The Raiders hesitated and their president bent over, the screams ripping from his mouth painful. Ialmostfelt guilty. Almost. I didn’t take threats lightly.
I smiled toward them, offering them the most charming one I had in my arsenal. “Listen, I get it. We’re all bikers here. I’m in your territory without asking. But, boys, we’re only passing through. You could have just left it and no one would have gas in their eyes, right?”
Thor snorted and I thought I heard him mutter, “Crazy hot idiot.”
“How about we part ways like gentlemen? You get your pres and leave without causing any issues.Or, I could light him on fire. Whatever you choose.” I waved the lighter at them again.
They glared, but one of them grabbed their president around the waist and led him away toward their bikes. They got him on the back of a motorcycle and the multiple rumbles of engines filled the air. I didn’t drop the lighter back into my pocket until they were well out of sight.
“Do you have a death wish?” Thor asked with a shake of his head when I inserted the nozzle back in my tank and finished filling up.
I laughed. “I’m enjoying life. Is that so bad, lover?”
He groaned.
I was surprised no one had called the cops on me for dousing another guy in gas, but either they didn’t see or they didn’t care. The employees might have even been used to bikers. We left the station with only a few hours to go till Weed. My cock was hard at the thought of what Thor was going to do to me when we got to the motel. I wanted him to wreck my hole, fill me up like he promised. I’d fuck anywhere he wanted—on the bed, table, bathroom, against the wall. As long as I had his thick piece of meat in me, breeding my hole, I was a happy man.
We got to a small motel on the southside of Weed, and Thor led me into a parking spot that we shared with our bikes. He went into the lobby to get a room while I unhooked our bags. By the time he came out with an electronic key, I was ready to get fucked. The plug shifted against my prostate every time I bent over, and I might have done that more times than I needed so I could feel the zap of pleasure that went straight to my balls. My cock throbbed between my legs, begging for release.
The sun was low on the horizon and the moon was up already. The good thing about it being summer was that the light stuck around for longer and rose earlier. By the time we got going the next morning, we’d have some sun.
“Come on.” Thor led me to a bottom floor room and slid the key into the lock, and the sound of a beep echoed. He pushed open the door and stepped aside so I could go in first. I grinned at him and shook my ass in his direction as I slipped inside. It wasn’t anything fancy, with a queen-sized bed, a small table, a TV, and some bedside cabinets, but we didn’t need anything more than that.
I dropped the bags near the bed and spun toward him, grabbing my hard package in my jeans. “Should I get naked,Sir?”
“No.” Thor’s smirk went straight to my balls, making them throb. “I’m showering.”
I grinned. “Sex in the shower. I like it.”
His filthy smile had warning bells ringing in my head, and I knew what was coming before it happened. “No, Loki. You’re gonna stay here and think about how much you want me to fill you with my spunk.”
“But—”
“And, you’re not going to touch yourself. I’ll know if you’ve had your hand on your dick. Don’t even think about it.”
“That’s not fair.” I pouted and my ass landed on the bed. Glaring at him, I sighed. “Why am I being punished?”
“Because you invited yourself along.” He slid off his jacket, revealing those thick muscular arms under the short gray sleeves of his shirt. When he tugged off his top, the naked skin of his torso had my mouth watering.
The ink on his chest was black like the one on his neck, and it spread out across his left pec. The Norse Lords MC insignia tattoo permanently splashed across his skin like a warning: This man was dangerous. There was something thrilling knowing how much damage he could do and every time I saw that insignia, I had the urge to jump on his cock and ride him like I did my Ducati. The tattoo on his neck was more extensive though, crafted with an expertise not many artists I knew had. Tracing it with my tongue during the heated passion of sex was always fun. He’d told me the wolf was a metaphor for life—how violent it was and how easily it could be ripped from you. In a way, that same allegory reminded me of Thor. He was both violent and could easily take life.
My cock pulsed, pressing against my underwear and jeans insistently. “So now you have to wait until I’m ready to fuck you.”
It was torture when his fingers went to the button of his jeans and he unfastened them before slowly pulling down the zipper. The sounds of the teeth catching sent shivers along my spine. He pushed his jeans to his thighs, and his briefs went with them. His cock jumped, thick and flushed red at the head, begging to be drilled into me. Either my mouth or hole would do fine. But Thor smirked and kicked his boots off so he could step out of his jeans and underwear, leaving him nearly naked, except for his socks. They came off, too, though.
I bounced impatiently on the bed, fire and heat crackling in my gut like exploding gunpowder. “Are you seriously not going to let me touch you?” The whine in my voice should have embarrassed me, but fuck it. I wanted that cock.
His chest was dusted with blond hair, but it was so light that it was barely visible. His stomach was cut as sharply as the rest of his muscles, those washboard abs delicious to touch. Which he wasn’t allowing me to do right now.Asshole.
I went to stand, but he shook his head.
“If you attempt to touch me, Loki, I won’t fuck you at all tonight.” He smirked. He wasn’t just an asshole, he was afuckingasshole.
“You were the one who said you’d slide the plug out and fuck me.” I fell onto the bed on my back and kicked off my riding boots. Pressing my socked heels against the edge of the mattress, I spread my knees in a position that I loved Thor fucking me in. “Don’t you want to fill me up with your babies?”
“I will. When I’m ready.” He turned, giving me a view of that firm ass. “Don’t pull out that plug until I’m ready to slide in, Loki.” Then he was gone into the bathroom.
He didn’t bother closing the door, but I assumed he’d done that on purpose. From this spot, I could see him step into the glass shower and turn on the knobs. Water shot from the showerhead and sluiced over the ridges of his body to run down the length of his shoulders, arms, back, and over his ass. Need spiked through me, landing straight in my balls. I wanted him, but I was stuck here on the bed like a voyeur as he washed himself. He wasn’t shy, cupping his balls and giving himself a few tugs. I could see his cock jerk from here, and mine reacted the same way.
