Page 15 of The Deeper Game
From behind me, Thor grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled up, pulling my knees clear to my shoulders.
I leaned my head back on his shoulder, feeling wild with need.
I gasped as Odin stroked his thick, brown cock, hardening himself even more. A warning. A promise. We didn’t have to wear condoms anymore—we’d all been tested, and we were monogamous now.
He touched my clit. “Are you wet for me, goddess?” He began to stroke me gently with his thumb.
“Yes. I can’t take any more waiting,” I gasped.
“You’ll take whatever we give you, goddess,” Odin whispered tenderly. “Whatever we please, because you are sofucking-gbeautiful.” He came to me then, kneeling between my legs, stroking me, getting me even more on the verge. I looked into his gorgeous eyes, rimmed with those thick lashes, and in my mind, I gave myself over to him completely—my body, my pleasure, my everything. “Sofucking-gbeautiful,” he whispered again. He held me with a mischievous gaze as he licked a finger and then touched it to one of my ultra-tender nipples.
“Please,” I begged, because I was about to spin out of control.
“Thor,” Odin said.
Thor pulled my legs wider. Odin pressed the meaty tip of his cock into my hole. “Is this what you want, goddess?”
“More,” I gasped.
He was maybe an inch in, but just that inch felt impossibly thick and good inside me. Then he braced one muscular arm on the front seat headrest and the other on the top of the back seat, caging me and Thor. “Goddess,” he said, leaning in for a kiss as he entered me slowly, filling me deliciously.
“Yes.” I reached out to him, holding him, pulling him.
He pulled out halfway and thrust in again.
“Yes,” I gasped, all out of meaningful things to say.
Thor let my knees go. I wrapped my legs around Odin as Thor shifted behind me, and I could tell he was doing himself. Myguys loved when I came almost as much as I loved it. With his other hand, he reached around me and fingered a nipple.
“Come for me, goddess,” Odin said.
But I was already there—maybe that’s why he said it, because he knew, and had taken pity on me.
None of it mattered because I dissolved into a million pieces as Odin fucked me and kissed me.
I was a kaleidoscope of sensation.
Odin’s fucking movements were becoming primitive, like he was being controlled by something deep and ancient.
Thor panted in my ear.
They were both about to come, the ultimate testosterone sandwich.
“Do me,” I said, which was sort of a joke, considering they could hardly do me any more than they were already. But they were both coming. Out of reception range. “Yes,” I whispered, stroking Odin’s back.
Afterwards, we all collapsed on each other in the back seat, dazed.
“Man,” Thor said, caressing my thigh. “When Matteo wouldn’t leave and you were on the edge like that, Isis, I thought I might lose it, too.”
“That was an evil game,” I said.
“But so much fun,” Thor said.
Chapter Four
We headed back to my guys’place, a mod hideout hidden in the hills. We needed to clean up and change and get back to the bank. It was Matteo’s shift to sit on the bank.
Odin took the souped-up Navigator up the steep drive and parked it next to the souped-up Camaro and the souped-up Jetta. My bank robbers liked a shitload of horsepower, if you know what I mean. He engaged the emergency brake and the three of us hopped out.
