Page 47 of Operation: Ogre

“I don’t want to embarrass myself. I know basically nothing.”

The pink was back in his cheeks, and fuck, it was cute, not that I would say that. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t taking his worries seriously—I was. Chris had already told me he hadn’t wanted to try with someone before because he’d been scared of making a fool of himself. Of course that worry hadn’t been extinguished just because it was me. I nudged the tip of his nose with mine before slotting our lips together. The kiss was slow and sent shockwaves through me. Every touch was more perfect and better than anything I’d ever experienced.

“You won’t,” I murmured against his lips.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. You and me are meant to be.”

His flush returned full force. Making Chris blush was becoming one of my favorite things. I kissed each of his red cheeks, then began to trail kisses down to his jaw to his chin before capturing his mouth again. He moaned into me, and I swallowed the sound. Gently, I flicked the tip of my tongue over his, teasing him.

My cock began to wake up again, and it wasn’t alone. Chris’s, like mine, had flagged when we’d moved onto more serious topics, but now, it was pressing against my stomach. He rocked against me, grinding his shaft on me. I grunted at the silk of his skin and the drops of pre-cum that were leaking onto me.

“Chris,” I breathed.

He kissed my cheek, then slid down, his dick dragging on me as his lips moved over my skin. Chris greedily sucked and nipped, no doubt leaving all kinds of marks behind, but I didn’t stop him. Why would I? I loved him leaving his claim all over my skin. It soothed something inside of me that needed it. Something potent. He nipped at my full chest before sucking one of my nipples into his mouth, laving his tongue over the fast-hardening nub. I gasped at the wet warmth.

“I’ve always wanted to try that,” he muttered, grinning at me.

That smile. It was lovely. I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip. “Feel free to try whatever on me.”

Chris burst into laughter. “You say that now.”

I joined him but also said, “I will probably also say it later.”

“Yeah, you probably will, big guy.”

I did have an issue saying no to him.

Before I could actually respond, Chris continued downward, utterly distracting me. His tongue skated over the swell of my stomach, and I groaned, low and needy. He smiled against my skin. I couldn’t help but watch his every movement. He was intoxicating. When he reached my belly button, he circled it with the tip of his tongue, making me jerk and my cock leak.

“Baby. Nngh. Fuck.” My hand moved to his long hair, and my fingers twisted in the inky-black strands. “Please.”

Nerves skittered across his features. “Promise me you’ll tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

He was more nervous than I would’ve ever suspected of him, but if he needed comfort, I would provide it. I told him, “Of course. But whatever you do, I will enjoy it. It’s you, Chris.”

And that adorable blush was back. Even with the obvious nerves, Chris grasped my shaft, and I grunted at the feel of him holding me. Watching my face, he gave me a few rough pumps that had my breath turning harsh and pleasure dashing down my spine. His thumb teased my slit on the underside of my crown, then he lifted the digit to his mouth and sucked.

“Monster god,” I breathed. “That’s hot.”

“You taste good,” Chris remarked. “Kinda earthy.”

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never tasted another ogre—or myself for that matter.”

Chris rubbed my slit again, which had me gasping and my hips arching, before he half-crawled up my body, the bed groaning from our combined weight, and offered his glistening thumb. I didn’t hesitate for even a moment and sucked his finger into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. He was right. I did taste earthy, maybe iron-y?

“Now that’s hot,” he teased, and I chuckled around his finger. Chris, seeming more confident, returned to his earlier position. This time, he didn’t hesitate and took the head of my dick into his mouth and sucked.

“Chris,” I grunted, gripping his hair. “Baby. Ugh. So good.”

I was too large for him to fit much into his mouth, but he sucked on the crown, lapping my slit, while his hand pumped my shaft in a tight grip. Spit and pre-cum slid down my shaft, and Chris grunted and gagged as he sucked me off. This was without a doubt the messiest blow job I’d ever received, but it was by far the best. I was swearing up a storm, moaning and calling for him. I wasn’t alone.

He was just as loud as I was. Vibrations traveled up my shaft as Chris cried around me. It felt so damn good, but I refused to close my eyes and miss even a moment of this. He had never looked hotter, and I’d never seen a more erotic sight than his mouth full of me, his cheeks flushed, and tears making his eyes shine.

Chris fondled my balls, and I nearly came off the bed. I practically screamed, “Yes, baby. Just like that.”

Grinning around me, he played with my sac. Each tug and fondle shoved me closer to the edge. My muscles began to tighten as tingles gathered at the base of my spine.