Although, he didn’t have much else to offer for her. “Well, my dick’s here if you want it.”
Jek grinned as she shot him an annoyed look, her lips pulled into another pout he was starting to enjoy too much. Then there was a minute change in her expression as she let her eyes fall over his form. The look in her eye made his loins pulse excitedly.
She kind of knew Jek, Heidi admitted to herself. He was kind enough to accompany her into the theater, even if he wanted the chance to get his dick wet. And on the few occasions she came with Travis, Jek seemed decent.
He refused to carry content that advertised itself as “barely legal” or school girl outfits, vocally against the idea of sexualizing younger people. All the content he carried was carefully vetted, the production companies and creators researched. She couldn’t recall how she learned those things. If it was Travis breaching topics with Jek or if it was an overheard conversation.
Strictly Pleasure wasn’t a high-end sex boutique, but Jek clearly knew there were problems in the sex industry - and societal ramifications - so he took pains to offer quality content.
Heidi found herself wedging her purse between herself and the arm of the chair before turning to Jek. In the light of the screen, she caught his inquisitive look. She tried to tell herself the burning blush at her cheeks would be hidden in the dark, but she knew about orc darkvision. The way the corners of his lips tilted with a faint smile and how he raised his eyebrows didn’t help.
Unable to keep meeting his gaze, her eyes fell downward and a question blurted from her lips, “How gross is the floor?”
“Excuse you, I clean this floor every day.” Jek puffed, words lightly miffed but still good-natured. It was a difficult tone to maintain as the promise of her words made him throb. After a quick adjustment of his feet, he noted how much the soles of his shoes stuck to the floor. Woefully, he was forced to admit, “And it is only slightly sticky.”
“Ah, slightly,” she parroted, tone amused. Before Heidi could decide whether to deal with the unpleasant sensation, Jek shrugged off his button-up. He leaned forward, intending to drop the fabric in front of him, but Heidi leaned forward, grabbing his arm. “It’s going to get dirty,”
His gaze followed the path of her hand on his arm up to her face. The way Heidi’s eyes rounded with worry and surprise, how her lower lip dipped as her teeth sunk into it. He could almost believe she genuinely cared. She was probably just worried how it would make herself look. So eager to suck a guy off that she dirtied his shirt
Leaning his face toward Heidi, Jek let his whisper dip lower and winked. “I can spare this one. I got more in my office.”
“Such a gentleman,” she snorted, rolling her eyes as she imagined why he’d need more than one shirt at Strictly Pleasure. It wasn’t as if he’d been shy about admitting to the things he’d gotten up to. She slipped from the loveseat quickly as he sat upright, only so she wouldn’t risk Jek hearing how her heart stuttered.
Kneeling between his knees and on the shirt, Heidi stared quietly up at him. He hadn’t moved much and if she didn’t know better, she would have thought he was holding his breath. That thought tickled something inside her.
It was hard to forget where exactly she was, how many people were around them, but she forced herself to just focus on him. That made the situation easier, she found.
Likewise for Jek, all focus had funneled onto Heidi. He found himself mentally restraining himself, refraining from laying his hand on her head or saying something that would make her blush. If anything unexpected happened, he was willing to bet she’d run. He didn’t want that. Especially not now.
By the light of the movie, Heidi undid the button and zipper of Jek’s jeans, parting the material. The tensity of the jeans relaxed as his cock, still encased in the fabric of his boxers, rose into the freer space.
Heidi’s wandering eye glimpsed more of Jek’s tattoo, surprised to find some of the telltale red scales peeking from under the hem of his t-shirt. The revelation that the tattoo went along his torso sparked intrigue. She barely resisted the urge to tug his shirt up when he reached down into his own drawers.
As he did so, Heidi realized she never noticed just how big Jek’s hands were. Scars mottled his pronounced knuckles, his fingers long and well-shaped. She watched with rapt attention as he palmed himself, a brief censorship as he adjusted the waistband lower with his left hand.
Another pulse of excitement shot through him, feeling her eyes on his hands. She sat so sweetly, watched so eagerly. He had thought her momentary lapse in touching him was a result of being unsure. The thought of his old tattoo never once crossed his mind. Likewise, he was certain the rise of Heidi’s chest wasn’t due to her inhaling his scent. Just preparing herself as she took in his equipment.
When his hand moved away, his balls and cock hung displayed over his boxer’s waistband.
He was not small. Not by orc standards and certainly not by human standards. More than once, a sexual partner admitted to being intimidated by what he packed. Although, they all ended up attempting to give him a ride nonetheless.
In the dark, Jek watched Heidi closely, trying to gauge her reaction. It was hard to tell if she was stunned or not, until her hands reached for him. One cupped under his left nutsack, the other higher up on his cock, thumb grazing the spot where foreskin strained back from his growing knob. Her touch was unlike her earlier awkward uncertainty.
Her focus fully honed in on Jek. The entirety of the world around them dissipated the second his body twitched beneath her hands. Jek’s engorged member was clearly darker than the rest of him, veins pulsing as he bobbed under her gaze. Heidi ran her thumb along the lip of his bulbous head, through his sheath, earning a bounce that’s return hefted against her fingers.
In length and girth, Jek had certainly won the “biggest she’d seen in person” award. Given his orc proportions, she wasn’t exactly surprised. If she tried to encircle his shaft’s circumference, there’d be a good two to three inches between her thumb and forefinger. As for length, she wasn’t about to measure him against her forearm, but it was certainly a close measurement.
Heidi’s eyes found Jek’s in the dark, finding his green eyes almost glowing in the dark. She wasn’t sure if that was a trick of the light or evidence of the orcish darksight, but the intensity brought a shiver down her spine all the same.
With a hunger he hadn’t felt in awhile, Jek watched as her lips skirted close to his shaft until, at his base, Heidi finally pressed her lips to him. He let out a soft groan as her mouth worked up his length, lips and tongue working in tandem to leave a wet path from just above his balls to his tip. As her lips worked, one of her hands kneaded at his balls, sending tight heat coiling through his loin. Her other hand firmly stroked the part of his cock her mouth hadn’t yet touched.foreskin
When she raised on her knees, mouth making the last part of the transit to his tip, her tits brushed against him. It had to be unintentional, Jek thought wildly as he fought to keep his hands still. She didn’t realize it. He wasn’t going to grab her, wasn’t going to raise his hips to mash himself harder against the soft warm heat.
Every muffled grunt, every twitching muscle, every one of his caught breaths shot delicious tingles through Heidi.
Noticing Heidi’s faint smile, Jek couldn’t help but clear his throat, finding words in the hazy hormones of his mind. It was especially hard to speak as she stroked his foreskin down, letting her breath play over his uncovered head. “You, uh, you seem more… comfortable.”
“Really?” Her words came sweet and curious as she hovered close to him.
“Mhmn.” Jek couldn’t find the brain matter to form words, enjoying how her lips brushed against him as she spoke. Her tone made him wonder if everything before had been an act. There were people who got off to playing a role, especially an inexperienced role.
Further amusement broadened her smile, just before she took his tip into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered shut, basking in how Jek tasted and the heat that raised off him in waves. Heidi moved slow, with intent. Savoring him.
Damn, if her mouth wasn’t hot and wet. Heat flared as he wondered if she’d been literally salivating to take his cock in her mouth. Jek’s head dropped back, eyes closed and hand shifting to the arm of the loveseat. It was the furthest he’d let himself reach for her. The knot at his throat bobbed as he swallowed down louder groans, not wanting to give Heidi too easy of a prize.
Her tongue swirled as her lips crept further around him. Treating him like a fleshy lollipop as she caressed his foreskin further down until his entire tip was exposed to her mouth. If asked, Heidi would have a hard time admitting his cock didn’t taste good on her tongue. Her imagination teased her tantalizing guesses as to how he’d taste, pre or cum on her tongue.
Just as Heidi’s lips curved entirely over his knob, sucking lightly as her tongue explored, an unsettling awareness crept over her. A flash of light, brighter than the movie had been before, flickered through her eyelids. Cracking her eyes open, a sudden pop of light and a fizz made her yelp.
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