Page 21 of Thor
I ran a palm over my hard cock and sighed. This was fucking torture and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. He was the only one, other than Odin, I actually listened to. I could have stuck my hand in my pants and jerked myself off, but my mind wouldn’t let me. I wanted to please him. Ineededto make him happy.
Clenching my eyes closed, I thought about something else. Anything that didn’t revolve around Thor’s cock and the way his hips moved, but I failed. He lived behind my closed eyelids as well—the fine piece of art that was his body, the way he rocked his hips as he drilled into me. It was a fantasy I’d never get out of my head, even though I’d actually participated in the fucking multiple times.
When the shower finally turned off, my cock hadn’t dwindled like I’d hoped. If anything, it was harder than ever.
“Are you all right there, Loki?” His voice dropped in tenor, and I shivered, forcing my eyes open to stare at his glimmering chest. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but beads of water slid down the mounds of his muscles. I licked my lips, imagining myself chasing them with my tongue. His hair was dark, still wet, and the smirk on his mouth said he was still in a teasing mood.
I groaned. “I want you to fuck me. Please. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Whatever?” Intrigue laced his tone as he stepped forward and unhooked the towel from his waist, letting it fall to the floor. His cock jumped, the head rosy and veins prominent. He was uncut, which was unusual and not something I’d seen in many guys I’d fucked before, but I fucking loved how the foreskin pulled back when he was horny.
“Whatever,” I agreed, sitting upright and palming myself. “Tell me what you want.”
Thor turned thoughtful, pursing his lips. “One night, let me do anything I want to you. I’m not talking about vanilla fucking, either, Loki.”
Interest had me straightening. We weren’t exactly vanilla in the way we had sex. He was rough and brutal, leaving marks on my body and claiming ownership over me, but there had never been a point where he’d told me he was interested in any kind of kink. Maybe I didn’t know him as much as I thought I did.
“What would you want to do with me?” I whispered, giving myself a squeeze.
His eyes darkened, pupils widening. “That’d be a surprise. I’d give you a safeword if you wanted to back out. It’s not dangerous, but I wouldn’t ask you to do anything you didn’t want to do. You’re too important to me.”
“Yeah?” I stood swiftly and reached him, expecting him to order me back on the bed, but he curled his arms around me instead and stared at me like he wanted to eat me. “Will it hurt?”
“No, you’ll love it.” He touched his nose with mine and my heart raced, slamming against my ribs and leaving me breathless. The way he looked at me made me feel divine, like I was actually Loki, the god of mischief.
“Have you been holding out on me, Tobias?” I pressed my mouth to his and cradled his face in my hands, his beard scratching my palms. He kissed back roughly, tongue shoving into my mouth and cock tapping me on the belly. His presence overwhelmed me and all I wanted to do was stay here and never leave. Just me and him. No one else mattered. “What are you hiding?”
He shook his head. “When we get back to Pleasant Beach, I’ll show you. If you agree to let me do whatever I want to you.”
I didn’t have to think about it. “I’m yours. Do what you want with me. Fuck, Tobias, I’ve been yours since the moment you became a Lord. I wanted to marry you.”
He chuckled and his eyes slipped closed. “I know. I remember.”
Heat flooded my cheeks and I joined in with his laughter. “I was socially challenged back then. I didn’t know it was weird to ask you to be my husband.”
“You’re still socially challenged. I don’t think soaking someone with gas is the normal thing to do, Loki,” he whispered, staring at me with enough fire to set me alight. I felt like I was the center of his world, the only one he wanted to look at.
My toes curled and excitement raced through me. “Can you fuck me now? I’ll even ask nicely.Please.”
He grinned, his mouth bending upward so tenderly that I would have melted to the floor if he didn’t have his arms around my waist, holding me up. “Get naked.”
My heart raced. I pushed away and threw off my jacket, not caring where it landed. My shirt, pants, underwear, and socks were off just as fast, and with every movement I made, the plug tugged at my asshole and nudged my prostate. My cock bounced, and I gave it a quick stroke, but let go when Thor gave me a pointed look.
“On the bed on your stomach. Lift that ass up for me so I can slide into you nice and easily.” He curled his fingers around the base of his cock and stroked upward, his foreskin moving with his hand.
I let out a breath and fell face first onto the mattress like he’d ordered, bowing my back and presenting him my ass like an animal in heat. The cool breeze of the air conditioning teased my asscheeks, raising goose bumps across my naked flesh. I buried my face against the bed and gathered a pillow underneath me.
A light touch of his fingers across my right cheek had me shuddering in desire. He traced the curve of my ass until he pressed against the base of the plug, shoving it in a little deeper until it was nudging at my prostate even harder. I gasped and pushed back against him.
“Tobias. Fuck me.”
I rocked back toward him, and when he grabbed the plug, yanking it out, I whimpered.
He shifted, and I watched him from the corner of my eye as he went to his bag and opened a zipper, pulling out a small tube of lube. When he returned to the bed, he slapped my left cheek hard enough to leave behind a stinging wave of pleasure that settled in my balls. I squashed my face back into the bed and cuddled the pillow closer to my chest, rocking backward, hoping to get more of his touches. I didn’t have to wait long. I hadn’t even known his cock was at my hole until he grabbed my cheeks, spread them, and shoved inside me without remorse.
His cock was fatter than the plug and quick, sharp spikes of pain shot through me as he thrust until he was balls deep, just like he’d promised he would this morning. The head of his cock hit my prostate and pleasure overtook the pain, sending me flying higher than a bump of cocaine. He curled his arms around my chest, tugging my back against him as he began to thrust. Thor never did anything slow, and his fucking was no different. He pounded me like a man possessed, tweaking my nipples until they hurt. Between the thrusting in my ass and the attention on my tits, I was ready to bust my nut.
My balls ached, my cock leaked precum, and my belly quivered. No one had ever gotten me off as fast as Thor could, and no one could turn me on as quickly, either. I was his in every way. He’d ruined me for anyone else.
