Chapter Four
Janet
“I don’t think so.” There was no way I was doing anything that might rip out Thor’s stitches or reopen the wound. Thor was not a slow and gentle kind of lover, which was fine with me most of the time. Right now, though, it was a bad idea.
“You want me to chase you around the room? Because I’m in the mood to do just that.” He raised one brow.
I believed him. But that didn’t change the fact that he had a serious knife wound and any strenuous exercise was out of the question. “No, but how about a compromise?”
He frowned. “Not sure I like the idea of that. It means I don’t get what I want, doesn’t it?”
I tilted my head, warming up to what I had in mind. “No, you just get it in a different way.”
He tilted his head. “How so?”
“Well, it isn’t so much the sex that’s forbidden, it’s all the movement involved that’s dangerous for you right now.”
He tried to look offended and didn’t do a very good job of it. “So, you want to have sex without me moving?”
“Something like that.” I started to hum, swaying my hips in time to the sound. Grasping the bottom of my T-shirt, I slowly lifted it up. “I was thinking I could put on a little show for you.” I lowered my gaze to his massive hard-on that he was currently stroking. “And you can do that.”
“This usually ends up in sex,” he pointed out.
“But it doesn’t have to.”
He didn’t look convinced, but his hand slid from the base to the tip of his cock and back again.
I lifted the shirt a little higher, exposing the lacy confection that barely covered my breasts. Expensive underwear was one of my addictions. If Victoria had a secret, it would be how much money she scammed me out of every month.
Thor’s eyes darkened, and his hand moved a little bit faster. The sight of his cock swelling as he ogled my breasts gave me a feeling of power. Thor might be a big bad biker boy, but I wasn’t powerless in this affair.
I pulled my shirt off over my head and twirled it a few times before tossing it onto the bed.
Still humming one of my favorite tunes, I tossed my hair back and slid a hand up my belly to the clasp at the front of the bra.
With the flick of a finger, the lace prison sprang open, releasing my breasts.
“Fuck yeah.” Thor growled low in his throat. “Play with your nipples, sweetie. I love it when you play with them.”
“Like this?” I’d always been a little self-conscious about my breasts.
At least, I had been until I met Thor. I was what people referred to as well-endowed, a polite way of saying my breasts were too big for the rest of me.
The other kids had made fun of me all through high school, and I’d done my best to disguise them, never daring to wear tight shirts.
Thor didn’t have a problem with their size, though. Far from it.
I cupped the sensitive mounds in my hands, massaging gently before I scored my thumbs across the plump red nipples. They hardened into pebbly peaks, and I kept my gaze locked on Thor. His reaction stoked my own. Heat raced down every nerve ending as I slipped my tongue out to wet my lips.
I’d never done such a blatant striptease, and it hadn’t occurred to me that it would have as great an effect on me as it had on the audience.
I could feel the dampness gathering at the apex of my thighs.
I’d never been able to come without something inside me, either my trusty vibrator or Thor’s massive cock.
I threw my head back, watching Thor from under my lashes as I played with my breasts for a few more minutes, running my fingers over the nipples, and massaging the generous mounds.
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my pants, I slid them down over my hips. They pooled around my ankles, and I kicked them aside as I took a step closer to the bed.
Thor reached out and wrapped the slender elastic band holding the thong in place around his hand. A quick twist, and the lace gave way, leaving my pussy bare to his gaze.
Thor’s eyes lit up as he fixated on the bare mound. “Finger fuck yourself.”
Even laid up in a hospital bed, with a line of stitches holding his side together, he liked to be in control. I have to admit, it turned me on. I knew he’d never hurt me or ask me to do anything I wasn’t okay with.
“Like this?” I lifted one hand to my mouth and sucked my finger in, getting it good and wet. Then I traced a path down my belly to my aching center, leaving a damp trail from my breasts to my pussy. I slipped one finger inside and realized it wasn’t enough.
Two fingers.
Better, but still a far cry from how it felt when Thor was inside me. I eyed up that massive hard-on wistfully. Such a waste…
As if he could read my mind, Thor gave his cock a long hard pump.
Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. It was torturing me as much as him. Possibly more.
Moisture leaked from my pussy as if inviting an invasion.
Thor slid his hand down his cock one more time, and the sight drew me one step closer to the bed.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his rock-hard cock. Maybe if I did all the moving, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. He needed to rest, and he wouldn’t get any sleep with that monstrous thing distracting him.
Amazing how I could justify getting what I wanted.
“Lie back, hands behind your head.” I tried to sound bossy, but it came out as a breathy whisper.
Thor complied, his eyes shining in anticipation.
I moved to the side of the bed and clambered on top of him, a knee on each side of his thighs. Leaning forward slightly, I lowered my head and sucked his cock into my mouth.
Thor let out a low growl and placed one hand behind my head, urging me to take him deeper.
I obliged, sucking hard enough to hollow my cheeks. My head bobbed up and down as I worked his cock with my tongue and my lips.
“I want to be inside you when I come.” He grunted the words out as he grasped my shoulders.
I lifted my head, frowning. I doubted there was a condom anywhere handy, but I was almost certain neither of us had been with anyone else, and I wasn’t anywhere near my fertile period. “Bare?”
He nodded. “Bare. You okay with that?”
Hell yeah . Right now, I was okay with anything that meant that delicious cock would be inside me. “Yeah. But we have to be careful -- stitches. I’ll get on top and do all the work.”
In reply, he lowered his hands to my hips and helped me straddle his hips so his cock slipped between the soft folds guarding my entrance. He paused, locking his gaze on me. “You sure?”
I loved that he had enough control to asked me for consent while his cock nestled against the damp proof of my willingness. “Positive.”
He helped me slide down onto his cock. Slowly. Carefully. Making sure I felt every inch of that massive shaft as it invaded my welcoming body. When he was fully seated inside me, I started to move, riding him like a prized stallion.
My breath came faster and faster. Flashes of white-hot desire blazed through every nerve and pooled low in my belly as it built toward an orgasm.
With nothing between us, no condom to dull the sensations, my body raced to the inevitable.
I raised my hands, cupping my breasts so as not to give into the temptation to touch him, to caress his massive Viking like chest.
Thor’s hands came up, covering mine and holding them in place.
He moved his hips in time with each thrust I made.
Moments later, my orgasm washed over me like a tsunami on a deserted beach, wiping out everything in its path.
I bit back a guttural scream as my inner channel clamped down on his cock and sent Thor into an orgasm of his own.
Having his naked cock inside me was magnitudes better than anything I’d ever felt. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, a satisfied smile playing around his lips.
“You know if you just agreed to be my old lady, we could do this all the time.”
“We already do this most of the time,” I pointed out.
He shook his head. “Not nearly enough. And half the time you have to go home right after, so we don’t get to cuddle.”
“Cuddle?” Did the big tough biker just say he wanted more cuddles?
“Yeah, cuddle up and fall asleep in each other’s arms. Every night. Grow old together and all that shit.”
Damn, that sounded tempting .
Just for a second, I let myself dream.
Then, a knock on the door had me scrambling for my clothes.
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Thor
Sometimes, Ace’s timing sucked. I raised my voice to make sure he heard me through the solid metal of the hospital door. “Give us a minute.” No way I wanted anyone else to see Janet naked.
She threw me a panicked look as she shimmied her pants back up over her hips. Fuck, my cock started to harden again, just watching her.
“You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Her brows drew together in a worried frown as her gaze zeroed in on the bulky bandage covering my stitches.
She’d just ridden me like a cowgirl at the barrel races, and she was worried about me? That was adorable. “I’m fine. Didn’t even break a sweat. We gotta do that bare thing more often.”
She shook her head. “Too risky. The last thing I need right now is a mini-me to worry about.”
“If we were exclusive, you could go on the pill.”
She paused, a wrinkle marring her brow. “I thought we were exclusive. Are you telling me you’re screwing other women?”
She couldn’t seriously think that. “Hell no. You’re more than enough for me.”
She tossed her head back. “Well, I’m not screwing other guys, so I guess we’re exclusive.”
“Not formally. You need to have my cut on you so everyone knows you’re off limits.”
She got that funny look on her face again. The one that said there was something she wasn’t telling me. “That makes me your old lady. We’ve talked this over ten ways to Sunday. Not happening.”