Page 9 of The Hard Way

“What are you doing? Dude, the jacket!”

“Shhh.” He put a hand to my mouth. “We’re rich bank robbers, right?” He pulled it away and waited, as though he expected an answer.

I said, “We’re the richest and most badass bank robbers ever.”

“That’s right, and we’ll pave thefucking-gstreet in cashmere jackets if we want. Now kneel. Take me out.”

I kneeled in front of him and took his cock out of his pants as he undid his shirt cuffs and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He was making a real show of rolling up his cuffs really far. I took him in my mouth as he caressed my hair, gently, lovingly.

“Thor, come over her and touch her. Squeeze and rub her lips. Make her feel good.” He stroked my hair. “But no coming.”

Thor came over, crouched behind me, and began to touch and stroke me.

“Yes. Get me off, Ice. Fuck yes.” He pressed into my mouth, fucking my mouth like crazy. I took his giant cock deep, feeling him against the back of my throat. “Your lips are so beautiful when they’re on me, stretched around me.”

I could still see Zeus off to the side. A dark presence leaning against the nearby wall.

I was so on the edge. I wanted to die. Odin pulled out and turned me around to face Thor, who kissed me, too.

I heard the bottle top of the olive oil again. And all my senses went on high alert.

Thor paused in the kiss, and I felt something pass between them. A look. An awareness.

“Give me your ass, goddess,” Odin grated.

I stuck my ass up in the air, and he zeroed in on my asshole the way that Thor had, teasing my pucker. I hissed as he pressed in two fingers. They went in like butter.

“Zeus,” Odin said. “Do you see?”

“Yes,” Zeus said, moving closer.

“Three now,” Odin said, pressing three fingers into me. “How does it feel, goddess?”

“Omigod,” I said, as much of an answer as he was getting.

“Thor did a good job. Thor, take her head in your lap. Touch her ear the way she likes—lightly.”

Thor guided my head into his lap. I held onto his thighs as he drew his finger around the shell of my ear.

Thor’s light touches and Odin’s gentle probing of my asshole were a combustible combination. I whimpered off the sheer pleasure overload.

“Do you see, Zeus, how I take her like this?”

“Mm-hmm,” Zeus rumbled.

OMG!Now Odin was making Zeus the watcher. It was official: Odin was officially trying to stimulate me to death.

“Zeus is enjoying this very much,” Odin said. “He loves to see my fingers disappear into your beautiful, perfect asshole. And Zeus, what will you do if anybody comes by?”

“Nobody’s coming by,” he growled, deep and deadly. Shivers went over me. I wanted him to say more about what he’d do if people with bad intentions came by—I loved when Zeus talked tough. But just then Odin curled his fingers inside my asshole, stretching and warming me from the inside, sending wild pleasure though me.

It felt so dirty, so good.

In and out he went. Odin was so often directing the others to do things to me, it was kind of special to have his attention so fierce on me like this.

“Tell her what you’ll do if anyone comes to bother us, Zeus,” Odin said. “I think she’d like to hear more.”

“I’ll fuck them up,” Zeus said. “Nobody bothers our Isis.”

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