Page 34 of Thor
I whimpered around his flesh and closed my eyes. I’d never heard of a fantasy like his, but the more I thought about it, the more interested I became. I’d never been a vanilla type of guy and I liked trying new things. Nodding, I moaned, letting his cock slip out from between my lips. “Please?”
He shuddered so hard I thought he’d fall off me and that alone had excitement firing through me. Even if I didn’t end up being into it, I’d do it for Thor. What he wanted, I’d give him. He slammed his mouth against mine and consumed me. I rutted up as he fluttered kisses down my chin, neck, chest, and belly until he finally got to my cock. He didn’t waste time, taking me into his mouth until my tip hit the back of his throat. He cupped my balls, rolling and tugging, and I didn’t last long.
I groaned, thrusting between his lips a few times before my orgasm exploded through me. Spurts of cum shot down his throat as I convulsed in pleasure. I didn’t know how long it took me to recover, but by the time I had, he was lying at my side, chest rising and falling rapidly. Turning to face him, I smiled and laid my hand between his pecs.
“So, you have a kinky side.”
He laughed. “I always did. You know that.”
“Mm. True.” I kissed his nipple, biting the nub and tugging it with my teeth, and he groaned in response. “I’m glad you told me.”
“Nothing to say about it?” he murmured.
I shook my head. “If that’s your thing, Thor, it’s mine, too. I want you,everypart of you, even those fantasies. If letting you plug me up so your baby batter—”
He groaned at the ridiculous words I used.
“—doesn’t leak out of me, and letting you fantasize about knocking me up makes you happy, I’m there for it. Hell, I’ll do anything. Want me to stick my gut out to make it look like I’m pregnant? I can do that shit, too.”
His pupils dilated and he groaned. His cock went from a semi to hard so quickly I did a double take in surprise at seeing how big it’d grown.
“Wow. That really turns you on… Sir.”
Thor threw his head back and wrapped his hand around the base of his meat. “You’re going to kill me.”
I grinned. “Well, at least die while your cock’s in my ass, please.”
He laughed. “Come ride me.”
“Anything for you, Sir.”
I’d never been fucked so hard in my life as I was right then and there.
The next morning, Ihurt. Not just a little bit, but a lot. He’d fucked me all night like he’d promised, then shoved the plug into my ass so he could do it again later. Which he did. Again and again. It was painful to walk, and by the smug look a woman gave me when I limped out of the motel room, it was obvious that Thor had wrecked me. The bastard in question was smiling like a loon, and I thought he had an extra bounce in his step.
“Where are we going today?” I asked, then groaned when my ass ached as I walked awkwardly toward our bikes.
“To my parents’ house.” The smile slipped from his face and he rubbed his chin with a sigh. The wind left his sails, leaving his shoulders slumped and his expression forlorn. He looked good today in a pair of jeans, a white T-shirt, and no jacket. When I’d asked why he hadn’t chosen to wear our cut, at the very least, he’d shrugged. I picked up on the problem quickly and had left my leather jacket and cut in the motel room to keep his company. Though now I was regretting it because even though it was summer, it was fucking cold in this place today. The sun was nearly nonexistent behind the gloomy gray clouds that seemed to be around permanently.
“We could get breakfast first?”
He shook his head with a wry laugh. “I’d be sick if I had food before I saw them.”
“Want to talk about it?”
He gave me a smile. “Nah. Let’s just get this over with. You’ll understand when you meet them.”
Giving me a nod, he stalked over to his Harley, and I followed. I hopped onto my Ducati and slid in the key, twisting it before hitting the ignition. She roared to life, the vibrations slapping against my balls and ass when I sat down on her seat, making my hole sting.
“Do your parents know you’re a Lord?” I asked him over the rumble of our bikes when he turned on his Harley, which was a lot louder than mine.
“Don’t know,” he said, wincing as he slammed on his helmet while I did the same. “Don’t want to give them a reason to lecture me, either. My dad’s… well, you’ll know when you meet him.”
He backed the Harley out of the parking spot. Leading me out, he waved as a signal to follow him. We peeled out onto the road and headed north. I had no idea where we were going, but I made sure to keep up with him so I didn’t get lost. Finally we slowed down as we rode through a quaint little neighborhood with family homes that had big front yards and pretty flower gardens. It all seemed very small compared to Odin’s mansion, but I liked it. It was homey.
He pulled up in front of a house near the end of the street, a two-story white-brick home with a gray roof and window shutters. The simple design looked friendly and more welcoming than any of the houses in Odin’s neighborhood. The garden out front was full of pink dahlias and white daisies, and the only reason I knew that was because Mom loved flowers and had talked about them a lot. The driveway was made of gray stones and led up to a white garage door. There was nothing that made it stand out, but I supposed that was the point around family neighborhoods like this. You wanted to be one of the crowd, not be the best.
Thor turned off his Harley after he’d parked it in the driveway, and he took off his helmet. His blond hair fluttered in the wind, and he swiped it back off his face, frowning toward the white front door of the home.
