I’d been lost in thought, considering how that might work, but with my limited knowledge, I wasn’t entirely sure how to get him to fit inside me. It worried me a little, and I didn’t look up until he caught my chin, lifting his eyebrows at me.
“What is it? You look worried.”
Embarrassment made me want to keep the questions to myself, but I pushed through. I knew I could trust Orthorr. He wouldn’t shame me for my inexperience. He was much the same way when it came to men lying together.
“I… I’m worried it won’t fit. I’ve never– But it doesn’t seem like–” I was getting flustered, but I didn’t know how to express my concerns properly. I still wasn’t used to discussing such things so freely.
Thankfully, Orthorr understood what I wished to convey and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I had the same question, which was why I waited until I could speak to Simon. He told me what to do. You won’t feel any pain, I promise.”
Oh. I hadn’t actually thought of that. I was more worried about the disappointment if it turned out we couldn’t be together in that way. I supposed it was something I should have considered given his size. But he said he wouldn’t hurt me, and I trusted him. I relaxed as he laid beside me again, focusing on dragging him back in for another kiss.
For a while, we stayed that way, trading kisses and gentle touches. I was antsy to move on, but I also didn’t want to rush. I let Orthorr take the lead since I couldn’t decide what to do next.
When he reached between us, I let out a lusty moan, hips bucking as he swirled slicked fingers over my hole. I hadn’t even noticed him retrieving any oil, too distracted by admiring him and then by his mouth on mine. I writhed, thighs clamping on his arm to hold him there, and all the determination I’d had moments earlier to let Orthorr control the pace disappeared entirely as need took its place.
“Orthorr, please! I need– Yes!”
Pressure against my entrance made me gasp, and when he slipped the tip of one finger inside me, I tugged on his arm in a demand for more. He still didn’t rush, easing his finger in and out until my body relaxed and I took it easily. When he slipped ina second, there was a momentary pinch, but it was gone just as quickly as it arrived, my attention on the feel of him inside me.
“Oh gods, it feels so good… please…”
I wasn’t even sure what I was pleading for. All I knew was that I never wanted him to stop. When he pulled his fingers out, I whined in protest, but he wasn’t gone long. His fingers returned with more oil, and when he pushed a third finger in, my back arched and a moan ripped from my chest. There was a small burn as my body tried to accommodate him, but he seemed intent on something, fingers moving and twisting, distracting me from the ache. When he brushed against the front of my passage, I figured out what he was searching for, my hips twitching as bolts of pleasure coursed through me.
“Oh, gods, Orthorr!” I cried, feeling my release edging ever closer with each glance over that spot. My head thrashed on the bedding, fingers digging into the blankets, and I was sure I’d embarrass myself if he didn’t get inside me soon.
“You make such sweet sounds, my Cedric,” Orthorr purred in my ear, pressing against that spot again just to hear me wail. “Are you ready for me?”
“Please!”
He pulled his fingers free, and I took a moment while he oiled his cock to take some deep breaths. I was just getting myself under control when Orthorr flipped me onto my belly, pulling me onto my hands and knees. When I made a questioning sound, he explained, “This way is supposed to be better for your first few times. We can try more once you’re more comfortable.”
I trusted him and let him move me how he wanted, shivering when he didn’t immediately push inside me, and I looked over my shoulder to find him staring at my hole with a ferocious hunger in his eyes. I had to look away because I knew if I watched him take me, I’d come before he even got fully inside me.
Pressure at my entrance made me tense on instinct, but Orthorr shushed me, running one hand up and down my spine to soothe me. He only tried again when I relaxed as much as I was able, a cry escaping me as the head of his cock slipped inside.
“S-Stop!”
CHAPTER TWENTY
ORTHORR
I froze at Cedric’s demand, holding my breath. He had been begging only moments before, but I refused to move a single inch without his permission.
“Cedric? What’s wrong?”
He panted into the bedding, knuckles turning white where he gripped it tightly. I worried he was in pain, Simon said if he felt any pain, his body wasn’t ready to take me yet, but when I moved to pull out again, he made a sound of protest.
“Don’t!”
“Cedric. I don’t understand. What do you need?”
He whimpered, and with his face mostly hidden in the bedding, I couldn’t see his expression, but I could see the flush as it worked its way down his pale skin. He was embarrassed, and I wasn’t sure why.
“Am I hurting you?” I pressed, because as much as I wished to let him take his time explaining things to me, I never wanted to hurt him.
“No, I just… I was going to come and–” He made another sound, this one I recognized as embarrassment, and his body clenched around the head of my cock with his distress. I had to squeeze my eyes shut to stop myself from thrusting into the tight heat wrapped around my cock, drawing in steadying breaths so I could focus on what my ravsol needed from me.
“Can you reach your cock?”