Page 33 of Thor
I blinked, surprise filtering through me. “What?”
“Sir.” He smirked and warmth spread in my belly.Fuck, that was hot. I’d heard the women call Odin “Daddy” all the time, and I’d never given it a second thought, but I’d never looked at Thor and thought of him as Sir. I thought he’d been joking before. But now, as I stared up at him and pondered calling him that, more blood than I thought possible flooded my cock. My balls were beyond painful as they throbbed.
I licked my dry lips and dug my feet into the bed. “Is that what you’re into?”
Thor’s expression shifted from concern to resolve. Sweat clung to his forehead and dampened his hair, and he looked amazing like this. I wanted to lick the salt off his skin. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” I tilted my head and dragged my arms out from their prison. Running a hand up his stomach, I watched his muscles quiver under my fingers and palm. His soft cock lay against my chin, sucked dry. “Tell me what you fantasize about. When you look at me, what do you want to do with me, Thor?”
“Everything,” he said, gaze heating up.
My cock ached, my balls snuggling closer to my body. I needed to come badly, but I alsowantedto know what turned him on. “Do you enjoy us having sex?”
“You don’t need to ask that.” He slid his thumb over my upper lip, and I caught it in my mouth, sucking like I had his cock. “You only have to look at me, Loki, and I get wood.”
“Yeah?” Pride swelled in my chest as I brushed my hand across his left nipple, pausing to pinch the nub. He groaned and his dick twitched against my chin. “What else? What have you always thought about doing to me? Why do you want me to call you Sir? Names like that are Odin’s thing.”
He swept his thumb over my eyebrow and down my face. “Because I want to fill you until you’re dripping with my spunk. I want to see your stomach grow round, and I want to dominate you. I’m not a Daddy. I’m not Odin. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to submit to me. Let me own you.”
I frowned, intrigued. “You said when we get home, you’ll have a night with me. What would you do to me?”
He snorted and went to move, but I grabbed his thighs, digging my nails into his flesh.
“Tell me, Sir.”
The pet name had him freezing and he grunted, his cock twitching again, growing harder by the second. He sat his ass on my chest, and while it was slightly painful to breathe, he was also a comfortable weight that had me nearly busting my balls. I wassoclose. I needed him inside me again.
“You’ve seen me cry and you haven’t run for the hills. You know I murdered my best friend, and you still haven’t disappeared—”
“Eh. Murder is subjective.”
He laughed and his face lit up as he shook his head. “This might make you race home. It’s weird.”
“Fantasy and kinks aren’tweird. They’re what get us off.” I shrugged and scraped my nails down his thighs. “Tell me what you want to do with me. Please, Sir.”
He sighed and glided his thumb across my Adam’s apple, wrapping his fingers around my throat with just enough pressure to have me shuddering in pleasure. My orgasm teased me, coiling simultaneously in my balls and belly.
“When I dated Dana—”
I winced at the mention of his ex. She was stunning, and I could see why he’d been with her.
“I fantasized about the idea of impregnating her. Of having children with her.” He stared down at me like a hungry man. I loved those blue depths of his. “I imagined taking off my condom and filling her with my spunk until her body had no choice but to accept what I was offering and swell with a child.”
“You had a pregnancy kink?” I asked, surprised.
He shook his head. “I don’t think so. I mean,fuck, I’d love kids one day, to have a family, but I don’t think pregnancy is hot. It was more… the idea of filling her up and pretending I’d gotten her pregnant. She never let me… without a condom anyway.” His cock twitched when I licked at it, tonguing his slit. “It was strange because when I realized I preferred dick, I didn’t understand how that kind of fantasy worked. How could I be gay but fucking love the idea of knocking someone up?”
It wasstrangein that I’d never heard of a kink like it, but it wasn’t bad. My cock sure liked the idea. I was ready to bust a nut any time, teetering on the edge of no return.
“But it’s a thing. I looked it up on a forum. Gay guys like it, too. It’s called a breeding kink.” He shrugged and grabbed his cock, swiping the hooded head over my bottom lip to tease me.
“So what would you do to me?” I whispered seductively, opening my mouth and hoping he’d slip inside again. I wasn’t disappointed. His cock was warm against my tongue as I suckled on it slowly.
“I’d fill you up until you were dripping, then plug your ass so none of my spunk could escape. I’d pay attention to your stomach, imagine you growing a baby in there. Some guys even get their partners pregnancy bellies.”
My eyes widened as I sucked on him harder.
“Would you like that?” he whispered, brushing his thumb over my jaw. “Would you like to pretend I got you knocked up, baby? Fucked you so hard that you were dripping with my cum?”
