Page 14 of The Deeper Game
“I want you to see it,” Odin said. “I insist. Isis.” He put down the armrest between the front seats and patted it, then gazed back at me, evil eyes glittering. “Come on. Show Matteo.”
I slid forward and displayed my arm. Even that much shifting intensified the vibrations wildly. Odin pulled me forward further so that my arm was under the slash of sunshine on the seat. I could feel the waves building in the pit of my stomach. Nearing lift-off.
“Nice,” Matteo said. “Okay, gotta get on this here.” He finally got all the way out and shut the door. We watched him walk off.
The vibrations ceased.
I hissed out a breath and flopped back into my seat. “You are both pure evil.”
Thor turned to me and began to unbutton my shirt. “You have been a very patient goddess.”
“The evilest of evil.”
“You know that’s not true,” Thor said. “Come here.” He shifted sideways in the backseat and pulled me up against his chest. His cock was like concrete at the small of my back. I snuggled into it, just to tease him. “But therewasthat matter of backtalk earlier,” he whispered in my ear.
Odin got out the driver’s side door and shut it. The next thing I knew, he was opening the back door. A shaft of sunlight and heat fell across my bare torso.
I whipped my dress over myself.
He gave me a smug look and got in, closing the door behind him. “As if you don’t like an audience.”
“Not all the time,” I said.
“And not Matteo,” Odin said, pulling off my panties.
“I have been so good,” I said.
Thor ran his hand over my belly. “I’m going to undo these clips,” he whispered. “Are you ready?”
“Please,” I mumbled. “Anything.”
He reached around to my front and unclamped one. I gasped at the release of it. Odin leaned in and licked it lightly, melting me with sensation.
“It’s too much! Lighter.” My nipples were always so wildly sensitive after being clipped, which was both good and bad.
Odin lightened his licking. I reached up under him and grabbed his cock, winding my legs partly around him.
“Goddess,” he breathed, blowing on my nipple as Thor released the clip from the other one. “Turn over,” he said.
I complied, moving to my hands and knees, which put me face to face with Thor.
Thor grabbed my hair and took my mouth in a hard kiss while Odin ran his hands over my butt cheeks.
I felt his fingers move down my thighs, spreading tiny shivers, making the sound of skin on skin in the quiet car. Then he slid his hands up again. I felt when he grasped the clit-and-butt-erator. Gently, he worked it out, pulling the bulbous portion from my asshole.
The feeling of emptiness was immediately followed by a stinging slap.
I gasped. “What was that for?”
“Unprofessionalism.” He slapped my ass again. I felt the pain and pleasure of it pulse through me.
“Iwas unprofessional?” I protested. “I was as professional as James Bond in there. I was the very picture of professional.”
“Not when you wanted to blow off your 11:00 a.m. deposit.” He slapped me again, and it stung hot and icy, then he set his warm hand on the sting, and I felt his warm lips touch it. I wanted him like a fever. I loved these guys, and I wanted them both in me. Odin spoke, finally. His growl grabbed my belly. “Turn around.”
I turned back around to find him pulling his pants off, his cock at attention. My pulse raced wildly.
“Hold her legs apart, Thor.”
