31. Thora
CHAPTER 31
THORA
I’m lying back on Odin Stag’s magical guest couch while he licks my entire body, which he first spread with the warming lube.
I have never experienced this particular blend of sensations, and I don’t know that I can go back to just regular feelings. This is twenty times better than the time I accidentally did coke at a party in high school and felt like a million bucks making out with a football player.
I guess I’m making out with a bigger, better football player now. And then I shut that thought down because, of course, Odin’s badly injured. His cast bumps against my leg as a reminder as he works his way up from my pussy to my chest like he can’t make up his mind where he’d rather linger.
And then he kisses me, and I can taste myself and the flavored lube, and I groan into his mouth. I’m falling to pieces right here underneath him, but his body is holding me together. “I want you so much,” I pant, and he nods, grinning. He’s so beautiful up close, even more so when he looks at me like I’m simultaneously made of glass and the most amazing thing he’s ever seen.
“Look at you,” he says, running a finger down my ribs, across my pelvis, inserting it inside my body, which welcomes the thick digit. “You’re dying for it.”
“Yes,” I stutter. “I already said that. Come on, Stag.” He laughs and reaches into the bag, pulling out a strip of condoms. “What all do you have in there?”
“Patience, Thora. You want my Spear of Heaven or not?” He starts to roll on the condom as he laughs at his own joke. I admire him, naked and gorgeous, kneeling between my legs while he douses his sheathed cock in lube.
And then he slides inside me, warm and slippery, and I gasp because I feel so full and so damn hot. “Odin.” My breath comes in pants as my hands grip his shoulders. He moans, nibbling at my shoulders with his perfect teeth, while he starts to thrust. I think the couch surface makes it easier for him to find traction with his cast, which he seems to have wedged against the back cushions.
He starts to rub at my clit, and I stop caring about his injury. I can’t care about anything at all when he makes me feel this way, and it occurs to me that I just might be able to come without a vibrator if he can just keep doing that thing with his thumb while he thrusts. “Odin, don’t stop. Please, I’m so close.”
“Yeah?” He pulls his head back to look at me but continues to apply pressure with his thumb.
“Yes!” I squeeze with all my might, wrapping my legs around his waist. And I feel it starting. “Odin, I’m going to come. Just like that. Oh, Odin, it’s happening.” I think I start to cry as my body begins to pulse and shudder and gulp him in. I stare into his eyes, and it’s just as intense as before, except it’s warm and different, my eyes roll back in my head as the sparks of pleasure careen up and down my spine.
I think I’m screaming his name. I think I’m kicking his butt cheeks with my heels, like he’s a horse I’m riding into battle .
“Fuck, Odin, shit.” I’m panting. He’s grinning and his thumb is still pressed against my clit as the waves subside.
“You came,” he whispers, his hips still, cock twitching inside me.
“I did.” I groan and poke his shoulder like I need to check if he’s real. “You made me.”
“I helped you.” He plants a kiss on my nose. “You ready for more?”
I snap my eyes back to his and bite my lip. He’s still hard, after all. He hasn’t come. Could I do that a second time? “I want to try.”
“That’s my girl.” He kisses me again and starts moving. Our eyes are locked together as he bites his lip in concentration. “Mmm, it’s so wet.”
I stare at the bottle of lube on the coffee table, noting its location in case we need more of it. And then I thrust my hips up to meet his, grinding myself against his pelvis while he lets out small sounds of pleasure…I don’t even know he’s aware of producing.
“Does this feel good? What do you like?” I want to make him explode just like he did to me. I want to pull him over that cliff with me.
He pauses his movement, props himself on one elbow, and traces my nipple with a finger. “Remember when you played with my ass?”
I laugh. “How could I forget? The sound you made was epic.”
He flicks his gaze to the lube. “Would you want to do that again?”
I frown momentarily. “I’m not ready to lick back there if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“No,” he shakes his head. “I just meant…it felt really good. Your finger. And the lube is so nice…”
I reach for the bottle with one hand, tilting my chin to see above his shoulder as I squirt some into my hand .
He smiles as I set the bottle on the carpet and reach for his butt while he moves inside me. “Your ass is so firm.” I pinch it with my dry hand.
“For now, I guess. Oh, shit, Thora.” I slide a finger in between his cheeks and trace a hand down as low as I can reach. I curl up so my arm has more purchase, and I can just manage to tap the tight pucker that gives way as he buries himself deep into my body.
Our eyes connect as I gently slide my slippery finger inside his body, and his mouth drops open. Odin’s entire frame begins to shudder, and he roars. I feel his cock swell and throb, and he just keeps on yelling, coming almost violently inside me until he drops his hand between my legs again, pressing my clit until another orgasm seizes me, too. My hand slips out from its exploration as I come in gasping waves. When it’s over, I sink into the couch, and he collapses on top of me.
Heaving and panting, we hold each other until moving almost seems possible again.