Page 41 of The Best Trick

Another wet finger began to probe my asshole as I sucked Thor's cock, seeming almost to move in rhythm with my own movements.

“Zeus, put those down and go see if our host has any kind of oil. Isis needs your cock in her asshole right now,” Odin said, and he was right.

Zeus set the beers down and left the room, returning with a jar of coconut oil, maybe. I couldn’t see it properly, and I didn’t really care at that point.

Strong hands separated my butt cheeks.

Thick fingers oiled up my asshole, swirling around the oil, sure and slow.

Thor had withdrawn from the face-fucking portion of our festivities, leaving me to fully concentrate on the finger now pressing into my asshole.

One finger became two fingers, sliding in and out, spreading around oil. After a short hiatus, I felt the head of Zeus’s cock pushing slowly in, filling me deliciously. I buried my face into the chair arm, fully getting into the pleasure-pain sensation of a cock pushing deep inside of me while unseen hands tweaked and squeezed my nipples.

Another hand—Zeus’s?—stroked my vageen, stroking and stroking, ruthlessly stoking my pleasure and bringing on an explosive climax.

The whole world dropped away—my guys, Denko, the people across the alley who probably thought Denko was a sex freak now—all of it dropped away and there was just the pure pleasure of it all.

Vaguely I could hear Zeus’s rumbly voice—“Uh-uh-uh.”

Somewhere behind me, Thor was coming, and no doubt Odin, too.

I started laughing. I hadn't even come down from my orgasm but I was just laughing—I don’t know why.

Eventually we were collapsed in a God Pack heap.

Zeus looked around at the mess we'd made of Denko’s office. “That'll teach him to pursue innocent people and cover for murderers.”

Odin kissed me. Thor handed me a towel, and I cleaned myself up.

“Best Three Bears re-enactment ever,” I said.

Five minutes later we were speeding back toward our Airbnb, happy and sated from the afternoon’s festivities, Zeus and Odin in the front seat, me in the back with Thor as usual. I spun around and sat sideways with my feet on Thor's lap. He grinned and settled his hands on my bootlaces.

“What if Denko had come back?” I asked.

“Would you have liked that?” Thor asked me.

“No way,” I said. “I would never want him to be free to get involved, if you know what I mean. Uncomfortably tied up and forced to watch with a stern face, that was a good one-time thing, but bursting in and roaming around? No freaking way.”

Thor's eyes sparkled. “Agree.”

“I'd chop off his fucking-g hands if he ever roamed around on you,” Odin said.

“So, what now?” I asked. “Obviously the dog is real. He genuinely wants his dog back.”

“We'll find the dog,” Zeus said.

“What if there really isn't any tackle bag? What if that's all fake, but he made it up because he thinks we're the only ones in the world who can find his dog?”

“I've got a call in to my contact in Washington, D.C.,” Odin said. “Maybe my contact has heard of the tackle bag. If my contact hasn't heard of the tackle bag, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, but it's a good place to start. We may not ever know if the tackle bag exists until the end.”

“And then what?” I asked.

“If he can't produce the tackle bag, we'll keep Doris. And then we'll have leverage on Denko. Somewhat. It’s not like we’d hurt a dog. But we could hang on to her for a while.”

“I love dogs,” I said.

“So do I,” Zeus agreed.

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