Page 5 of The Deeper Game
The sense of calm and bliss flowed over me as I knit my fingers.
My breasts became much more prominent when I had my hands behind my neck like that. They rose and fell with each breath.
“Hello,” Odin said, stroking my belly, running his hands back up to my bra.
He pulled the lace down off my nipples, which lit up with electricity as he grazed them with the rough pads of his fingers. He tucked the lace under my breasts, plumping them up in the cruelly cool air that flowed out of the air conditioner. My nipples pebbled and my breasts stood at attention, begging to be touched.
He leaned over and put his lips to one and sucked, sending throbs of pleasure clear to my clit.
“Oh.” I slid down in the seat, getting into the moment. Vaguely it came to me that Zeus would be angry if I missed making the deposit at eleven.
Some things can’t be helped.
Thor untied the belt of my shirt dress. “You’re not done undressing yourself,” Thor said, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons, all the way down to the hem. He pulled apart two sides of the silky fabric to reveal panties that went with the bra.
“These windows aren’tthattinted,” I said breathlessly, monitoring the face of a passerby.
“You love an audience,” Odin said, taking a nipple between his fingers and rolling it, squeezing, then relaxing, then squeezing again.
I exhaled sharply.
It was scary how Odin always knew what I wanted—sometimes even before I did. Like Zeus, Odin had been in theintelligence agency that was now trying to kill us—as a techie and psychological ops guy. When he wasn’t figuring out how to outwit our enemies, he was concentrating on driving me mad in sexy ways. His latest discovery was a soft-to-hard-to-soft touch.
I pushed up my pelvis as Thor slid his hand under the elastic of my panties. When he cupped my mound, I exhaled sharply. Then he pushed a finger into the crease between my slick lips.
“Yes,” I hissed, undulating under his firm touch.
“Whenever and wherever,” Thor whispered, breath hot in my ear, and then he plunged in his tongue, fucking my ear with warm wetness as he invaded my clit with his finger.
“Yes,” I said. “Anytime. Whatever you want.” I would’ve said anything at that point. I would’ve given them anything. I was right on the verge, and they both knew it.
Again, Odin pinched my nipple.
“I’m going to come.”
“Don’t you dare.” Odin softened his movements. “And it’s almost eleven.”
“Fuck it,” I said as the pleasure began to build dangerously high.
“What kind of attitude is that?” Odin asked.
And suddenly his fingers were gone. I opened my eyes when I heard a click.
He held the open box on his lap, angled so that I couldn’t see what was inside. I had the feeling it might be something I wouldn’t like, though it was hard to do any quality thinking with Thor’s tongue thrusting into my ear as he fingered me mercilessly.
Odin stroked a hand over my breast. “Eyes closed,” he said.
I closed my eyes and waited, feeling alert and exposed.
Thor laid off me, removing his hand from my panties and his tongue from my ear.
I felt a warm finger touch the underside of my breast, lifting it slightly, and then the bite of something hard closing onto my nipple. Pain sparked through me, arrowing straight down to my clenched pussy as I gasped. Slowly, it transformed into a kind of wild aliveness. And then a wild goodness. And then a wild pleasure.
I began to breathe harder.
I felt a finger under my other breast. A slight lift, preparing the nipple to receive the clamp. I braced for the shot of pain…and then…nothing.
“Eyes remain closed,” Odin whispered, knowing I’d want to watch and be ready for the other clamp to go on. “Fingers stay knit.”
