Page 11 of Thor
The touch of his cockhead against my hole had me freezing, then relaxing as he shoved inside. There wasn’t anything delicate about the way he fucked into me. He was a desperate man who wanted the tightness of my ass, and his cock speared me open. The burning stretch stole a gasp out of me, and I scrabbled against the desk, my fingers searching for something to hold. In the end, I managed to curl my hands around the edge before he started fucking into me. The bite of the sharp edge of the desk on my palms was a welcome addition to the pain in my ass.
His cock destroyed me, stretched me, and abused me in all the right ways. He had my balls aching, my cock trapped between my belly and the hard wood as he pounded in like a man on a mission, and all I could do was hold on.
Pens rattled on the desk beside my head and some papers fluttered to the floor, but that didn’t stop Thor’s hard thrusting. He was thoroughly claiming my hole as his. I’d have the permanent imprint of his cock in my asshole.
“Tobias,” I moaned. The only time I’d allowed myself to call him by his real name was during sex, and it always did something to him. He growled, grabbing one of my arms and yanking it behind my back before he did the same to the other. He held my wrists in one hand while digging his fingernails into my hip with the other.
“Fuck,” he growled out, pumping his hips forward. His balls slapped against my skin and he drilled into me harder and faster. “So fucking tight, so fucking breedable. I’m going to bust my load inside your tasty ass.”
My hips slammed into the edge of the desk and I knew I was going to end up with bruises there tomorrow with how roughly he was fucking me. “Tobias.” I threw my head back, and he grabbed my neck with the hand that’d been holding my hip. Squeezing his fingers, he slammed his mouth against mine. My arms were stuck between our bodies, and my cock was trapped against me and the desk. I was his prisoner and my orgasm depended on him.
“Say it again.” He dug his fingers into my windpipe and I gasped. “Say my name again.”
“Tobias, please. Fuck. You feel so good. I’ll feel your cock into next week.”
He stiffened and cursed my name, giving a final thrust before he groaned, the warmth of his cum spilling into my battered hole, filling me to the brim.
I moaned when he lifted me, my back against his chest. He released my arms so he could wrap his hand around my cock. He jerked me off while he squeezed my throat again, and I whimpered out his name in a final pleading beg before my vision whited out and my balls blew, firing jets of jizz from my cock onto Odin’s pristine, but not so clean anymore, desk.
“Oh shit,” I whispered, trembling through the last spasms of my orgasm. “Oh wow. I love your cock.”
Thor laughed deeply and kissed my sweaty cheek. “I fucking love your hole.” He ran his palm up my stomach, gathering cum. When he tapped his messy fingertips to my lips, I opened up and took his digits into my mouth, sucking the cream off his skin and moaning while I did it. The salty taste of my cum coated my tongue.
“Are you all right?” I asked after I swallowed. I hadn’t asked him that yet, and the silence I received as an answer told me everything I needed to know.
He pulled his cock out of me, and I hissed when the swollen head tugged at the rim of my hole. I turned, watching as he tucked himself away and zipped up his pants, the tendrils of light from the doorway illuminating him like the sex god he was.
My back twinged from how I’d been bent over the desk, but I fixed myself up, too. I went to the bathroom that connected with the office and grabbed a roll of toilet paper. When I returned, I flipped on the switch for the overhead light, so I could more easily see my mess as I cleaned it up.
Thor stood tall, watching me work until I had Odin’s desk looking as good as new, the pens and paper that had scattered returned to where they’d been before we started. I moved back to the bathroom, flushing the used paper down the toilet, before I walked back into the room. Thor was staring out the arched window, beside a dark gray couch and two leather armchairs Odin used as an informal place to talk. Thor’s spine stiffened as I walked over to him and touched his lower back.
“Was he a good friend?”
Thor glanced at me and sighed. Now that he was in the brighter light, I had a better view of him, and what I saw broke my heart. The loss echoed through his gaze, but there was something else. Guilt, maybe. I wasn’t entirely sure. “Yes. A very good friend.”
“You haven’t mentioned him before,” I whispered, leaning a little closer and kissing his leather jacket at the shoulder. I smoothed my hand over his bearded jaw, the hair tickling my palm. The black ink on his neck was vibrant in this light—the wolf head with its jaws open and the name wrapped around the bottom of it.Andy. As though I was meant to know who that was. I’d asked him once, and he didn’t answer. The only other ink on him was the Norse Lords MC insignia on his left pec.
He sighed and shook his head, and I knew it was the end of the conversation. The only way I could get to know him better was by going on this trip with him and meeting the people he knew before he became a Lord.
I sighed and leaned against him. “Okay.” It was the only word that was needed. It said a lot of things.
I understand.
I won’t ask again.
I trust you.
“Thank you,” Thor murmured.
