12. Odin
CHAPTER 12
ODIN
I haven’t been hard since my surgery. I realize this with stunning clarity as my dick swells to life at the thought of Thora touching herself in my bed. I don’t know if it’s the pain meds or the brain fog, or the crushing reality of my future being destroyed, but my cock has been as limp as my prospects since my tendon exploded.
“So, here’s the thing,” she starts, but she doesn’t look like she wants to call things off.
“Tell me, beautiful.” I lean forward, hands on the arms of my desk chair, ready to jump into action.
Thora squishes her face, wrinkling her adorable nose and pursing her plump lips. “I need battery backup if this is going to work, and I didn’t exactly pack for a sex party when I left for class this morning.”
I nod. “Okay. Anything else?”
She looks surprised by my calm, and her eyes dart around my room like she’s looking for a vibrating dildo. “Well, I usually use a book. And…”
“And?” I bring my good foot to the floor and lean forward, hands on my thighs.
She waves a hand at my bedroom door. “I actually have the book…in my bag. I was going to read it on the bus home later.”
I puff out a laugh. “You read your sex book on the bus?”
She frowns. “It has a good story, too. It just…also has good sex in it…”
“Right,” I grunt and hop up to my feet, lunging for the knee roller.
“Wait. Where are you going?” Thora jumps off the bed and follows me as I make my way to the kitchen. I stretch my arm up on top of the fridge and grab the basket we keep up there as Thora scurries over to her backpack and picks it up.
Stellan, Gunnar, and my twin brothers stare at us as I wink at them and roll back to the bedroom with Thora hot on my wheels. Thankfully, they don’t say anything rude that might spook her. I need this, damn it.
Thora closes the door behind her and perches on the edge of my bed, pulling a tattered paperback from her bag and dropping the bag to the floor. “Why do you have an Easter basket?” She tilts her head at the bundle on my lap, and I grin.
I crack my knuckles and explain, “My mom and aunts stock a ‘safe and satisfied’ kit for the apartment.” I pull a strip of condoms from the top of the basket, followed by a carton of Plan B. Thora crawls up on her hands and knees to get a better look, and I let myself imagine her doing that naked. I bet I can fit her entire boob in my mouth—like a tiny apple. I decide I’ll ask her to touch her nipples while she’s giving me my prize in a few minutes.
I keep digging in the basket, searching for what she needs. She squints. “Is that a pamphlet for PreP?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “Why?”
She shakes her head. “Why would you guys need that? Unless…”
I clear my throat. “My brother is bi, actually, but the basket isn’t just for us.” I chuckle. “We’re supposed to share with all our friends. Aha!” I find what I’ve been looking for and hold up the box.
Thora’s eyes fly wide as saucers. “A cock ring?”
I nod. “A vibrating cock ring.” I toss her the box. “And now it’s yours, even though you don’t have a cock for it.”
She stares at the picture of the blue silicone ring with a vibrating nub meant for his pleasure and his partner’s. Thora’s eyes go from mine to the box and back before a crazed laugh escapes her throat. “Wow. This is unexpected, Odin.”
I prop my boot back on the bed and cross my good leg over it. I lace my fingers together behind my head and lean back in my chair. “We good? ‘Cause I’m ready when you are.”
Thora’s whole demeanor shifts. Her eyes drop to my crotch, and I let her look at the growing bulge I’ve got stretching out my shorts. Eventually, I’ll drop a hand down there and give it a squeeze, but for now, I’m just looking forward to the show. What will it even look like when this feisty woman goes after her clit with the toy?
Thora licks her lips again and reaches for her book. It falls open to a page she appreciates, and I nod, encouraging her. “Read out loud,” I demand, and she actually blushes. Again. “Oh, honey. Is that too much for you?”
Thora gives me a look and tugs down the zipper on her jeans. I grab my phone and put on a playlist at max volume. Even still, I hear the hum as she activates the toy, which thankfully came charged in the box because I was probably going to cry if we had to wait an hour for it to juice up. She adjusts her posture and leans back against the headboard, which lifts her tits a little more and gives me a nicer view of her hand moving up and down slowly inside her pants. I see that she’s inside her underwear with the toy and I wonder if she’s shaved bare or if she has dark pubic hair. I think about asking her, but she starts to read from the book.
“ Linus knew he shouldn’t be looking through the ferns by the creek, but he couldn’t help himself as Sally hiked up her skirts, revealing creamy white ankles and trim calves that seemed sculpted from marble. ”
“That’s what turns you on?” I lean forward, adjusting my legs so I can sit up.
Thora glares. “It gets hotter. It’s kind of what we’re doing, actually.”
“Yeah? Sally’s gonna get herself off in the creek?”
Thora blushes some more and then lets out a little gasp because she’s still got the toy on her clit. The book falls out of her hand, and I stretch until I can just reach it. “Let me see.” I take the book and watch as Thora settles herself back on the bed. As if she can read into my fantasies, she drops one hand to her nipple, which I can see pebbled beneath her t-shirt. “Fuck,” I whisper, thumbing to the dog-eared page.
“ As Linus crouched, he nearly gasped aloud when Sally’s hand continued reaching higher and higher beneath her shift until she surely reached her quim. He steeled himself so he didn’t fall into the water as he continued to watch the woman he had no business wanting as she touched herself in broad daylight in the creek beside her traitorous father’s cabin. Shit, Thora. What is this?” I look over the book and see her mouth half open, eyes hooded. Fuck me, I can smell her arousal, rich and spicy, behind the sweet smell of her detergent and whatever perfume she wears. “You really do get off on this, don’t you, gorgeous?”
“Keep reading,” she moans, the hand down her pants moving more intentionally as her nipple hand rubs faster.
“There is no fucking way I can concentrate on this book while you’re making those sounds, Thora.”
She opens her eyes, seemingly surprised that she has, in fact, been making noises. But oh, has she. Tiny inhalations, shuddering gasps. I memorize every single one, planning to use them all later as I brutalize my cock in the shower. “Look at you,” I whisper. “You’re fucking close, aren’t you?”
She nods her head, and I hear a zing as she must crank up the speed on the cock ring. I long to jump onto the bed beside her, to watch or even join in, but our bet was that she would get herself off, and the prize is so much sweeter than I ever expected. Thora Janssen has lost all her composure, all semblance of haughtiness. I might as well not even be here as she tweaks her nipple and rolls her hips, and presses that toy into her clit.
“Your pussy needs to come, doesn’t she,” I say, eyes fixed on the body part in question.
“Oh, god,” she whines, and her hips fly up off the bed.
“Yeah, Thora, work that clit with my cock ring. Let me see, gorgeous. Fuck, that’s perfect.” I drop the book and press a hand to my dick as Thora comes, thrashing around on my bed with her eyes closed and her lips pressed tightly together.
I’m overcome with the need to do this again, to see if I can get her to scream. To insist that she yell my name before I let her come. I’m desperate, I realize, to touch her.
“Can I kiss you?” I’m out of the chair and perched next to her on the mattress before she can respond, needing to be closer to her body after…all of that.
Her mouth drops open, and then she presses her lips together. “I don’t know, Odin…”
“Right. Right.” I sit on the mattress but let my hand fall to her leg, and she seems to like that, so I rub some small circles on her jeans. Her breathing slows to regular as we sit and stare at each other.
Her hand drops to her side as she tries to calm down. I watch her chest rise and fall, slower and slower, until her breathing appears normal, and she zips up her pants. She must have clicked off the cock ring because she stares at it, silent and still and bright blue in her palm. “Where, um, should I put this?”
I close her fingers around the toy and squeeze her hand, relishing that contact with her. Shit, I’m wild for her. “It’s yours, Thora. Nobody else is gonna use it. ”
“Not even you?” She gives me a look that makes me wish I had two good legs so I could slam her up against the door and fuck her senseless.
Eventually, she sets the toy on my pillow before gathering her hair and attempting to put it in a ponytail. “So, I need to get home.”
I shake my head. “No way. It’s late. I’m not letting you go out there alone, and I can’t handle the stairs right now.”
“Well, Mr. Bossy, I still have to run those errands tomorrow, and I want to get an early start since the buses run less often on Saturday.”
I dig around in the dish on my desk until I find my keys, and I toss them to her. I’m happy to see her catch them with one hand. She’s competent at this shit, and it’s fucking hot. “Take the car. I can’t drive it anyway.”
She shakes her head. “That wasn’t part of the deal. I lost the game.”
I scratch my chin and stare at her, thinking. I sigh. “Okay, what if you drive me to PT, and then it’s a favor for me, and you can use the car to get Sally a new shift or whatever the hell you have to do.” I point to the book on my desk.
Thora’s cheeks turn pink again. “Sally’s shift is just fine.” She stares at the wall, seeming to consider her options, and she shakes the keys in her hand. “What time do you need to be picked up? I guess I could take you. You’re sure I can use the car?”
“Thora. Do I look like the kind of person who says shit I don’t mean?” I cross my arms over my chest as she laughs and nods, reaching for her bag.
“Okay, okay. What time?”
I tell her to grab me at nine, and then she’s gone, shoving my keys in her pocket like they belong there. I realize too late that she’s forgotten the book, so I pick up where I left off, glancing through the chapter to read about Linus watching Sally whack off in the ferns. And then he can’t help himself and has to touch his own turgid member, which reminds me again of the first boner I’ve sprung in two weeks.
I look at my bed, where the blue cock ring sits on my pillow like a kinky hotel treat. I adjust my body to my usual side of the bed, which now smells like Thora, and move the ring to my nightstand. I finish reading the chapter growing harder than before.
I slide my hand down my shorts and give my cock a squeeze, remembering how Thora looked in my bed, touching herself, pinching that tiny nipple. Fuck, she just let herself go all the way to oh-town while I watched. I give myself one more hard tug, remembering the shape of her mouth as she came, and I’m erupting all over my shirt.
I shiver with the force of my release, warm cum spurting everywhere like it’s been pressurized for a month, and someone opened the faucet. That would be Thora, I guess. I yank off my shirt and use it to half-assedly clean myself up, dabbing at the white gunk on my stomach, and I realize I got jizz all over Thora’s book. “Shit,” I mutter, trying to mop it up with the shirt, but the ink smears, and the pages are already starting to wrinkle. “Fuck it,” I mutter, reaching to turn off my light. Before I fall asleep, I vow to grab her a new copy of the book while she’s out running errands in the morning.