“That’s never stopped you before. Turn. Now.” His voice went deeper. The dominance in his expression and words had me trembling as I spun around and unbuckled my belt with shaky fingers.
Excitement was like an explosion of fireworks inside me, and it was difficult to keep still. I shoved my jeans down to my knees and arched forward, palms flat against the wall.
He pressed his chest to my back, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered, “When we get to the hotel tonight, I’m going to slip the plug out and then shove myself balls deep into your tight little hole and fill you to the brim with my cum. You’re going to be so full of spunk, we’re going to find out if you’re like your namesake. See if we can get you pregnant.”
I snorted before I could stop myself. “The god of mischief Loki shapeshifted into a horse, that’s how he got pregnant. And I’m not taking a horse cock inside me, just so you know. And I’m also not giving birth to an eight-legged horse.”
The sharp sting of his palm meeting my ass had me gasping in shock and rearing forward, my painfully hard cock meeting the cold tile wall of the bathroom.
“Don’t talk back. If I say I’m going to impregnate you, Loki, I’ll fucking do it.”
This was interesting. He’d talked about filling me up numerous times while we’d fucked, but the baby thing was new. In the time we’d been fucking, he’d never said anything about kids. Not that I could get pregnant, but the fantasy was certainly intriguing. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled teasingly. “Yes, Daddy. How many babies do you want to put in me?”
Another slap, this time even harder than the first. The cool air made the sting worse, and a tremble crept down my spine.
“Don’t call me that. I’m not Odin. Call me… Sir.” His breath was at my ear again. “I’ll keep you full of my cum until you keep popping out my babies.”
“Oh.Oh.” I exhaled when he pressed his clothed and very hard cock against my ass, and I rocked back against him. “When can we start?”
Thor laughed and kissed the curve of my ear. The sound of a package dropping to the floor had me sucking in a deep breath before the lubed buttplug was at my hole, pushing past the tight ring. My ass swallowed it up like a greedy whore, and I moaned.
Pleasure rippled through me and my cock throbbed, precum leaking at my slit. Sweat clung to my forehead as I rocked back against the intruding object. It was a shame it wasn’t Thor’s thick meat, but I could wait until tonight. I hoped. I was ready to bust and it was only a fucking plug in my hole.
“Mm. Beautiful.” Thor placed a kiss on my neck, right over my pulse point, and I shuddered.
“You’re cruel,” I whispered, barely able to find words to speak as my mind short circuited from need. My balls ached and my cock jerked.
“Maybe you’ll learn to keep that pretty mouth shut.” He chuckled like he didn’t believe I’d do it. I knew Thor. No, I knewTobias, the real man behind the mask of the biker. Or at least, I knew him as much as anyone who hadn’t met him as a child could. I didn’t know about his past, but I knew about his desires, what made him tick, what he wanted in life.
He was mine.
I groaned and turned my head, raising my chin toward him. He kissed me hard, his mouth devouring mine. I couldn’t stop a whimper from sliding out between my lips, even if I’d wanted to, because he knew exactly what I needed.
The door jerked open. “What the fuck?” The masculine, hostile voice wasn’t distracting enough to rip me from Thor’s lips, at least not until he said, “You fa—”
Thor and I moved at the same time, reaching into our jackets respectively, yanking out our handguns, and pointing them in his direction. I finally focused on our visitor. He was a big man with a bald head, beady eyes, and a thin mouth. His face was twisted in disgust, but the moment his gaze met our guns, he blanched and took a step back.
“I wouldn’t finish that sentence,” Thor growled out, fury warping his handsome face. “Leave or we’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”
“Nah, I’ll go for his cock,” I said, lowering the aim of my gun to his crotch. He looked like one of those wannabe bikers, dressed in all leather, including the black bandana he wore around his neck. “It’s a small target, but I’m a good shot.”
The stranger stepped back, then spun on his heel, rushing back out the way he’d come with the door swinging behind him.
Thor snorted and returned his gun to the holster inside his jacket, and I did the same. He slapped my ass lightly and went to his knees. The plug shifted with every pat to my cheek, but when he tongued the outer rim of my hole, my knees shook so hard I thought I’d collapse on his face. I was sure he wouldn’t mind being suffocated like that, though.
He wasn’t down there for long. A few licks and kisses to my hole and cheeks and then he was on his feet again. “Come on. Let’s go eat.”
“Don’t you want to eatmefirst?” I gave him my most mischievous smile and earned a harder slap to the ass as response. Yanking up my underwear and jeans again, I sighed. “You’re a fucking tease.”
“Told you. I’m getting you ready for tonight.” He carded his fingers through his hair and grinned.
“Yeah, but I have to drive ten hours like this.”
“And the rest.” He laughed. The fucking bastard. “Come on, Mary Beth will have bought our drinks by now.”
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An hour later, after food and a good conversation about the Souls and other Lords’ issues, we were back on the road with full bellies. Thor was always happiest when he’d eaten a delicious meal. .
