Page 16 of Forging Chaos

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 thecreek, 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 upthe 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?”

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