“Stay here, Loki.”
“No.” I raised my chin and grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into the smooth leather of his jacket. “No. I’m coming with you. You need support.”
“I have support. My family will be there.” Something flashed in his eyes and my gut churned.
“You haven’t mentioned them once since you joined the club. Not once. They don’t sound like the kind of backup you need. So you can shove it because I’m coming with you.” It didn’t hurt that I would learn more about Thor, too. The most I really knew about him was that his name was Tobias Langley and he was from Washington. I didn’t even know what part of the state he’d lived in. He’d kept his real self hidden from the world, including me.
He snorted out a rough laugh and went to step back, but I grabbed him, holding him against me. He sighed and hooked his fingers at my back again, like he realized he wasn’t going to win against me about this. “It’s two days of driving with traffic.”
“So?” I smiled sweetly at him. “We could get a motel room for a night. Fuck as loud as we want. And since when does traffic matter? We drive longer than that on runs.”
He chuckled and dipped his head forward, capturing my mouth in his and nipping at my bottom lip until it hurt. This was the Thor I knew. He’d sooner have me bleeding and my hole abused before he’d kiss me gently and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, andthat’s how I liked it.
“I’d need to talk to Odin first. Get permission to leave for a week or so.”
“He wouldn’t say no,” I said, gripping at his arms tighter and rutting against his hardening cock. The outline of his erection in his jeans told me he wasn’t wearing underwear, and my mouth watered with the need to get to my knees and take him down my throat until he bred it before he did the same to my ass. I’d never had a guy with a cock like Thor’s. He wasn’t massively long, but he was thick and knew how to use it. “You’ve never asked for time away, and we can get the guys to replace us for shifts at the Night Garden.”
“I know.” He smirked as if he’d guessed what I was thinking about and unlocked his arms from around me, placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing down. I went to my knees without a fuss and grinned wickedly up at him.
“Is there something you want?” I teased, fingers already at his belt and unbuckling it. I glanced around the room. Whenever we fucked, we did it against the side of the house, or if everyone was sleeping or in a drunk slumber, we’d do it in his room. We’dneverdone it in Odin’s office. I suspected Odin would be madder at us for fucking in his office than the fact we were actually fucking, but that only had my cock jumping in the confines of my underwear. The forbiddenness of what we were doing ramped up my desire.
He grabbed my curls and yanked, and I gasped, walking on my knees as he stepped back toward Odin’s desk until his ass hit the edge. The burn on my scalp sent shivers down my spine, and I moaned when he gave an extra tug just for the sake of it.
He tapped his trapped cock. “You’re just like those cut sluts, aren’t you? Dirty little whore who needs my cock. Suck it and swallow every bit of cream I have for you. Let me breed your throat.”
I moaned like the needy whore he claimed I was and jerked at the belt I’d unbuckled, tugging it out of the loops and throwing it over my shoulder. I worked on the button and zipper next, and when I had them undone, I hauled his jeans down to his thighs, his cock springing free and bouncing from its jailbreak.
My mouth watered and I curled my fingers around the base of his thick meat, not wasting time. I wanted that cream he’d so generously offered. I took him into my mouth, sucking on the head. He tasted salty, and I tongued at his slit, dipping the tip into him. He groaned, sliding his fingers through my hair and grabbing a handful.
I didn’t look up at him, focused on his cock, but I imagined he was making the face he always did—his mouth twisted, lashes fluttering closed over his stunning blue eyes, jaw tight.
“Fuck yeah, baby.” He yanked my hair, and I gasped. “Don’t tease me. Swallow my cock.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I took him entirely in my mouth until he touched the back of my throat and relaxed my gag reflex as much as I could. His grip on my hair tightened, a warning sign that he was about to fuck my mouth. All I could ever do was relax and hold on.
I grasped his thighs, the hair tickling my palms as I closed my eyes and settled comfortably on my knees. He spread his legs, and excitement coiled in my stomach and balls, and then he drilled forward. His cockhead jammed into the back of my throat as he began his assault, and all I could do was let him have his way with me. He fucked like a man possessed, and by the end of this blow job, I’d have a bruised throat, I was sure of it.
He yanked at my hair, thrust forward, and cursed my name at the same time as he fucked into me. The desk rattled, and I peeked at the door from the corner of my eye because it was still wide open with the light from the foyer coming through, but no one was there. The music from the barroom continued to pound.
Thor wasn’t merciful, and even if I could beg and wanted to, he wouldn’t have slowed down. He wanted to feed me any way he could, give me the nut cream he’d offered me, and I wanted that, too. I wanted to have a belly full of his cum before he filled my ass.
I moaned around his hard flesh, opening my mouth wider. My jaw throbbed and so did my cock. I wanted to pull it out and tug myself off, but I didn’t think I’d last long, and I needed him to fuck my hole until it was gaping and flushed red from his cock.
As though he could read my mind, Thor wrenched my hair and my scalp stung as I rushed to get to my feet like he was signaling me to do, his delicious cock falling out of my mouth. Even though my throat hurt, I wanted to get his meat back inside me, and I pouted.
“You promised me cream,” I muttered, and he laughed, shoving me face first against the desk. My hand hit something, and whatever it was tipped off the desk and clattered across the floor. I stilled, waiting for the inevitable moment when Odin walked in the door and kicked our asses, but nothing happened.
“I’m going to give you it,” Thor whispered, his breath dancing across my ear and making me shiver. His chest pressed against my back, and his heavy cock tapped at my jean covered ass. “You’re going to get it so deep in your hole you’ll still be able to taste it.”
I gulped, pleasure zipping through me and landing straight in my balls. “Please.”
He grunted out a laugh and reached around my waist, unbuttoning and unzipping my fly. He tugged my jeans down my thighs. His hand pressed to the middle of my shoulders, shoving my chest hard against the desk. Something dug into my right pec, maybe a pen, and it hurt like a bitch. I was too fraught with desire to care. IneededThor’s cock inside me.
The sound of spitting had me inhaling deeply. That meant he didn’t have lube, that he was only going to use his saliva, and I was both excited and dreading it all at once. Spit meant more of a burning sensation, a rougher ride, and my cock loved the thought because it jerked, slapping me on the stomach.
He shoved my shirt up my back, and I glanced over my shoulder, wishing I could see him better, but all I got was the glow of his outline from the light that filtered in from the door. The floor lamp did jackshit in helping me see from this angle, and the moon had since receded, probably hidden behind clouds.
He didn’t prepare me, didn’t fuck my ass with a finger like he sometimes did when he was playful, which meant he was too horny. He couldn’t wait. He wanted inside me. I felt the same way. I craved him like a thirsty man would water.
