Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Riley
“We really need to get ready for work,” I mutter right before Torin’s thick cock thrusts deep inside me as I lie on my side on the bed with him behind me.
“You need no such thing.” Torin’s hand slides down my thigh, pushing it up before his cock shoves into me again and a pleased sound escapes my lips while I forget, for an instant, all about going to work.
His hand drifts down to my cock, gripping it just right as I moan into the pillow I’m clutching.
“You’re bad for my sleep. You’re bad for my heart. You’re just bad for my health.” But then why does it feel so good? Why can’t I get enough of it?
He nips my shoulder before kissing my throat. “I understood none of that.”
“Of course you didn’t,” I say as his hand moves down my shaft.
It feels so fucking good. How did I never know sex could be this addicting?
And just when I’m nearing my peak, he pulls me up into a sit so my weight pushes me down on him, making his cock slide so fucking deep inside me that I nearly climax right then.
He thrusts up, his hand stroking me just right, and my balls tighten.
My fingers dig into his leg when I come, and his grip tightens as he drives into me.
It’s like he knows exactly how to draw me along until we’re both at our limits before he comes inside me.
Instead of immediately pulling out, he tugs me back down on the bed with his cock still buried inside me.
“I know this ploy where you just instantly become erect again and trick me into another round. Off, off!”
“But I like it in here.” Torin kisses my neck, trying to coax me into staying.
“Nope,” I say as I pull off him. I sit up only to have him slip in behind me, finger trailing between my ass cheeks where his come leaks out of me. “You are bad for my health.”
“But also so very good,” he murmurs, sliding his already erect cock between my legs where it rubs against my balls and perks up my cock.
“No, dammit.” I grab him in a headlock. “Lt. Lindsey will have my ass if I’m late.”
“Oh, we can’t let anyone have this ass but me,” he says as he pushes me back down on the bed, but I manage to mostly crawl out from under him. “This is mine, all mine.” And then he bites one of my ass cheeks.
“You. Are. A. Menace!”
Torin laughs and lets me squirm out from under him.
I make it to the bathroom where I wish, not for the first time, that there was a shower instead of a tub.
I debate making the trek to Mickey’s bathroom in his house, but it sounds like a lot of work to dress twice.
So I climb into the tub and barely get wet before Torin is climbing in with me.
“We are quickly bathing.”
“Uh-huh… sure,” he says as he slides over to my side and kisses me.
I make sure not to reciprocate it and even drown him a little in the hope that he’ll learn from his mistakes.
He’s relentless, though, and nearly gets me to cave for another round before my brain half-heartedly kicks in and I escape his advances.
I bathe in record time before trying to get out of the tub, only to have Torin drag me back in.
“One kiss and I’ll let you go.”
I can’t see him since Kit is off playing with Quill, but I can still feel the way his fingers brush over me, enticing me. “Let me go? You’re going with me, buddy.”
“Will there be donuts?”
“We can’t eat donuts for every meal.”
“I just want to eat you,” he says, and I lean in and kiss him. Of course, a kiss with Torin can’t just be a peck. Oh no, I’m immediately dragged in and question whether he’s going to let me go, though the better question is… do I want him to?
Breathless, I manage to pull back. “You almost had me.”
I can hear him drain the tub before following me. “It was close.”
“It was, but I think the idea of donuts kept you moving.”
Torin presses me up against the sink, towel opened just enough that his dick can merrily sit against my ass. “I do like donuts,” he whispers in my ear, and why the fuck did that turn me on?
“Don’t ever say that again.”
“Oh?” He leans in closer. “I like donuts.”
I turn around and arch an eyebrow. Even though I can’t see him, I can tell he’s beaming at me, like he thinks he’s won. He slides my leg up, and I lean in and give him one soft brush of a kiss before pushing away and hurrying off to find clothes, scooping up Kit so I can see on my journey.
“No, I don’t want to go to the land of the escalators,” he whines as he trots after me.
“Why? I enjoy torturing you and haven’t gotten to do it lately,” I say as I realize that while Mickey has moved an entire wardrobe in, I only have the strange clothes that Torin has to dress me in since I still don’t quite understand them. Neither of us are fitting in Mickey’s clothes.
Once dressed, we head out without Mickey since he’s still dead asleep, according to Joy.
We walk through the Door and into Mickey’s house, then out onto the street.
I immediately turn into the subway entrance, only to realize Torin didn’t follow me.
When I look up the stairs, I see him sitting there on Quill’s back, gazing down into the depths.
From this angle, he looks kind of impressive…
impressive enough that the people coming up the stairs hesitate, like they’re not sure what awaits them at the top.
“You’re going to make me brave the subway all alone?” I ask. “What if there’s something scary down here that my weak and fragile human body can’t withstand?”
Torin grimaces and then deflates, but instead of getting off of Quill, he directs the beast down the steps.
Everyone stops and stares, and I can’t quite tell whether it’s because they’ve heard of the god after his rise to fame or because he’s now riding some dragon/horse heavenly creature down into the pits of the subway like this is normal behavior.
The real struggle is when he comes to the gate.
I slap my pass down before Quill just scrambles through the ADA-accessible section like he’s done this every day of his life.
“Are you going to get off that thing?” I ask.
“I don’t plan on it,” he says as we wait on the platform.
Quill—who seems to believe that he’s looked badass long enough—has taken note of a very stoic man standing next to him.
The man is the only person on the platform who isn’t gawking at the creature, which might be why he doesn’t notice Quill’s neck stretching out until he grabs his hat.
“Quill, drop it!” Torin orders, but Quill lifts his head as high as it can go and nearly gouges Torin’s eyeball out with his antler in the process.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell the man while trying to pull the hat out of the beast’s mouth.
The beast is none too pleased about giving it up, and we end up in some kind of tugging match as Quill flips his head all around, losing any sign of being a badass warrior mount.
All too soon our subway is here, and Torin has to literally magic the beast away to get it to drop the hat where the disgruntled man looks down at the slobber-soaked thing.
Torin just sets a little gem in the man’s hand that will probably buy him two hundred hats and hastily gets on the subway.
“I’ve never seen you enter the subway so fast. Like you were eager for it to get here.”
“I know not what you speak of,” he says, apparently pretending that none of this happened.
“Sure you don’t,” I tease as we continue on our quest for donuts and work with no Quill out and about to cause issues.
Once we’ve secured and eaten the donuts, we head into the department, and instead of taking the stairs, I direct him to the elevator.
“After you.”
Torin peeks inside, uncertain what I’m torturing him with today. “Why would I get in this box? Do you plan to enslave me? Is this our new sex room?” he asks, willingly climbing in.
Someone clears their throat behind us, and I realize that we’ve had the honor of bumping into Lt. Lindsey, who is now walking into our new “sex room” with us.
“Is she joining?” Torin asks in Shaarunen.
“It’s not a sex room—”
“How disappointing.” The second the elevator begins to move, his arms shoot out and he presses them against two of the walls. “Why the hell is it moving?”
“I was going to explain it, but you distracted me—” Quickly, he grabs me, dragging me close like he’s going to protect me from the moving “sex room.” It’s kind of sweet and a little bit painful…
oh, and awkward since Lt. Lindsey is watching the whole scene, even if she can’t understand what we’re saying.
Torin hums in thought. “I understand now. The vibrations are to help during sex. Like when people jump on the bed while others are involved in intercourse.”
“That is exactly what an elevator is,” I respond as the doors open and we step out into the office while I question what kind of sex Torin was having with people jumping on the bed. Were they just having a tantrum that they didn’t get to enjoy the god first?
“I have a desk set up for Torin next to yours, Riley,” Lt. Lindsey says before eyeing us. “What exactly are you wearing?”
I look down at the strange attire that I’ve oddly grown fond of. It’s so easy to move in. “Torin’s traditional clothes.”
“I see…” She must decide that it’s good enough until a uniform comes in for Torin. “Your media coverage yesterday turned out to be quite… fruitful. Somehow. I’ll give you time to settle in. We’re having a meeting at nine,” she concludes and then heads off for her office.
“Women like that are wild in bed,” Torin unhelpfully comments in Shaarunen.
“The last thing I want to hear this morning.”