Page 8 of He Likes it Spicy

"I've been doing the same routine for almost two years," I say. "Trust me, you'd get tired of it, too."

"So change the routine."

I shake my head and laugh. "Charles is a creative dictator. Maybe that's too harsh, but it's his show. His decisions. Even if he agreed to switch it up, I'd be running every leap and step up the chain like before. It’s not worth it."

Thor shrugs. "So quit."

"You have a simple answer for everything, don't you?"

"Take it from an old man. There's really only one rule in life that means anything. One guideline."

I lean over the seat and clasp my hands in prayer. "Please, oh wise old sage, impart your ancient wisdom upon me."

Thor smiles at me as we pull onto the long dirt driveway up his hill. The big poplars flank us; beams of moonlight flood the spaces between them like street lamps. "Do what fulfills you, forget everything else."

I think about the pictures in his entryway. Thor's life is a meandering line of chasing fulfillment. He's retired but possesses a glint in his eyes belonging to a man thirty years younger—a man with a million passions and his whole life ahead of him. How many more pictures will fill his walls?

What sort of pictures will I have in my home someday?

“You seemed really happy talking to that little girl after the show, you know?” he says, glancing at me. “Maybe there’s something there.”

“Maybe I just love compliments.” I put my hand on Thor's leg. "That's enough existential crisis. Tonight, I'm taking your advice: I'm doing what fulfills me and forgetting everything else."

We pull up to the house and he kills the engine. For a moment, we just stare at each other.

That moment is interrupted by our lips crashing together. He pulls me into the driver’s seat with ease, tearing at my unitard and bucking against me.

"Finally," he growls. "And out here, we can be as loud as we want."

I lean back and accidentally hit the horn. Well, he said as loud as we want.

"I am going to fuck your brains out," I huff, holding his face in my hands. "But first, I need to shower. You wouldn't believe how much I sweat in this get-up."

"I don't care..."

"I do. Come on, big guy. You can hold out another fifteen minutes." I slide back over, grab my bag, and open the door. "And I've got something special planned for you. A private show..."

"The Valkyrie is going to perform for me?"

"Just get me set up in the bathroom and go wait for me on the couch. Don't peek. Be patient.”

"I suddenly regret claiming to be a patient man."

Thor's home feels even bigger in the dark. There's so much room for shadows.

He leads me upstairs to the master bathroom, gets me some towels, and reluctantly heads back downstairs. As nice as his shower and tub are, I could spend the whole night in here doing some much-needed self-care.

But I'm just as impatient as he is.

I pull the black dress and heels from my bag, set them out, strip down, and moan under the waterfall showerhead as the hot water takes me.

Steam obscures the shower's wide glass door. Lavender suds from his body wash grace my body, and my hair falls wet down my back as I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

The door opens.

I turn and find Thor standing naked at the threshold, letting water splash out all over his rustic tile floor.

Every muscle on his body seems primed, so tense and coiled that he might explode. His eyes take me with a frightening hunger. That big cock pulls itself toward me like it's chasing fulfillment.

"What are you doing? I asked you to wait..."

Thor steps into the stream, backing me against the sweaty wall. Water cascades down his barrel chest. The head of his cock pokes my belly as if to claim it.

He reaches out, takes my neck, and rolls his thumb up my throat and over my chin.

"Sorry," he says, "but I can't wait a moment longer."

My sexy little plan evaporates as Thor pulls me into a searing wet kiss. Water rains down on us, spreading the suds from my body to his. My fingers explore the firmness of his broad back, so smooth that I can't get a grip.

I don't say another word. I don't complain that he spoiled my surprise.

I kiss him like his lips are the only source of fulfillment I'll ever find in this world.

I’m lifted off my feet, pinned against the wall, spread open for this giant of a man. He holds me so easily that I feel weightless.

We don't break eye contact as he presses the tip of his cock into me for the first time.

"I've been waiting for this," he huffs, water dripping from his lips, "my entire life."

I grip the back of his head like I'm trying to steal his soul. Every new inch of him feels impossibly big, such a perfect fit that it brings some sense to his words.

"Don't say that." I shake my head, working my hips gently against his exploring thrusts. "You don't even know me..."

"I've got my whole life to know you, Sam—"

I kiss him to shut his perfect mouth, to stop those wonderful words from coming out—I bite his lip so he knows how hard I want it.

Our moans begin to fill the shower like steam.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, taking him deeper. “How do you feel this good?”

Thor answers with a deep growl, pounding me against the wall. I squeal and bounce and let him take me, let him have everything he wants.

I don’t know what happens when the circus moves on.

But tonight, I’m his.

Without rinsing the suds away, Thor carries me out of the shower. He plops me onto his soft, cool white sheets, immediately soaking them. That wild look in his eyes tells me that he doesn’t mind what we get wet or what we break. The only thing that matters is finally giving in…

Candles have been lit all over his room. The balcony doors are cracked open, letting the cool breeze in. Moonlight dances with firelight.

Thor crawls over me, a prowling beast with a raging cock.

I reach up and pull him into a kiss, hooking my legs around him, so desperate to have him back inside of me that I whine in his ear. “Please. Please. Fuck me.”

“I like that…”

Thor pulls back, muscles rippling as he spreads my legs.

“Say it again.”

“Please!” I buck my hips, trying to find his cock. “You don’t know how badly I want it.”

“Yes,” he says, “I do.”

He thrusts into me like he’s trying to deliver a killing blow. Stars explode in my vision and I wrap my arms around him, hanging on for dear life. He’s so big… I never knew it could feel like this.

Like my essence is being filled with him .

“That day… in that dress…” Thor pants, rolling his hips, exploring my pussy with his throbbing cock.

“This was all I could think about. I felt like a creep. If I had known that you wanted this too, I would have taken you to my truck and fucked you in the parking lot. I would have had you screaming my name…”

“OH, GOD,” I moan so loudly that the bed frame vibrates. “You’re so big. Don’t stop.”

Thor flips me over, manhandling me. I’ve never been tossed around like this, used and railed and absolutely dominated…

He pins my head down, pounding me from behind, greedily smacking and grabbing my ass. Every touch is a stake of ownership, a declaration of my submission to his powerful body, at least for the night.

“And when I saw you that night, out there dancing, dancing for me ,” he growls in my ear, holding my head back by my hair. “I knew that having you was the only thing that mattered anymore. Sam. Oh, fuck. You change everything. ”

There’s a fury in his hips, a rage that rocks me and makes me cry out and claw at the sheets. But, God, does it feel so good.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He rakes his fingers down my back, practically trying to take a chunk out of me. “I need you. I’m addicted to you. I’d give up everything just to be near you.”

Now, it’s my turn to unleash some rage.

I roll (Thor lets me, anyway) and mount the giant man. Somehow, he’s sexier on his back, gazing up at me with reverence in his blue eyes. His hands shoot to my tits, toying with them like they’re his playthings, pinching me and making me quake.

“You can’t keep talking to me like that,” I say, reaching down and guiding his cock back into me. My eyes flutter as he fills me. “Can’t keep saying that shit. Who do you think you are… who do… Oh, God, you feel perfect .”

I ride him slowly, loving the way his cock hits all the spots inside of me that have never been stimulated. I let the tempo of his breathing move me, the bass of his moans bounce my butt.

Thor drops his head back, barely hanging on. “You’re unreal.”

I smile, grab his face, and force him to look at me. “You ain’t seen unreal yet, big guy.” I gently take his hands and place them on my hips. “Hold me here.”

Thor takes me firmly, holding me up.

Never breaking eye contact, I pull both legs back and hook my feet behind my head. Clearly, Thor has never seen a naked woman contort before, because his eyes bulge and his dick practically goes as hard as diamonds.

“Oh, my…”

I smile and hold the position. “Now fuck me , Thor.”

My big man obliges.

Holding me in place—my feet locked behind my head, pussy completely spread and open for him—Thor drives his cock into me so fast and deep that my vision blurs.

Screams fly from my lips freely.

My tits bounce with every jackhammer thrust.

And before I know it, I’m crying out his name and cumming again for this complete beast of a man. I finally fall out of the contortion, trembling atop his sturdy body. It feels like I’m lying on a cliff that breathes.

“I did not…” Thor pants, “know… you would… do that…”

“Honestly, I’ve never tried it.” I fan myself. “Not during sex, anyway.”

“I’m honored to be the first.”

“Yeah?” I lift my head, dragging my fingers down his chest. “I bet that’s not all we can do…”

For who-knows-how-long, Thor explores my body’s abilities.

I stand on my hands at the edge of the bed as he kisses my clit, and then he drives his cock down into me while he holds my legs in a splits position; he pins me on my back, stretches my legs back so far that my toes touch the sheets, and drills me, growling the sexiest words I’ve ever heard onto my lips between stolen kisses; he fucks me mid-air, slapping his hips against me so hard that my skin sears red.

Until, finally, we end up on our sides on the floor, Thor thrusting into me from behind, breath hot in my ear.

“I can’t…. Sam… Oh, God.”

“Mhmm,” I coo, reaching back and holding his head. “Cum, baby. I want it inside of me. Please. Please .”

Of all the positions, this is my favorite. We’re so close, so wrapped up in each other, that I can’t tell where I begin and he ends. His arms hold me so tightly that I feel like I’m melting into him.

“Cum, Thor,” I whisper, drenched in sweat. “Cum for me…”

Again, I feel him explode.

Every muscle on his body shivers. His fingers dig into me like he’s trying to hold onto reality, trying not to drift off into the heaven we’re feeling.

His warm seed fills me.

I close my eyes, working my butt against him like I’m dancing to a slow, unheard song. Our song. I could stay like this forever, whimpering with every pump of his big, perfect cock.

“Sam,” he says, deep voice massaging me. “Don’t leave. We could do this every day. You don’t understand what I’d do to make you mine…”

“Don’t think about tomorrow,” I whisper. “Enjoy tonight.”

“We’re not going to sleep.”

I roll over, take his big face in my hands, and smile. “Not a chance.”