Page 53 of Thor
“Be a good boy,” I purred out, pressing a brief kiss against the red mark my hand left behind on his pale flesh. Even under the shitty lights, he was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. From his rounded innocent face that could trick even the most accomplished people to the long, slim lines of his body, he gave models a run for their money.
He spread his legs and buried his face in his arms. “Please. Fuck.”
“I’m going to let you feed me,” I whispered, placing another kiss on his cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I could feast on you all night.”
He shivered and moaned, spreading his legs and bending his knees against the side of the pool. “Stop talking and eat me, then.”
I hummed and grabbed both cheeks, squeezing and spreading him apart. His hole was barely visible in the flickering lights, but they cast a godly glow over the long stretch of his back. “Don’t you want to hear how beautiful you look like this?” I whispered, dragging my tongue over the goose bumps that erupted across the skin of his ass. “So fucking delicious. I want to eat you up. You’re a meal on legs.”
Loki shivered and reached behind himself, but I grabbed his hand, entwining our fingers.
“Tell me how much you want this,” I murmured. My cock throbbed between my legs, even as the quickly warming water lapped at my body. Tonight was the perfect night for sex outside—humid and hot. There was screaming in one of the rooms farther away from us and a slamming door, but otherwise the small motel was so quiet I could hear the sharp breaths leaving Loki.
“Don’t make me beg,” he said, voice barely audible as he spoke softly.
“I like hearing you.” I chomped down on his left cheek hard enough to leave the indents of my teeth, and he hissed, jerking forward.
He sighed and shuddered. “Please.”
“Please what?” With my thumb, I traced the bite mark I’d left behind. Pleasure simmered inside me like boiling water, ready to overflow. “You’re so beautiful when you beg. You make me so hard. I’m so fucking proud of everything you do, Loki. So fucking proud.”
His trembles grew fiercer, and I smiled. I loved that I’d dragged this kind of reaction out of him.
“Please eat me out. Feast on me. Devour me.Please, Thor. Fuck. I need it so bad.” He spread his legs farther and lifted his hips, reaching underneath himself to push his fat cock from where it was trapped against the cement to over the edge of the pool between his legs.
I slid a finger down the length of his cock, and he moaned when I dug a nail gently into the sensitive skin around the head. My tongue traced the same path my finger had taken, and the noises he made grew louder. “So fucking beautiful.”
I released the hand I’d been holding and spread his cheeks again, going in for the feast I’d been promised. I licked at his hole, the clean taste of his skin and soap lingering on my tongue. My cock twitched, the need to get inside his heat driving blood south. Between the moans that escaped his mouth and his taste on my tongue, I wanted to own him and claim him and breed him.
He was mine.
I shoved my tongue into his hole, the ring of muscle giving way to my probing.
“Oh fuck. Fuck.” His back arched, and I pressed a splayed hand against his spine, pushing him down.
I ate at him like my life depended on it, sucking and nibbling until he was a wriggling mess that was begging me to fuck him. My cock was so hard I thought it’d explode from merely tasting the goods offered up to me. It took all my effort not to come right then and there.
With another bite on the inside of his cheek, I backed away. “Want me to fuck you, baby?”
He groaned and whimpered out, “Yes, please.”
“We don’t have lube.”
He kicked at me, and I fell back into the water as he shoved himself to his feet on the edge. He glanced back at me with a wicked smile that had my balls throbbing. “I’ll be back.”
Then he was gone into the darkness and all I could do was wait. I swam some laps of the small pool, willing my cock to settle down, but doing freestyle while I was hard as handlebars wasn’t helping, so I stopped near the steps.
When he finally came back, he had an excited spring in his step and his blond curls were tied up into a bun at the back of his head. His naked skin gleamed, his cock bouncing between his thighs as he waved the bottle of lube at me.
“Took you long enough,” I said with a chuckle. “I thought you were going to leave me here.”
His lyrical laugh sent sizzles of pleasure through me. “Never.” He took the steps until his feet hit the bottom of the pool, the water rippling around him, and stopped beside me. “How are we doing this, Sir?”
I rolled my eyes and grasped his arm, dragging him up two steps and throwing him against the edge again. I yanked at his leg, arranging him how I wanted him, and he let me move him around like the perfect submissive man he was. When it came to sex, he wanted to be led, told what to do, and that’s what I excelled at.
“Lube.” I held out my hand, and he reached behind himself to give it to me. I flicked the lid open and squeezed some onto my fingers.
Goose bumps spread across his body as I slid my fingers down the length of his back. With the lubed digits, I took my time to prepare him. I stretched him until he was a writhing mess, begging me to fuck him. The whimpers that left his mouth worked their way straight to my cock, and every muscle in my body was fraught with the urge to drive myself into him and stay there buried inside his addicting heat.
