Page 3 of Thor
“What the fuck?” He hissed out.
I smirked, pleasure coiling tight inside me. My cock throbbed as I yanked down my zipper and pulled it out. “You said to spank you.”
“Fuck off,” he grumbled, but he spread his legs like he wanted me to fuckhim—not off.
I shoved him against the wall harder, and he groaned in pain.
“Fucker. You hurt my cheek.” Loki canted his body around to say something, but I slammed him against the house again and pressed my chest to his back. He gasped when I forced his cheek against the brick.
I whispered into his ear, “You think you’re so smart, Loki, teasing me like that. Riding that cock and looking at me while you did it. Did you enjoy it? Did you like fucking with me?”
He grunted and struggled as I twisted his arm behind his back. “You deserved it, you asshole.”
I pushed my hips against his, keeping him in place while I grabbed a chunk of his hair with my free hand, yanking him . He hissed but tilted his head back, so he was looking at me. The light from the window cast a glow across half his angelic face, and I took a short moment to appreciate his curved, full mouth, the carved cheekbones, and the sharp jaw. He was perfect. He was….
“You’re mine,” I said before I could stop myself.
He grinned. “I’m sorry. I didn’thearyou.”
I clutched his hair in my fist tighter, and his eyes widened, mouth parting in a gasped moan of pain. “You’re mine, Loki. From now on, no one fucking touches you but me. Do you understand?”
He trembled and tilted his hips back so his ass pressed more tightly against me. My cock nudged at his asscheek, and he rubbed himself against me.
“If you say so,” he whispered, brown eyes glinting knowingly. “But if I’m yours, you should at least fuck me.”
No, my brain shouted. Fuck, this was Loki, Odin’s adopted son. By fucking him, I’d risk everything. My position as vice president, my respect in the club. The Norse Lords MC was my home. Except… Loki’s allure was addicting, like a siren singing an irresistible song.
I shoved him tighter against the wall and spat into my palm. Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I hissed into his ear, “This stays a secret. It doesn’t leave here. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” He tiltted his hips back a little more. “Just do it. I’m already open. Stick it in.”
I shivered, hot tendrils of desire weaving their way through me and settling in my balls. My hard cock jerked as I grabbed ahold of the base and spread Loki’s ass. His hole was loose, begging for me, and there was nothing that could stop this now. I was going to fuck him.
I stared at his pale ass for a second, curvy and round, and the years of pushing him away and ignoring his flirting came crashing down around me. “Spread your ass,” I ordered roughly, leaving no room for argument.
He reached behind himself and grabbed his cheeks, pulling them apart so I could see his hole again. With one hand, I held my cock, guiding it to his entrance, and I gripped the back of his neck with the other, keeping him steady. I had no plans to go easy on him. If he wanted me, he’d get me.
I lined my uncut head at his hole and shoved inside, the welcoming warmth swallowing me. Heat pounded at my stomach and chest and I clenched my eyes closed as I sank into him.
He moaned, cursing low under his breath as I bottomed out inside him. “Fuck, you’re big.”
“You knew that,” I said, unable to keep the smugness from my tone. I grabbed his hips and started pumping in and out of him. There was nothing sweet about the way I fucked him. My thrusts were hard and fast, and my balls slapped against his skin with every push inside. He smacked his hand against the wall and spread his legs as much as the jeans around his ankles would allow.
“Fucking hell, Tobias.” A shiver sped through him, and I felt it under my hand that I’d laid on his back.
My real name meant little to me these days. He’d never called me Tobias before, but hearing it now ramped up my desire and need for him.
Loki was so damn breedable. His ass was delicious, supple, and his hole sucked me in like it was the abyss. His body was made for me, his hole created to be filled. His stomach was flat—tooslim—and I’d fantasized more than once about it swollen when I was in the bed alone. But those were fantasies I’d kept to myself. Not even Loki would understand the strange kink.
“You’re mine, Loki.” I reached around his hips to grasp his cock, jerking him off roughly at the same time I pumped into him. “Say it. Fucking say it, you little cut slut.”
Loki whimpered and groaned, mumbling my name between the noises he made. He rocked back against me, his slender body moving in coordination with mine. “I’m yours. Thor, I’m fucking yours.”
I reached around and grabbed his chin, yanking his head back. He inhaled in pain as I dipped two of my fingers into his mouth. “Suck them like it’s my cock.”
He groaned and shuddered but did what I told him to. His tongue swirled around the digits, and he sucked on them hard. Saliva coated my skin, and I decided maybe tomorrow, or later tonight, I’d test his blow job skills.
“Dirty little whore,” I whispered, thrusting inside him and finding his sweet spot. He whimpered and his cock jerked in my palm. His entire body went tense and sticky warmth on my hand told me he’d come.
I wasn’t far behind him. The tightness of his hole consumed me. The knowledge that this wasLokiand I’d finally given in, shot through me like a bullet. My balls drew higher and pleasure exploded in a series of fireworkss inside of me. Cum detonated from my slit, and I filled him up to the top.
I shuddered through my release, grabbing the back of his neck again and squeezing until I knew he’d have bruises in the shape of my fingers there. I muttered “fuck” too many times before everything I had overflowed inside of him. It took me biting down on my bottom lip to keep from saying what I really wanted to blurt, though. The words were there, on the tip of my tongue.You’re my breedable little bitch. I’m going to fill you until you’re round with my babies.
Loki wouldn’t understand. A very small number of guys would.
His laughter startled me back to reality. I glanced down at him. He had his head turned toward me, and I couldn’t see his expression very well because his face was in a shadow.
“I hope you meant it about me being yours,Tobias. Because we’re doing that again.”
Fuck, I was in trouble.
