Serena
I nod my head, knowing that whatever Odin wants to show me is something that he is nervous about. He grabs my hand and walks with me down the hall towards what I can assume is his bedroom.
My eyes take in the very empty wall space. Not a single picture of a piece of artwork is anywhere to be seen. The walls are painted a dated beige that looks faded from years on the walls. His house is so cold, void of any love or care. If I didn’t know any better, you would think this house was abandoned.
Odin opens the door to his bedroom and takes a step back from me to walk in. I step into his room, my eyes scanning over the only room in the home that looks lived in.
The space is nice, especially compared to the rest of the house. A massive king-sized bed takes up most of the space. But there is also a small desk and dresser in the room. The walls are a light grey color, and cream-colored carpet is throughout the room. Posters of motorcycles line his walls. Trophies on wooden shelves. The thing that catches my eye is the three guitars lined up next to the wall. Two acoustics and one electric.
Odin walks past me and picks up one of his guitars, and sits on his bed. He strums a few cords as I walk over to his bed and sit down next to him. He has a cautious smile as he looks into my eyes. His hands stopped moving on the guitar, silence filling up the room.
“When I was younger, I used to get into a lot of trouble. In one of my mom's more lucid moments, she signed me up for a bunch of activities to help keep me distracted. Guitar was the only thing I loved doing.” He starts playing a few notes. “I have never played for anyone before. Not even Zeus or Midas. This was something for just me. A way to express how I felt.” He takes a deep, shaky breath. “Can I play something for you?” His voice is so quiet, unsure. Nothing like the normal loud, boisterous Odin I have grown to love.
I nod my head and turn towards him, waiting for him to play me anything he wants. He looks down at the guitar in his lap.
“Can you turn around?” Nervously, he asks.
I give him a reassuring smile before turning around so my back is to him. I wait on bated breath for him to start. The first notes of Nothing Else Matters by Metallica fill the space. I close my eyes and listen to his skilled fingers move across the strings.
He stumbles with the first few notes, cursing to himself. Nerves are getting the better of him, but the longer he plays, the more fluid it sounds. Soon he plays the notes with such perfection, I would think I was listening to the original.
The song starts slowly, melodic, and it has me captivated. I start to sway as the notes wash over my body. I don’t know the song well, but I have heard it a few times over the years. Then the words start. His voice is deep but smooth like velvet against my skin.
I listen to every lyric. Listening to the meaning behind his choice of this song. It’s not a typical love song, with declarations of passion or anything, but it’s his version of one. Each word he sings in perfect pitch sends goosebumps across my body.
Odin is incredibly talented. His voice is raw, sexy, and hypnotizing. I feel myself in a trance as I close my eyes and listen. The rawness. The feelings. The passion in his playing.
Emotion sweeps through me. I am the first person he has ever played for, and there is something so indescribably special about that. To know that not even Midas or Zeus has seen this side of him is wild to me. They share everything. Secrets aren’t something that they do. Sure, they know he plays, but he never has for them. Something feels wrong about that. The talent he has should be shared, and not just with me.
As the song continues to fill around me, a lone tear falls from my eye. I don’t know why, but it does, making me want to turn around and throw myself at him. To hold him, kiss him, and tell him I feel the same way he does.
I peek at him over my shoulder, not wanting to fully turn around. His head is down, focusing on the guitar in his lap. I watch as his finger masterfully moves across the strings, creating the hauntingly beautiful song.
Now that I have looked, I can’t stop. Watching him play is breathtaking. I have seen many sides to Odin in the short time I have known him, but watching him play his guitar is something entirely different. His strikingly beautiful face shows no emotion, but his eyes say everything he wants to hide. Playing is more than just a hobby for him. It’s an escape. A way to regain control when it feels overwhelming.
It makes me wish I could play. That I could have the same escape he does. I love music, and listen to a wide variety of it, but playing seems so daunting to me. To him, it’s everything. A piece of his soul that he holds close to himself, afraid to lose it. There is a beauty in that, but a sadness too. To love something so much that your biggest fear is it not being loved by others.
“You are incredible.” The words slip from my mouth and are louder than I would have wanted them to be.
Odin stops playing and turns his head to me. A shocked expression on his face as we look into each other's eyes. It breaks my heart that he clearly doesn’t believe what I just said. I close the gap between us and place a chaste kiss on his lips. He places the guitar on his bed, turns towards me, and grabs the back of my head. Pulling me into a soul-binding kiss that I can feel down to my toes.
I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss between us. His hand falls from the back of my head and grabs my hip in a demanding grip. Not breaking our kiss, he picks me up and straddles me on his lap. I can feel his erection growing beneath me, and a wanton moan breaks free.
I push into him, forcing him to lie down on his bed. My hair falls around us, curtaining us from the rest of the world as our lips move together. My hips start moving, grinding into his rock-hard erection. God, this feels so good, but I need more.
I break the kiss, sit up, and pull my top off. Leaving me only in a white bra. Hunger burns in his eyes as he takes me in. Odin glides his hands up my stomach to my breasts. Kneading them. Pinching my nipples, making me yell out. I clamp a hand over my mouth to suppress the noise, causing him to chuckle.
“No one can hear you, princess, and I want you to make as much noise as you can. I want to hear you scream my name so loud that everyone is town can hear how much you like my cock.” Odin flips us, pinning my body to his bed. “You are mine and I won’t have you being quiet when you are with me.”
His lips descend on mine. His hands reach between us to undo my pants just enough for his fingers to slide under my panties. He languidly trails them between my lips, feeling the wetness that is all from him. A growl of pure masculine satisfaction at how wet I am for him fills my senses, only making me wetter. He coats his finger before trailing it up to my clit.
His movements start slow, gentle, building the desire in me. As I get closer to my release, his movements get faster. Bringing me closer to the edge. My hips start moving, needing more. A dark chuckle leaves him before he gives me what I need. His finger expertly plays with me until I am screaming his name.
“Fuck, princess. I want to hear you like that every day for the rest of my life.” His voice is gravely, like he is trying to hold himself back.
But I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to take me. Make love to me. Fuck me. Whatever he wants. His shaky hands, I reach up and undo his belt, unzip his jeans and pull out his massive cock. My hand wraps around it. His ocean blue eyes go wide as my hand moves up and down.
He leans down, taking my lips once again. The faster I stroke him, the harder he kisses me. I can feel him getting closer to his own release, his cock getting even harder in my hand. I want to make him come. I want him to coat my body with it, marking me as his.
His hand strikes out, grabbing mine and pulling it off him. I pout against his lips at the denial, but he just smiles. “I don’t want the first time you make me come to be from a hand job. No. I want to know what it feels like to come in you.”
Odin sits up, pulling his shirt and pants off. I watch with rapt attention as his body is revealed to me. I always thought he was hot, but to see him naked is another story. His taut abs, bulging pecks, thick forearms, and sculpted V make my mouth fall open. But what really catches my attention is a little lower. His cock is like something you would see in a porno. Thick, long, and veiny.
He catches where my eyes are glued to, and a smug smile blooms. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was checking him out. Sue me. The man is too gorgeous for his own good. I swear no one should look this good. It’s wildly unfair.
His hand grabs the hem of my pants, and with one swift motion, he removes them, tossing them over his shoulder. I lay beneath him, only my bra and panties. Reaching over me to his bedside table, he opens the drawer and pulls out a knife. The metal shone under the light in his room. I recognize it as the one he sliced my panties off with.
A gasp leaves me as the cool metal touches my collarbone. He trails it across my chest. Not hard enough to cut, but enough pressure that I know it’s there. I can see the craziness in his eyes and what he wants to do. I nod my head, permitting him. Odin doesn’t wait, slicing my bra off. The cool metal touches my skin again, circling my taut nipple. I take a deep breath, the second he adds more pressure, slicing into my skin. A hiss of pain breaks free as he watches blood pool to the surface. His eyes are manic, but that doesn’t scare me.
He starts to circle my other nipple, before slicing into the skin there too. Another hiss leaves me. He glides the blade through the blood before lifting it to his mouth, licking it off. Ok. Didn’t think blood play would be hot, and I would be wrong about that.
His eyes close as he tastes my blood. A groan leaves him as he pulls the blade away from his tongue. His eyes are wide, wild as he places the blade between my breasts. I can see him asking if I am alright, and I nod. I am more than alright. I am so turned on right now.
Applying pressure again, the blade slices into the delicate skin between my breasts and down to the top of my stomach. Odin leans down, licking the blood that comes to the surface of my skin. We both moan at the feeling.
“Please. Odin.” I beg.
Still licking the blood, the knife glides under my panties. He pulls it up, cutting them in two. He drops the knife on the bed beside us and tears the material away from me. He lines himself up with my slick entrance. As he starts to push himself into me, his lips meet mine again, sharing the blood he collected on his tongue. The tangy, coppery taste takes over my mouth. I should be repelled by it, but I need more.
I lick his lips, getting every last drop off him as he full seats himself in me. He is big. Massive. And I can feel myself stretching to accommodate his size. Unlike Odin or Dante, he doesn’t give me a moment to adjust to him. He pulls himself fully out before forcefully slamming every inch back into me.
A scream of pure ecstasy fills the room as he fucks me without caution. His thrusts are hard. Demanding. Unrelenting. Building me closer and closer to an orgasm.
“That’s right, princess. Take every inch of my cock like the good girl you are.” He groans out.
I open my legs wider, giving him more space to keep up with his pace. He takes the invitation, pounding into me even harder than I thought he could.
“Fuck. You are doing such a good job. Good girl. Come for me.” He demands.
My body reacts to his words. An orgasm rips through my body, and his name leaves my lips as the world goes black around me. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going, prolonging my orgasm. I can feel my legs start to shake, and my breath is caught in my lungs. The high wears off, but not for long. His finger start to rub my clit, quickly building another orgasm in me.
Before I even know it is happening, my walls tighten around his cock as another orgasm tears through me. The sheets become wet underneath us. He groans as wetness coats his pelvis. His movements slow as he groans out his release. Filling me with him. His hips jerk a few more times before he collapses on top of me.
The two of us lay there, completely entangled as we fought to catch our breaths. I close my eyes, taking in the feeling of his warm, sweaty skin against mine. I never knew I could feel this way, but Odin is making me feel things you only read about in romance novels.
Eventually, he rolls off me, pulls on a pair of sweatpants, and walks out of the room. I want to ask where he is going, but my body feels like jelly, and talking would be too much to ask right now. He reenters with a wet washcloth. He cleans me up before looking at the massive wet spot under my ass.
Pride beams off him as he takes in what he made me do. I roll my eyes at his ridiculousness. I start to roll over, but he stops me from moving. He takes the sweatpants off and crawls into bed next to me. I curl into his side, my head on his chest. The sound of his beating heart lulls me.
“You should play more, and for more people than just me.” I quietly say into the silence. I don’t expect a response, knowing that is a boundary for him.
“Maybe one day.” He finally says after a couple of minutes of silence.
I smile. Whenever he is ready to share his talent, I will be in the front row cheering him on.