Page 41 of The Deeper Game
In truth, we never did it where I fucked one guy after another. But right at that moment, it seemed sort of dirty in a way that I liked.
“I want you to fuck me serially,” I said, heat pooling in my belly. “I want you to fuck me while Zeus watches.”
“We don’t pass you around,” Thor said again.
“If it’s what Ice wants, it’s what Ice gets,” Zeus said.
“Come here, Isis,” Thor said. “The towel’s still partly dry. We’ll dry you off and get you back in the truck.”
Zeus stood, glorious and naked. “Ice wants you to come down there.”
Distant lightning illuminated his pale ass as he got up into Thor’s face.
I thought he might kiss Thor, but instead he drew a finger down his cheek, trailing a line of mud like war paint.
Thor glared, chest rising and falling beneath the rain-soaked T-shirt that hugged his muscles.
One more inch and they’d be kissing. My bank robbers never kissed each other—the only kind of sexual contact they had with each other was when they were fucking me, and that was more incidental. But I liked to imagine them kissing.
The rain pounded harder, louder.
“You know you want to fuck her,” Zeus said. “You know you want to.”
Thor watched Zeus’s eyes. Pulses of lighting flashed on the horizon, illuminating his mud-streaked face and ferocious expression and wet blond hair.
He was a hot, beautiful Visigoth. Hot, beautiful, and massively hard.
And I wanted him like mad.
Zeus raised his other hand and swiped that one down Thor’s other cheek, so that Thor had fat mud stripes on both cheeks. A kind of weird challenge. The mud stripes made his cheekbones even more pronounced.
Thor pushed Zeus away. “Fuck off. I’m not fucking Isis serially. It’s not fun for her.”
He came to me and knelt, holding the towel.
I sat up. “It would be fun for me tonight.”
He wrapped the towel around my shoulders. The warmth felt good, but I wanted it to be his body, not some towel.
Zeus muscled in beside Thor. “I’ll hold her and bite her ear while you fuck her,” Zeus said. “She’ll love that.”
My pulse was racing, imagining him holding me, imagining his meaty hands on my body while Thor fucked me.
“No fucking you serially. Zeus, you go find your clothes.”
“What is with you?” Zeus took the towel from Thor. “I fucked her, I’ll clean her up.”
“Fuck you.” Thor grabbed the other end of the towel. I jumped away as they struggled over the towel, collapsing into the mud, wrestling over it.
“You guys!” I said. “Stop it! What the hell?” I didn’t know how to feel about my guys wrestling and rolling in the mud.
Until I realized it was the hottest thing ever.
They rolled around like wild animals, coming to a stop only when they hit the base of the tree. Thor was on top of Zeus, then Zeus was on top of Thor. I went over and shoved at Zeus’s back with my foot. “Hey!”
Thor hooked his leg in Zeus’s leg and flipped them over so that Thor was on top.
Zeus grunted and pressed a palm into Thor’s muddy chest.
