My cock throbbed as he moved on to the next nipple. As tempted as I was to ask him to fuck me, I wouldn’t rush him. If Thor promised to take his time with me, he would, no matter how much I begged. Tonight, I was his slave in every way, bound to suffer—or enjoy—every suck and kiss of his mouth as he explored my body.
He tickled his fingers up my ribs, and I trembled, letting out a harsh, shaky breath. A month or so back, my ribcage was still sore and even though they twinged every so often, they felt a lot better.
“I’m ticklish,” I gasped.
He raised his head to grin. “I know.”
Then he attacked my left nipple again, catching it between his teeth and tugging on it. Sizzles of desire wormed through me and curled in the pit of my stomach, my balls growing heavy as I let him torture me in every way possible. I’d stupidly expected him to tease for only a short while, but it had to have been half an hour of his nipple torment before hefinallymoved lower. Even though it was mild agony, I could see why he’d given me the safeword. I’d been so close to begging him to stop, but I wouldn’t have meant it. I wanted him to keep going. A safeword was a sure way of saying I was done. Spent.
He dragged his tongue down my stomach and to my belly button, stopping to cup my sides with his hands. “Loki, stick out your stomach for me. Show me the swell of what I’ve done to you.”
My nipples hurt, red and swollen from his attention, but my cock was still hard as a baseball bat. The pain blended with the pleasure. I took a deep breath and pushed out my stomach the best I could. It wasn’t something I could hold for long, especially as a twinge began in my ribs, but I’d try. Only for Thor.
He tickled his fingers across the expanse of my stomach, over the scar that the gash from the accident had left behind, nails scraping across my skin and eliciting more shivers from me. His mouth followed as he kissed across my flesh, and it was a strange dance between his lips, tongue, and fingers. In this moment, I washisgod, someone he was worshipping.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, mouthing the skin near my belly button. “So fertile and beautiful.”
“Then fuck me,” I said, hoping he could hear me through the fog of blissfulness. “Fill me with your seed until I’m overflowing.”
Thor’s nails dug into my belly. “Fuck.”
“Please. Tobias, please. I need you in me now.” I spread my legs and bent my knees, pushing my cock up toward him. “It’s been too long.”
His mouth curved to one side. “I told you I’m going to take my time and explore every inch of your skin.” He slid his hands down lower until they were at my belt, unbuckling it. “I’m going to bite and suck your flesh until you know who you belong to.”
I trembled and my toes curled against the bed. “Then do it.”
The look he gave me burrowed deep inside my bones—a dangerous glint that promised me hewoulddo it. He tugged the belt out of my jeans and threw it on the floor, but once he popped the button and tugged the zipper down, he paused, eyes focused on my lack of underwear as my cock bounced out from its prison.
He raised his eyebrows at me.
I grinned, unashamed. “I knew what I wanted and what you were going to give me.”
“You’re confident.” His smirk said he liked it. A lot. He patted my stomach again, the rough skin of his palm still gentle. “Stomach. Out.”
“We need to find another way to do this,” I said with a laugh, puffing out my belly as much as I could. “I can’t hold it for long.”
“This will do.” He brushed his hands across my stomach, learning my upper body like it was a map he needed to know by heart. “So fucking beautiful. So ripe.”
“Then take me,” I begged, touching my foot against the back of his ass. I wasn’t pushy about shoving him forward with it, but I let him know what I wanted. Him. Always him. “Fuck me until I swell, until you breed my hole.”
He laughed, but the sound came out strangled. Pressing a hand into the mattress beside my head, he leaned down to claim my mouth. We kissed until I couldn’t breathe, then he pulled away, leaving me a panting mess. He nipped at my lower lip and worked his way down again. This time, he left those marks he’d promised. He bit and sucked, his teeth working carvings of themselves into my flesh. I arched into every bite, begging and whimpering like the whore I was with him.
By the time he got to my cock, I was a writhing mess.
“Please. Fuck. Don’t do this to me, Tobias. Fuck me.” I spread my legs as wide as my tight jeans would allow me, my cock slapping against my lower belly, leaving behind traces of precum.
He licked at my stomach, catching my precum on his tongue and swallowing it. “Mm. Delicious.”
I arched up, but he shoved me back down on the bed. He bit hard on my stomach, to the right of my belly button—close to my scar—and I gasped as pain echoed through me, followed swiftly by the desire.
He stood from the bed and my gaze slid to him. I watched as he grabbed lube from his bedside drawer and rid himself of his clothes. All of them. There was no finesse to the way he undressed. He wanted me, and he was as desperate as I was.
My jeans were yanked down my legs and thrown over his shoulder before he slid back on the bed, his rock-hard cock bouncing as he positioned himself between my knees. Flipping open the lid of the lube, he grinned. “Are you ready to be claimed? Bred like the cut slut you are? My cut slut.”
I whimpered. Moaned. Fuck, I didn’t even know what I did, all I knew is that I wanted this. I thought I nodded at his question because he slicked himself up before the tip of his cock was at my hole, shoving inside without gentleness. My body ached with his attention, his teeth marks littered across my body, some already forming bruises. Now he was going to claim my hole, too.
His width stretched me, breached my ass, and it felt so fucking good. Three months was too long not to have him inside me, and it was this kind of burning pain Ineeded. I craved. His cock was a heated reminder that Loki would always be connected to Thor—always. Whether it was the Norse gods or us.
