Page 38 of Loki’s Spellbinder (Hunters Creek Archangel’s Warriors MC #14)

Enough recovery time had lapsed for me to know I was more than healed and ready to make love with my man.

It had been torture not to. We barely got started on our physical relationship when the wreck happened.

There was so much more that Loki and I had to learn about each other in the bedroom.

Everything we’d done until now had been unbelievably satisfying.

I admitted that nothing I’d experienced before him had compared, not even my solo efforts.

When I confessed that to Loki, he assured me it was the same for him.

He claimed that having feelings for your partner increased the experienced pleasure. I agreed that was part of it.

We left the clubhouse minutes ago and came home.

It was hard to contain myself. Loki had insisted we use a vehicle to get to the clubhouse due to the temperature.

Loki owned a Jeep Wrangler along with his Harley-Davidson Road King.

Both were done in the same silvery-gray paint.

They matched as closely as he could get them.

His bike had a man with a horned helmet and other Norse symbols, with the name Loki painted on it.

It was beautiful work, and when I asked who did it, he said four of the Dublin Falls guys—Ghost, Falcon, Blaze, and Tiger—did custom bikes.

They came up with the design and painted it for him.

However, all thoughts other than my man naked so I could worship him were wiped from my mind.

As we entered the house, I prevented him from taking over.

I adored it when he did, but I wanted to be able to give to him tonight.

He always seemed to be the one giving to me.

As he came toward me with that look I knew so well on his face, I held up my hand and shook my head. He stopped.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting? Not in the mood?”

“I’m not hurting and am most definitely in the mood. However, I want you to let me be in control first. I need to worship you. I want you to get naked and meet me in our bedroom. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Baby, I’m more than okay if you want to do that. Is there anything I should do other than get naked?”

“Lie on the bed on your stomach. And face away from the door,” I added.

I piqued his interest by the way his eyes lit up.

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” he rumbled.

As I explained what I wanted him to do, he’d removed his cut and boots.

I reluctantly removed my property cut and hung it up.

Slipping out of my shoes as I watched his firm ass walk away was a lit match to my already climbing desire.

I didn’t want to give away my plan, so I slipped into the office.

It was empty except for a box I’d hidden in there.

I hadn’t brought it with me. But before we left Georgia, I asked Mom if she’d get it from my apartment and send it to me.

She’d done it right away. She was smart and addressed in care of Loki’s real name, attention Spellbinder.

And she had a prospect take it to a post office instead of her or Rage.

When it came, Loki was curious about its contents, but I told him it was work-related, so he lost interest.

Opening the box, I quickly chose what I wanted.

I wasn’t sure if he’d be open to what I had in mind, but I brought the item anyway.

I hurried across the house to the guest bathroom, where I stripped and freshened up.

When I was done, I made my way to our bedroom.

The lights were on low, and I soaked up the sight of my man on the bed.

Loki’s body was covered in defined muscles.

His back had a large tattoo of the club’s emblem.

His taut, rounded ass cheeks tempted me to smack them.

I knew he didn’t mind some pain. Would he love to be spanked the way I did?

When I reached the bed, I put the item on the nightstand. He remained facing forward. I picked the item up after climbing onto the bed. I straddled his lower back. He arched his back, pushing his spine into my core.

“I won’t be distracted, Alexander. I want you to lie there. Let me explore and make you feel good.”

Without waiting for him to say anything, I poured oil into my hands.

I put the bottle aside and rubbed my hands together to warm the oil before I placed them on his upper shoulders and neck.

Slowly yet firmly, I began to massage the oil in.

He groaned. I knew I had a talent for massaging, finding those knots, and relaxing muscles.

I worked it there for a couple of minutes before moving further down. I felt Loki relaxing underneath me. His moans and groans and muttered, “Right there,” told me he thoroughly enjoyed it.

To give myself more pleasure, I paused rubbing and leaned down to trace my tongue along the edge of his muscles on his shoulders.

The oil I used had cinnamon in it. It not only heated the oil a bit, but it tasted wonderful.

From that point, I’d massage his muscles, then explore with my tongue or place kisses.

I would’ve started with his front side, but I knew his cock would’ve distracted me, and I wouldn’t have touched or tasted him as much as I did.

When I made it to his ass cheeks, this was where I wondered if he’d stop me.

I rubbed, slapped, and kneaded them. His groans weren’t ones of denial, not even when I smacked them harder.

His hips would jerk and lift. Knowing this was my chance, I spread his cheeks and rubbed an oil-slicked finger down his ass crack.

Loki jerked. Then I circled his tight asshole and rubbed back and forth across it.

This move caused him to tense and turn his head for the first time to look at me over his shoulder.

“May I go further?” I asked.

“Christ, babe, I don’t know if I’ll like that. I’ve never let a woman touch me that way,” he admitted gruffly.

“If you hate it, tell me, and I’ll stop it. But if you relax, I hear this makes a man blow incredibly hard.”

“I don’t want to blow on the sheets. I want to be inside of you when I come.”

“Then let’s see if you can stand it. If so, you can fuck me while I finger your ass.”

“You’ve never done this?”

“Nope, but I’ve heard it makes a man wild.”

“And if I let you try, do I get to finger yours?”

“I believe that’s only fair. But I must warn you. I’ve played with my own ass and like it.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that before this?” He sounded slightly outraged.

“I wanted to surprise you,” I smirked.

“Well, you did that, and now all I can think of is playing with yours.”

“Mmm, that’ll feel good. You slipping a slick finger in my tight ass,” I panted. My pussy was wet from massaging him. Talking of fingerfucking our asses made it worse. As he moaned, I continued to circle his hole. He was less tense.

“Fuck, I can picture that,” he admitted.

“And what about putting more than a finger in it?” I asked.

“Jesus, are you serious?” he asked, still gazing back at me, the blaze in his gaze heightened.

“Yeah, I’d let you put a plug or dildo in there.” I paused before adding, “And if you work me up to it, your cock could end up in my ass.” I pushed my finger into his ass.

He tightened and hissed. But I went slow and slid it back and forth, inching it deeper.

Loki didn’t tell me to stop, so I pushed to get my finger past his sphincter muscles.

When it did, he sighed and relaxed. I thrust deeper and wiggled until I found what I was looking for, a round protrusion.

When I bumped into it, he arched his back, almost knocked me off him, groaned loudly, then said.

“Christ! Is that…” he didn’t finish his question.

“Your prostate? Oh yeah, that’s it. Let’s see what feels the best to you,” I crooned.

Having a man trust me to put anything in his asshole thrilled me. Plenty had wanted to play in mine, but shot down any suggestion that I be allowed to do the same to theirs. It was why I denied them and experimented on myself.

I lightly stroked my finger over it. Then, the next thrust, I tapped his prostate with the tip of my finger.

I threw in thrusts where I didn’t touch it but kept him off-kilter.

The next time, I tapped harder against it.

Loki was moaning, and his ass pushed back to meet my thrusts.

His asshole would tighten around my finger.

Wanting to test how excited he was, because I was close to coming just from diddling his ass, I wiggled my free hand underneath his hips to find his cock was a thick pole, and there was a wet spot on the bed from the precum he leaked. I pumped it twice.

“Fuck, don’t or I’ll come on the sheets. I can’t take much more, Brae,” Loki pleaded.

I removed my hand from his cock and leaned as close as I could to his ear with my finger still in his ass.

“Then let’s do something about it.”

Suddenly, he was rolling. My finger came loose. He rolled me underneath him, ending with him on top of me, and I was flat on my back. Loki reared up and held his cock at the base.

“Spread those legs and let me inside that pussy,” he growled.

I happily complied. As soon as my legs were spread, he jerked my ass closer to the edge of the bed, lined up, and then thrust hard inside.

I whimpered at the pleasure hitting me. It took only that thrust to have him buried inside of me.

Loki wrapped my legs around his waist and began thrusting.

I wasn’t sure how to do his ass with my finger. It wasn’t long enough.

I wailed. “I can’t reach you!”

“That’s alright. You’ve got me so fucking excited, I’m not gonna last anyway. We’ll figure it out, but I can say this. It’s on the list to repeat,” he panted.