Page 42 of Forging Chaos

“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.

CHAPTER 32

ODIN

“That was intense.”After we fucked, I dragged Thora down the hall to the bathroom and ordered her to get into the giant whirlpool tub, where I can dangle one leg out the side and pull her between my legs so she’s lying back against my chest while the water swirls around us.

“Mmm. I liked it.” Her eyes are closed, and she lets me play with her tits all I want, which is constantly. I could lie here like this for hours, a gorgeous woman in my lap, rock-hard nipples in my palms. “Where did you get cake-flavored lube?”

I shrug, adjusting my weight so I can shut off the water with my good foot. “It was in the basket. I don’t ask questions. Maybe Stellan added that one.”

She shifts so she can see me, resting her cheek on my chest, which also feels awesome. “Did you take the whole basket?”

“I dumped and ran, baby.” She laughs. I kiss the top of her head like I’m allowed to do that. Like she’s mine. Except I know she’s not. We’re here right now because she took a big step on a journey that’s leading her far away from me. But I don’t want to think about that right now.

She settles back in between my legs. I should be alarmed that I’m not getting wood again, but I came harder than I ever did in my life, so I’ll chalk it up as a win if I can get there again after dinner. “So, I’ve seen the couch and the bathroom. You’re telling me the other floors of this place are even nicer?”

“The nicest. You can go look around later. I’m going to cook dinner, and that’ll take a while.”

Thora sits up, and I hate it, so I pull her back, wanting her soft skin against me. “Odin,” she says, “I’m not going to wander around your family’s house without you.”

I run my fingers through her hair, getting it wet so I can wash it like she did for me back at my place. “It’s not like you’re trespassing. But if you don’t want to see the bunk room, that’s your loss.”

“I’m not sleeping in a bunk bed.” She tips her head back, giving me more access to get her hair wet, and I reach for the shampoo, pouring some in my hand and starting to work it into her dark hair. It’s straight and smooth between my fingers, and now she smells like soap instead of sex and lube.

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