I swear I can feel the heat radiating off of him as he brushes past. I gripped the counter of the lobby desk as I scribble nonsense on a sign-in page that is really just for visitors. Goosebumps raise up on my skin and the familiar ache between my legs hits me so suddenly my knees shake. It's really for the better that we spend most of our work day several floors apart.
Since our relationship started and I've been seeing Khent after work and getting my back blown out nightly, the Blood Fever has all but died down. I barely notice it during the day, unless I run into him and it flares up again. I’d imagine that there’s likely also something about being pumped full of Orc cum nightly that calms the raging fever down. But I’m no scientist.
Maybe it’s because of that oil stuff I got from the holistic place. I set up a little mug warmer at my desk that I put a drop of it on every few hours. It’s tempting to just dab a little on my wrists and rub them together like a perfume, and just smell that warmth incarnate on myself all day. The thing that stops me from doing that is the memory of buying that little bottle and the girl behind the counter telling me that a lot of people use it as lube. And after some additional research, apparently using it as lube during the mating ritual is pretty common.
But during a company-wide meeting all I could do was sit and thirst from across the room, gripping my chair and hoping I wasn't going to charge across the table to climb him like a tree. The thought had crossed my mind several times and almost seemed like a good idea many of them.
I hold still and scribble circles on the corner of the page like I'm trying to get ink out of the pen while Khent crosses to the elevators and presses the button. I breathe slowly and carefully listening as it arrives, the doors trundle open and he gets in, the carriage creaking under his weight.
I don't hear the doors close though, and turn around to look.
He's holding the elevator door open and as my eyes meet his, he raises his brows.
Sharing an elevator with Khent. Heat blooms across my skin at the thought and my body moves before my brain fully processes it.
The elevator door closes behind me and I'm hooking my fingers in Khent's belt loops, looking up at him. He glances away, holding back a smile.
Even with the elevator’s mirrored walls, I can feel how little space there is in here. When I turn around to push the button for my floor, my ass brushes up against him. I stretch and do it again just so he knows it was entirely on purpose.
The elevator’s machinery begins to whir, the floor jerks and I let myself use it to fall back against him. I tilt my head back against his sort of the lower end of his chest to glance up at him through my eyelashes. I can see the color in his cheeks just before he lifts a hand to trace my jawline. His other hand drags up my hip, palming the fabric of my skirt upwards. I grind back against him harder.
“I take it we need to go to your office and fill out some paperwork?” he murmurs, voice so low it goes straight to my clit.
“Fuck the paperwork,” I gasp, gathering up fistfuls of my pencil skirt, hiking it up enough to actually do more than tease. His hand curls fully around my thigh, giving me something to grind desperately against.
My heart is beating out of my chest when he leans forward to hit the emergency stop switch, bringing the elevator to a halt between floors.
The lurch sends me forward, I catch myself against the mirrored wall, the cool surface a stark contrast against my skin. Khent drags a thick finger through my cunt, until it’s slick enough to enter me.
I'm still a little sore from our antics last night at my apartment, but in some ways that heightens the sensation of it all. I move my hips experimentally as his finger slides in and out, the smallest of moans riding on my breath.
We don't have much time before someone notices the elevator isn't working, but the thought of being able to watch ourselves in the mirrored walls is making me wetter by the second.
I turn around, unbuttoning my blouse. His cock is straining against his pants, which I imagine must have some fantastic tensile strength to be able to contain him.
“I need you in me. Now. Right now,” I breathe, a combination of words that’s becoming a habit, almost a ritual between us.
The look he gives me is the same look he’s given me the last few nights between my place and his. He raises an eyebrow, a smile tucked away behind a tusk. He thinks he’s so fucking cute, I swear I’m going to bite him if he tries telling me to ask politely again.
He corrals me into his arms, holds my chin, kissing my forehead, my nose, and mouth in turn. He wants to see how long he can tease me before I’m practically begging for his cock. I make another noise of impatience, staring at him, starting to undo his belt and zipper my goddamn self.
He rolls his eyes and takes a knee in front of me. It does make it easier for me, even if I have to stand on my tiptoes to get things started.
He lifts and steadies me with a hand on my hip with a familiarity that almost makes me blush. I bite back any comment about being able to do this myself. I watch the reflection as he guides me down onto the head of his cock. My hands find fistfuls of his shirt as we start to move together, and I take more and more of him in me with each thrust. I’m not saying we should record porn of us, but I am surprised I’ve never seen human/Orc porn before.
He pushes my bra aside and dips his head to flick his tongue across one nipple, sucking and licking and kissing my tits, treating each of them in turn. As his tongue worked away at my breast, the pleasure he gave only increased the ache and need in my pussy. It snags my attention how he knows what I like, that a little more sensation while he’s rutting into me is enough to push me over the edge.
Somewhere between the sensation of and the sight of him pounding into me, I break.
“Fuck, Khent, I’m–” I can’t even manage a verb before I’m gasping for breath with a cry.
If there’s one thing the Blood Fever has taught me, his orgasm will quickly follow mine. I can feel his release course into me, hot and wet. I can’t think about how I’m going to figure out how to clean up after this, all I can do is ride the aftershocks of my orgasm and try not to rip the buttons off his shirt.
We slow our movements until it’s just our breathing, holding each other loosely, our foreheads touching, the way he held me in his gaze and the way I couldn't even meet his eyes through my blush. It’s just a touch too intimate, even after all we’ve done together. It’s just something too much to know he’s looking at me like I’m wonderful and I can see that soft smile on him. I can’t put my finger on it, but it makes me want to take myself out of the equation. Like a sunlight so bright I need to shield my eyes from it. A warmth you could either melt or burn under.
I pull away first, running my hands through my hair and shaking off the afterglow.
My hair is a mess and my tits feel like they’ve been shuffled around in my bra.