5
Loki
Thor’s tearstasted like salt and pain, and I needed to taste them again. I never liked to see him hurt, like he had at the restaurant, but if he did want to cry and let go of what he was feeling, I needed to be with him to give him comfort. If letting him pound my hole also helped, I wasn’t going to complain. Right now, his cock was stretching me open roughly with the force of his thrusts, his balls slapping against my skin with every snap of his hips. I held on for the ride, closing my eyes and whimpering every time the head of his meat pegged my prostate. Ripples of pleasure swirled through me.
“Tell me,” he said, sinking his teeth into my shoulder near my neck.
I groaned, nails digging into the flesh of his back. “Make me.”
He growled and pounded into me harder, causing my vision to blur. My cock was on fire—hard as it could get. “Tell me you’remine.”
I laughed, but the sound warped into a whine when he slammed into the sensitive spot inside me again.
“Tell me you want me to breed your hole, that you want my spunk in you all day tomorrow.” He mouthed the spot he’d bitten before he slid his tongue over my collarbone.
Shivering, I screwed my eyes shut as I scraped my nails down his back hard enough to leave a red welt behind. I bit down on my lip because every instinct told me to give him what he wanted, topleasehim, but I also liked to see what he’d do if I resisted his orders. “No.”
I didn’t think it was possible for him to slam into my hole any rougher, but I’d been wrong. This was war and he wasn’t fighting it with half an arsenal. He brought the whole shebang, and in this circumstance, that was his strength and cock.
He mouthed my neck, licking up the column, and I trembled with need. I wanted to come so badly, but I couldn’t. Not yet. “Tell me or you’ll regret it.”
“What are you going to do?” I teased, but it had been the wrong thing to say.
Thor stopped completely and yanked his cock out of my hole, the head pulling at the ring of my ass as he went. He stood from the bed, and I gaped at him when he wrapped a hand around his cock, tugging it. His smirk was dangerous. Fear curled in the pit of my stomach as he moved toward me. He pressed his knees into the bed on either side of my waist, and I frowned.
“What are you doing?” I whispered. My cock throbbed, jerking at how close his meat was to me.
“Teaching you a lesson.” He grabbed his cock and waved it at me. “If you touch yourself, if you come, I’ll send you home.”
“You can’t do that!”
“I can and I will.” His voice went deeper, the gruff tone I loved hearing in and out of bed causing a shiver to run down my spine. “All I need to tell Odin is that you threatened one of the people in town, and he’ll be okay with it. He did give me permission to send you back if I needed.”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “You’re a cheat.”
“And you should have told me what I wanted to hear.” He shuffled closer until his cock was near my mouth. I opened my lips obediently, but he shook his head with his mouth curled up on one side. “No. You don’t get to taste me, either.”
“What?” Frowning, I went to grab my chubby, then stopped when he reached back to slap my thigh.
“Don’t touch, Loki. I mean it.” He curled his fingers around his cock and tugged gently. His foreskin moved with his hand, gathering over the head, then sliding back with his palm.
My mouth watered and I licked my lips. “I’m sorry.”
His laughter worked its way down to my balls like an electric shock. “Too late. Lie there and take it.”
Take what?I didn’t have to ask, though. He raised himself on his knees and locked his legs against my upper arms so they were pressed against my body. He stared down at me with a heated expression and reached over to grab the lube from the bed. After opening the bottle, he squeezed more onto his cock, then threw it aside and started jerking off. He wasn’t slow about it, either. He fucked his hand as though it was my hole, his eyes shut tightly as he rocked his hips. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
Thor’s abs twitched with every thrust forward, his muscles contracting on his stomach, arms, and thighs, and I wanted to reach out and touch him, feel them under my hand, but I was trapped—exactly how he wanted.
It didn’t take him long before he groaned, stiffened, and cum shot from the slit of his cock, painting strings of his nut juice across my chest and face. I groaned, tilted my chin up, and opened my mouth, hoping to catch some of his taste on my tongue, but most missed, splattering across my nose and forehead instead. But Thor wasn’tthatcruel and he shoved his leaking, softening cock into my mouth. I moaned as I sucked on his head, lapping up whatever spunk was left at the tip.
My hips jerked upward as I searched for any friction on my cock, but I was only met with the cool air.
“My pretty boy,” he murmured, running his knuckles down my face as I sucked on him greedily. “You were born for my dick.”
“Mm.” I fluttered my lashes up at him and gave him a pleading look. When I popped his cock out of my mouth, I smiled sweetly. “Please let me get off?”
He stared, and I waited patiently. “Didn’t I tell you to call me Sir?”
