Page 23 of Thor
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Thor
We lay there for an hour,enjoying the heat of each other’s bodies until we could no longer ignore how hard our dicks were. Loki’s poked my thigh, and he kept grinding himself against me.
I was only a man.
Soon I was on my back, Loki sitting on my dick and mounting me like a bull rider. He bounced up and down, his tight hole taking me in like a professional. His blond hair was a chaos of curls around his shoulders, but he’d never looked more beautiful than he did now with his ass hungrily consuming my dick into its tightness.
His moans and groans were the sweetest sounds I’d ever heard, and his nails made bloody art of my chest, scratching and leaving behind crescent shaped indents. So fucking glorious.
Shrill noise erupted from my phone, and Loki pinched my nipple, glaring. “Don’t even think about answering that fucking phone.”
I laughed, but it changed into a groan when he slammed his ass down onto my dick. “I have to. That’s Odin’s ringtone.”
He sighed, then smirked mischievously. “Then answer it, but I’m not going to stop riding you.” He locked his legs against my hips and continued to bounce, throwing his head back to reveal the long, sweet curve of his neck. Moaning, he wrapped his hand around his dick and tugged it.
I reached over for my phone on the bedside table. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t ignore it. Odin didn’t suffer fools or loose cannons, and not answering his calls meant a pissy president, something I didn’t want to deal with. I pressed my forefinger to my lips, signaling Loki to be quiet, and answered the call.
“Hey, Odin.” Clutching at Loki’s thigh, I glared at him when he gave me a wicked smile. He rolled his hips, and I sucked in a deep breath as the movement sent me deeper inside of him. Desire coiled itself in my stomach, my balls aching and ready for release.
“Did you get there?” Odin asked gruffly, sounding tired and irritated.
“We’re in Weed.” I chomped down on my bottom lip when Loki slammed himself on my dick, his hole squeezing around me. He tweaked my nipple, twisting, and I bit down even harder so I didn’t make a noise.
“How’s Loki? Giving you trouble?” There was a giggle on his end of the phone, then a feminine moan, and I sighed. Obviously Odin wasn’t as considerate and he was fucking a random pussy again, not being quiet about it either.
“Loki’s fine,” I answered, giving Loki a pointed look. He grinned and rolled his hips again, lazily stroking his erection. “He’s Loki.”
“Send him home if he’s causing problems. I know what he’s like. He enjoys pissing people off and starting fights.” Another giggle. The woman in the background screamed out Odin’s name, and he grunted.
Loki frowned, clearly hearing the words, then shrugged. We both knew it wasn’t a lie. The Raiders today was a perfect example of that. There was nothing more exciting to him than causing some chaos and walking away.
He leaned forward and placed his mouth on my neck, kissing up the length of flesh before nibbling at my pulse point, a place he knew I was sensitive. My dick twitched inside him, and I threw back my head, silently cursing him as he dug his teeth into my skin.
My dick and balls pulsed. I was so fucking close to coming it wasn’t funny.
“He’s fine,” I said, but my voice came out strangled.
“You all right, Thor?” Odin asked, the suspicion obvious in his tone. There was a whine on his side of the phone, and my guess is that he’d stopped thrusting into her.
“Daddy, please,” she whined.
“Who’ve you got there with you?” I asked, hoping for a change of topic. Loki sat back and made exaggerated gestures with his hands, fluttering them around his hair as though pretending to be one of the many women half Odin’s age he brought home, and I quietly laughed.
“Don’t you worry about that,” Odin answered, grunting. Another moan, then there was a scream.
I rolled my eyes. These women and their biker chasing pussies. Loki sat back and got to work, rising and falling on my hard dick. He spat in his hand and jerked himself in time with my thrusts as I shoved my hips up to meet him.
“Have you heard anything about the shipment fuck up?” I asked, holding back a moan when Loki twisted both my nipples. He scraped his fingers across my chest hard enough to leave red streaks behind and the scratcheshurtin all the right ways.
“No.” Odin groaned loudly and panted. I’d seen him fuck enough times to know the sound of him coming.
While he was orgasming, I focused on Loki. I pressed the phone between my ear and shoulder to hold it there and grabbed his hips. Digging my feet into the bed, I used the position to fuck up into him roughly. I hit the little bump inside him with every thrust upward and a too-loud moan slipped from his mouth. His eyes widened and he clamped a hand over his mouth.
“What was that?” Odin sighed, and I heard him tell the woman to get out in the background. I ignored their conversation. It was always the same. The biker slut would beg to give him another romp, and he’d tell her he wasn’t interested. She’d beg some more, and he’d get one of the boys to throw her out of the house. Sometimes, if they were a real floozy, if she got the right brother leading her out, she’d fuck him, too. “Hey, I asked you a question, Thor.”
Loki smirked and jerked himself off harder until he stiffened, back arching. Spunk sprayed from his slit, streaking across my chest, some landing on my chin. I was impressed by how quiet he was because usually Loki was loud as he chanted my name like a prayer.
