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CHAPTER 21

THORA

Odin Stag is enormous.His entire body is proportional, and the dick I find inside his athletic shorts is hard and proud, pulsing and weeping precum from the uncut tip. I cannot help myself. I have to taste it.

And so, I do, lowering my head and sticking out my tongue to meet his hot skin as he hisses out a curse. I glance up to meet his eye as I slide him into my mouth as far as I can, and his expression might just ruin me forever. Odin is awed right now. There’s no other way to describe the look he gives me as his hand gently drops to my hair, his fingers brushing along my cheek as I start to suck. I know my cheeks are hollowed out, and I almost feel my gag reflex kick in as he shudders involuntarily with what I assume is intense pleasure.

My name slips out of his lips, his deep voice practically purring. “Oh, fuck, Thora, that’s incredible. Look how fucking sexy you look with me inside your mouth.” He groans, his fingers in my hair tugging, a tingle along my scalp. I wrap one hand around the base of his cock and let the other explore his balls, warm and heavy in my hand.

As I bob my head up and down his length, I hear him slapping the mattress, and when I look at him again, he has the side of one hand crammed in his mouth, biting back a roar. Curious, I let my finger explore behind his sack, sneaking between his taut cheeks. I find the tight pucker of his ass and tap it, causing Odin to growl. I swear he flies into the air like a falcon.

I don’t know how, but he turns and flips us both, so I’m on my back with my legs around his neck. “You want to make me cum before I fuck this pussy, Thora? Is that what you wanted?” Odin drags a finger along my panties, which are soaked to the point of ruin by now. He shoves them to the side, and my breath hitches as he slides one massive finger inside me. “Oh, thisisa greedy pussy. You want the Spear of Heaven, Thora? Is that it?”

I laugh at his joke, but when I meet his eye again, I see he’s dead serious. “We aren’t joking about pussy. Not tonight.” And then his face is between my legs, and his teeth are on my clit, and I forget to breathe as he wreaks havoc on my nerve endings.

“Odin. Holy shit. Wow.” My hands scramble around the sheets, looking for something to grab as I feel the slow build of pleasure I almost never get from a partner. “It’s so good,” I whimper. He continues to lick, adding a finger inside me, pumping as he works my clit from the outside with his tongue.

“Do you always shave your pussy bare, Thora? Or is that just for me?”

I can’t speak. I’m too worked up to answer him, but then he stops all his movement and begins lowering my legs. “What are you doing?” I try to sit up, and he gives me a side-eye.

“I’m taking off these fucking panties, so I have more room to work.”

“Oh.” My breath returns along with some semblance ofthought. “You don’t have to keep going. I can’t really come that way. Remember how?—”

“Thora.” He puts one hand under my chin and looks right into my eyes, probably all the way into the back of my brain. “Do I look like I’m fucking bored?”

I glance down to where his other hand is stroking his massive erection, which…might be even harder than it was when I had my mouth around it. “Do youlikedoing that?”

He arches one brow. “Eating your pussy? Fuck yeah, I like it. I’ve been dreaming of doing that for weeks.” He pulls open the drawer next to his bed. “Lie back.”

I hear a familiar buzz and look over to see the blue cock ring I used when I got myself off alone here in the bed as he read to me from the chair. I now have a Pavlovian response to the sound and sight of it as Odin presses it against my upper thigh. “I said lie back, Thora.” And Thor help me, I do as he commands.

I sink into the bed. My legs tipped open wide as he starts licking and stroking me again, now with the vibrating toy added into the mix. He teases me with it, holding it everywhere but my clit, but somehow the combination of his tongue, his fingers, the toy, and the knowledge that this is sexy to him…uncorks whatever usually holds back my pleasure during these sorts of encounters.

“Odin,” I gasp, my hands flying involuntarily to my nipples, needing just that last bit of stimulation as the dam breaks and the pulsing, joyful white heat of pleasure bursts in my center, sparking through my limbs and back again. I must be screaming. I must be a mess. But I cannot find the energy to care, and then Odin’s mouth is on mine again. I can taste myself on him, and I’ve never experienced that before, either.

When I open my eyes, he’s smiling at me, an expression I know is dangerous for what this has to be: two people fucking around before graduation. A final, shuddering sighslips out of my lips against his before he asks, “Can you keep going? Do you want me inside you?”

I should tell him no. I should get dressed and leave. I should delete his number from my phone before anything else happens that would potentially jeopardize me leaving this country. Instead, I reach for the drawer, where he has a strip of condoms, and I pull one from the row and tear it open. “Lie back,” I echo, repeating his instructions earlier and figuring this will go easier on his injury if I’m on top.

He does as I say and watches as I roll the condom onto his dick. He feels so warm and stiff under my hand. I cannot wait to feel him stretching me open. I swing a leg over his hips and am about to impale myself on his delicious cock when he places a hand on my thigh. “Hang on.” He flicks on the toy, grinning as he rolls that down his length. “Oh shit.” His body trembles and shakes as he grows used to the sensation. “That’s…wow. Fuck, Thora.”

I grin, keeping his gaze as I slide onto him. We both moan as we press together, and I relish the feeling of fullness, the stretch as he opens me with his body. And then the toy is buzzing between us, pressing into him and into my clit at the same time. His mouth falls open, and there is that facial expression again, the one I cannot allow myself to return as I grip his shoulders and roll my hips. I ride Odin Stag as he chants my name, as his hands dig into my hips and pull me closer, offering me more and more friction. A second passes, or maybe it’s an hour, but we’re both coming. He swells impossibly large inside me, grunting and pulsing as my body jerks and spasms, the second orgasm hitting me much harder and longer like the first was just some warm-up act for the most explosive pleasure of my entire life.

When it ends, we stare at one another, terrified. Silently, Odin reaches for the toy to shut off the vibration, and as he slides out of my body, I nearly sob at the loss of him. I knowhe’s right here beneath me, but I also know I cannot keep him and allow myself to want to.

“Odin,” I whisper, shaking my head. “I can’t.”

He runs his fingers through the mess of my hair and nods. “I know.” And he closes his eyes, rolling to the side to sit up and deal with the condom. He doesn’t ask me to stay over, and I don’t.

CHAPTER 22

THORA

I tryto rush out of my parents’ stinky house as soon as I wake up. The last thing I need is to catch whiffs of stale cigarette smoke while I’m trying to take a math exam. But as I dart through the kitchen, I spy my mother at the cluttered table, drinking coffee.

She offers me a watery smile, and I can tell she’s been crying.

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