed. Crap, why couldn't I figure out the right words? "Not just a hookup. Are you sure you want to do this?"

When he kissed my jawline, his right tusk scraped against my skin. That should not be sensual. That sensation should be primal, disgusting, even. But as I'd discovered moments ago, those tusks did all sorts of exciting things to my insides.

"I'm sure," Lux murmured, trailing kisses towards my earlobe. " So sure."

I hummed and squirmed beneath him. "Your first time—"

"When was your first time?" he asked abruptly, pushing up and away from me. "Who was it with?"

"I— shit ." He had me flustered now. I pressed against his shoulders. "It doesn't matter. It was in college."

"Was it special?"

"It was a drunken hookup at a frat party."

Between one heartbeat and the next, Lux's expression turned thunderous. His brows drew down, his tusks seemed longer, and he abruptly sat up, pulling me upright as well.

"This male took your body while you were drunk? Without your consent?"

Was he angry on my behalf? That was…really sweet, actually. Smiling, I patted his shoulder, then turned the movement into what I hoped was a calming stroke. "I consented. He consented. Was it smart? No, but we were drinking cheap beer, and cheap beer makes poor choices."

Slowly, his scowl faded, and his lips twitched ruefully. "Okay, yeah, I've been there. Did I ever tell you how I got this ?" he asked, pointing at a nasty-looking scar on his inner forearm.

To my surprise, I burst into laughter. Being around Lux had me laughing a lot more than I was used to. I patted him again. "The point is, my first time wasn't special. I want yours to be."

Moving faster than I expected, Luxor captured both my hands in his. We were facing one another now on the couch, and his expression was that mix between serious and hopeful-puppy, which made me want to pull him into my arms and tell him he was being a good boy.

"Zo, I wasn't kidding when I said I thought you were special. If you're still willing, I'd like my first time to be with you. But if this changes your opinion—"

In order to stop him from saying something we'd both regret, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. Well, I mean, I missed, and it landed on one corner of his mouth, but he turned fast enough to meet me.

Finding out Lux was a virgin didn't change my opinion about what we were about to do. In fact, it made me…I dunno… proud ? Proud that he'd agreed to let me be his first?

When we pulled back, I took a deep breath and, still holding his hands, stood. He was tall enough—of course—that he didn't have to stand with me, so he ended up staring up at me expectantly.

I couldn't help it; I bent down and kissed him again. His good-boy energy made me want to scratch him behind his ears.

"Give me fifteen minutes, then meet me in my room, okay?"

"Why?" He cocked his head. "I thought we were going to have sex?"

I did that thing where I didn't quite laugh, but I snorted pretty loud. "I just finished a lunch shift, and I'm hot and sticky and sweaty." I dropped his hands and stepped back, making a vague gesture toward my hips. "Give me time to get cleaned up, and pee and stuff."

"Peeing." He nodded somberly. "Very important. Fifteen minutes, starting now ."

I was smiling as I hustled toward the shower.

It's nuts how nervous I was. Like, genuinely nervous . I wasn't nervous fifteen minutes ago, but now I was feeling this pressure to make Lux's first time good. How many of us lose our virginity to something or someone stupid because we made a hasty decision or whatever?

But my roommate…he'd chosen me.

Okay, yeah, I offered, it was my idea, but he could've said no. It wasn't like Lux hadn't had women throwing themselves at him for years, I was certain. He was gorgeous and loveable, and all the waitresses at The Waterfront talked about how cute he was when he'd come in and order beers for his friends and stare at me.

It had been a shock to discover my new landlord was the orc I'd ogled at work a few times, but I'd tried to keep this on purely roommate-y sort of grounds. It hadn't quite worked, obviously.

Forcing myself to slow down so I wouldn't nick myself with the razor, I finished shaving my legs. I'd done this last night too, in anticipation, but now that I knew this wasn't just a random hookup, I was paying special attention—

Wait, no. This was still a random hookup, right? I mean, a one-and-done sorta deal, just to get Lux out of my system.

Yeah.

So why are you using your special body lotion ?

I stuck my tongue out at my reflection in the steamy mirror and whipped the shower cap from my head.

That kiss had been… I took a deep breath, remembering the way his large hands had cupped my breasts. Remembering the way his smile seemed to reach down inside me and squeeze . Remembering the way I'd masturbated almost every single night for the last month, imagining his touch.

This is it. Last chance to back out.

Back out? Hell no! This was my idea, and I wanted more of it.

All of it.

All of Luxor.

When I stepped back into my room—wearing only a towel that was cinched tightly around my boobs—he was sitting on my bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the carpet. His head jerked up and something like wonder flashed across his face.

"Zoe," he breathed, slowly standing up.

And I was pretty sure my heart stuttered.

"Holy shit, Lux, you're beautiful ."

It wasn't a lie; the man was stacked. And since he was wearing only a pair of boxers, it was easy to tell.

Flushing, Lux grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, uh…"

Whatever other noises he was making, I didn't hear them. I was distracted as I slowly moved toward him. My hand rose and rested against his bicep, and as I stepped around his back, my fingers trailed across his skin.

His muscles had muscles.

I'd always been a sucker for a well-honed back, and Lux's was covered in beautiful swirls of tattoos.

"These are stunning," I murmured.

"Thanks!" Was it my imagination, or was his voice a little higher than usual? Was Lux nervous? "Giza did them!"

Knowing Lux wanted this, but was nervous, set my nerves on edge, which was interesting. I felt powerful, almost, and I was smiling as I moved back around him, trailing my fingers along his skin until I stood in front of him, hands on his arms.

"You're certain?" I asked quietly, craning my head back to meet his eyes.

I watched him swallow, but there was no doubt when he nodded. "Where should we start?"

"How about another kiss?"

It would've been funny, how eagerly he lowered his head to meet me, except I was too busy to notice. As soon as his scent hit my nostrils, I felt like growling possessively. I cupped his cheeks in my hands and pulled him to me.

For someone who learned how to kiss approximately a half hour ago, the man knew all the right moves. His tongue and lips had me moaning in no time, my breathing unsteady and my heartbeat erratic.

And his hands? His hands were everywhere .

First, they landed on my hips, then they slid up my side, bunching the towel as they went. When they slid around to my back, the towel gave up its fight against gravity, and my boobs sprang free.

I captured his little sound—it was a happy sort of surprised awe, if that makes sense—with my lips, and found myself chuckling silently.

He was the one to pull back, and I was surprised to see something in his gaze I didn't recognize. Not a hunger, but a…need?

"Can I taste you?" he rasped. Maybe it was a hunger.

Pretty sure I made a noise like uhguuurh, which he seemed to understand as yes please do, immediately , because his lips trailed down my jaw to my neck, then my throat. I tipped my head back as his mouth found the pulse point at the base of my throat, and then he was moving lower.

And then I was moving upward , because with a little growl of frustration, Lux scooped me into his arms and lifted me, bringing my chest closer to his mouth. His tusks scraped against the sensitive skin moments before his lips found one of my nipples, and I saw white stars.

"Lux!" I gasped, arching against him. His arms tightened around the middle of my back, and I realized my legs had risen to wrap around his waist.

Which meant my clitoris was now pressed against something long and hard and very, very delicious. Unconsciously, I squirmed against him, a moan escaping my lips as he feasted upon me.

When he turned to lower me on the bed, I didn't object—hell, I could barely think —just kept my legs wrapped around him, demanding he come with me.

I could already feel my orgasm building. Desperate, I was panting as I dry-humped the poor guy.

It felt as if I'd waited forever for this, and now I finally had it!

His hands continued their exploration, and as he teased my boobs, he gently nudged my legs away from him so he could stroke my thighs. Oh, yes please .

And then…

And then his fingers found my core, delving into my wetness with a suddenness that had us both inhaling sharply. He jerked upright, away from me, one palm braced on the bed as he turned his attention to the two fingers he raised now, shimmering from my liquid desire.

The way he stared at those fingers? Like they were the most remarkable thing in the world? I couldn't decide if I was more embarrassed or amused.

Grinning, Lux raised his fingers to his mouth, and right before he flicked his tongue—wide and thick and a green so pale it was almost gray—he inhaled.

It should have been disgusting. Humiliating. Weird as hell.

So why did it make me go all melty again?

It was the noise he made—one of satisfaction—that did it for me. Like I was the best thing he'd ever tasted. "Lux?"

"I've spent weeks wondering what your arousal would taste like." His eyes popped open and found mine. "The most amazing taste in the world, Zo. Can I have more?"

Oh dear, I was going to laugh, wasn't I? I swallowed down the urge and managed a jerky nod, widening my legs for him.

But instead of reaching for me again, Lux lowered his entire body, settling his shoulders between my thighs. I sucked in a breath as I realized what he intended. No one had ever done this for—

Oh. My. God.

When he dragged his tongue between my lips, I think he short-circuited my brain.

See, orc tongues—which seem really flexible, if you know what I mean—are ridged. And every single one of those bumps hit every single bit of my slit. Gasping, I nearly came off the bed.

Lux raised his head long enough to grin at me, because of course he did. "You taste like sunshine, Zo."

No I didn't.

I dunno what I tasted like, but it definitely wasn't sunshine . He was the sunshine one. In shock, my hands rested on top of his head, my hips already bowing up, as if searching for him.

He didn't immediately return to what he was doing, oh no. Instead, Lux…well, there's really no other word. He examined me. He peered at me, as if my pussy was the most fascinating thing in the world. He used his fingers to spread my lips, his fingertips gently stroking and massaging in ways that should have been clinical, but for some reason weren't. Instead of feeling like I was on display, it was as if he was…I dunno, cherishing me?

And when his thumb brushed against my clit, his name burst from my lips. "Luxor!"

I could feel him smile when he lowered his mouth to me again.

Look, I have no idea if my roommate watched a lot of porn or was just naturally intuitive, but he was really freaking good at this , if you catch my drift.

He licked, he teased, he sucked, and then his fingers got involved. Those thick, callused fingers could do all sorts of things to me, I was learning. And I gotta be honest; I was already halfway there, what with the kissing and the nipple-love and the dry humping.

So when he pressed his first finger into me, I moaned at the sensation, knowing it was nothing compared to his cock. But the second finger? Holy hell, yes please .

Two fingers stretched me wider than any human man had before, but I barely noticed. Because Lux leaned forward and, as he stroked a third finger into place, closed his lips around my clit and hummed.

I exploded.

My inner muscles squeezed him tightly enough I was certain I was going to pop one of his joints, and my back arched off the bed as I yelled wordlessly.

God, this was a long time coming.

Heh. So was I, for that matter.

I'd been dreaming of my orc roommate's body for weeks, and it was utterly amazing that he'd known exactly what I'd needed. Or was it just that I'd been so desperate, anything would have done it for me?

As I came down to earth, panting, I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. Lux's fingers were still inside me, his mouth still hovering over my clit, but his eyes…

There was an intensity there which made me shiver.

He was watching me as if…as if I was his next meal. His next breath. His next heartbeat. He was watching me as if I was the most important thing in the world.

"Come here," I murmured, reaching for his arms and tugging him. When his fingers slid from me, I winced slightly, disappointed. But then he was settling between my legs, holding his weight above me, and I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against his boxers.

He'd done that for me, but he was still aroused. He said he'd been horny since I moved in, and the least I could do was return the favor, right?

I could get down on my knees and wrap my lips and my hands around that monster. Just the thought had my core aching again—or maybe my orgasm still hadn't worn off. Either way, a blowjob didn't seem enough.

"Thank you," I whispered, surprised by how shy I felt.

Lux, his chin wet with my arousal, smiled. Because of course he did. "Believe me, that was my pleasure. Can I do it again?"

God, he was adorable. "I was thinking something else." I wriggled my hips beneath his. "Do you think you're ready for…this?"

In a blink, his expression turned concerned. "Are you certain? It's my job to make sure you're ready to take me, and I don't want to hurt you."

Oh Lord, he was wonderful, wasn't he? Chuckling, I clamped his cheeks and pulled him to me for a kiss. "You could never hurt me, Lux," I told him truthfully.

It was as if I'd flipped a switch. He kissed me hard and deep, then practically jumped off the bed. I didn't have time to be surprised, because by the time my brain caught up with that fact, he'd yanked down his boxers, and I'd short-circuited again at the sight of that monster cock.

And I do mean monster cock.

Turns out that orc cock is ridged just like their tongues. I don't remember the book I'd read mentioning that. It was the same almost-gray color, with a darker green head, and as thick around as my wrist. Gaping, I pushed myself up on my elbows to stare.

As if he was proud of himself, Lux wrapped his large hand—fingers still wet from being inside me—around his length. As he stroked, a bead of what I assumed was precum dripped from the end, and a spicy scent filled the air.

"Oh my Lord," I whispered reverently.

His hand slowed. "I won't hurt you, Zoe." When I glanced up at him, his expression was uncharacteristically serious. "But if you want to stop, we can."

Hell no. My pussy was throbbing just at the sight of that thing. Breathless, I allowed myself to fall back onto the bed and spread my legs even wider. "Don't even think about it," I urged, reaching for him.

His tusks flashed as he grinned, then he was grabbing my ankles and pulling me toward the edge of the bed. I had just enough time to let out a little meep of surprise before he settled between my thighs.

We were perpendicular to one another, the underside of his cock sliding through my wetness, and I shuddered, trying to squeeze my thighs together, but only succeeding in clamping him closer.

He rocked forward, then back, his thickness spreading my lips. When the head of his cock brushed against my clitoris, I jerked against him.

"Please, Lux!" I gasped, reaching for him, unable to reach.

Grinning wickedly, he grasped the base of his cock, dragging it across my cleft twice more, and then settled at my entrance. His dark gaze met mine once more, as if asking for permission.

I was the one to twitch forward, to engulf his head, and he took it the rest of the way, slowly sliding into my body.

Immediately, my inner muscles began to spasm as another orgasm crashed over me. "What is— yeeeeeesssss," I hissed, unable to form sentences.

This one wasn't as mind-blowing as the first, long-awaited one, but I'd never come so quickly a second time. After a long moment—during which Lux hadn't moved—I flopped back, gasping.

"What was that ?" I managed.

His fingers were stroking my thighs, then my curls. He'd been studying the place where our bodies were joined—again, as if he wanted to learn everything he could—but now he glanced up, lips twitching over his tusks.

"Evolutionary adaptation." At his simple explanation, I raised my brows, and he elaborated. "Our cocks tend to give an orgasm…uh…upon entry? Does that make sense? To sort of…lubricate the process?"

I burst into laughter, which surprised me—and Lux, judging from the way his eyes widened. Or maybe it was the fact we could both feel the movement deep within ourselves. It was all the encouragement I needed.

If that orgasm was for lubrication , it meant that there was more coming.

A lot more.

I reached for him, this time grasping Lux's wrists, and tried to rock my hips under his. He was large—much larger than anyone I'd messed around with before—but that made sense, based on the rest of him. I felt stretched, full .

And I wanted more.

Luckily, he seemed to understand the mechanics. As he slid from me, then pressed back again—slowly, so slowly—Lux twisted his hands in my hold until his fingers could twine through mine.

And the whole time? He watched me. Watched my face, my eyes.

I'd never been with a guy who did that.

I expected him to close his eyes, especially as his pace increased and his breathing grew heavy. He was panting, the same as I was, but he didn't drop my gaze. His fingers squeezed mine, holding on as if one or both of us would fly away if we weren't anchored.

And he watched.

It was…God, it was remarkable . It made me feel special. As if he thought I was the most important being in the world. As if my pleasure was the most important thing in the world.

And maybe it was because of that feeling that my pleasure built.

And built.

And built.

By the time his thrusts had increased to something stronger and faster, we were both making little noises of need with each plunge, I was ready to come yet again. I couldn't believe it, but the guy knew what he was doing, I'll give him that.

And right around the time I began to climb, Lux untangled one hand from mine and dropped it to the place where our bodies were joined. He placed his thumb against my clit, and when I bucked against him, disrupting our rhythm, he smiled and pinched .

I exploded again.

For the third freaking time.

Hello yes please !

Oh my god, I screamed. I screamed his name and who knows what else, as I came on his cock. His thrusts slowed, and although my eyes had closed, I could feel him. Feel his heartbeat, feel his breathing, feel his control.

White lights, waterfalls, bottle rockets exploding, trains derailing…you know, all those euphemistic images filmmakers put up when someone comes in a movie? Yeah, all of that, plus more.

Probably a nuclear explosion or two.

It was a good orgasm , is my point.

It wasn't until I was able to breathe again, my eyes opening slowly and the muscles of my back relaxing enough that I could lie flat, that I realized Lux was watching me. His thrusts were almost miniscule now, his hand on my clitoris, although he wasn't overwhelming me.

And his expression? It was one of wonder.

"Lux?" I managed. "Did you…?"

He pressed into me once, twice more. Then, with a gasp, he grasped the base of his cock and pulled himself from me, just in time for a huge spurt of pinkish cum to explode from the tip of his cock, all over my stomach.

There was that spicy scent again, but I couldn't focus because now my wet folds were spread across his sack, and I could feel him pulsing as he shot increasingly smaller loads across my skin.

Holy hell .

I'd pushed myself up so I could watch him and realized that as good as it would've felt for him to come inside me, it was probably smarter this way.

Thank God someone had kept their head.

And it was the virgin.

Well, he wasn't a virgin any longer, was he?

I dunno why I began to chuckle, but I did. And instead of joining me, his expression melted into a soft smile, another look of wonder. And I realized that yeah, I guess this first time for him was pretty special.

Luxor slowly bent down and wrapped his arms around my back. I expected a hug, but I didn't expect him to straighten— good lord, that was all core muscle, wasn't it?—and pulled me against him as he stood once more.

With my arms around his neck, my legs dangling across the bed, and his cum pressed between us, it should've been awkward as hell.

It wasn't.

"Now what?" I whispered, not sure why I was still smiling.

"Now…" He brushed a kiss across my brow. "Now I bathe you."

"You don't—" I began, but he'd already turned toward the bathroom. "Lux, seriously, I can do it."

"You would deny me the opportunity to explore you?"

Uh…is that what I was doing? "I mean…you don't have to bathe me."

When he set me on the edge of the bathtub, I was surprised by how wobbly my knees felt.

"Zoe." He lowered himself to one knee in front of me, gathering my hands in his, his expression serious. "I haven't had nearly enough time with your breasts."

"I—what?"

"Your boobs. Tits? These thingies—"

"I know what my breasts are!" I snapped, trying not to laugh incredulously.

Another solemn nod. "I need to explore them. For my education."

Oh.

Well.

I mean, okay.

Pretty sure I was blushing as he leaned around me to start the water.

"And then after…" he murmured.

I realized I was having trouble breathing again. "After?" I managed.

He grinned wickedly. "After, I'm going to taste you again."

Oh.

Oh, yes .