Page 14 of The Deeper Game (The Kinky Bank Robbers #3)

Chapter Nine

Zeus was already pulling me out of the car.

“I need us to go out into the darkest part of that field out there,” he gasped between kisses, like he’d die if it didn’t happen.

“We’ll wait,” Odin said casually from the backseat

Zeus grabbed my ass and picked me clear up there in the pounding rain.

I locked my legs around his waist.

His steely cock ground into my sex.

“Yes,” I whispered, gasping into another kiss.

I no longer cared about the rain.

He hiked me up and nuzzled my breast through my wet shirt, smushing around the fabric.

He was like a bear trying desperately to get into a tent and not understanding about the zipper.

I ripped apart my shirt, letting the buttons fly. I need the abrasive yumminess of Zeus’s whiskery cheeks on my tender breasts.

I wanted the bear in the tent.

He brought his face to my dripping wet chest and rubbed his whiskers all over me, and then he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked like mad.

I balled my fists in his hair, squeezing, pulling, wrenching, as though his hair was a gas pedal and if I squeezed tightly enough while grinding hard enough against his cock, he’d go faster, harder, stronger.

“Jesus,” he said, kissing up my neck. He stepped away from the SUV, and in one feverish and fluid motion, he hauled me up over his shoulder, firefighter style.

“Hey!” I gasped. The world was upside down.

He carried me like that out past the rest stop building and into the expanse beyond the picnic area where the lights didn’t shine.

We headed deeper into the darkness, rain pounding, Zeus in total Clan of the Cave Bear mode.

Everything seemed to be getting further away.

The lights, the world. Rain beat down onto my back as he rounded a tree and flipped me back into his arms. He kneeled then, gently laying me out on the wet, muddy ground.

“I hate that he fucking called you on your phone. I had to pulverize that thing. I don’t care. ”

“Come here,” I gasped, pulling him to me by his shirt. Instead, he broke away from my grip and stood over me, towering over me, chest heaving, cock straining through his soaking wet cargo pants.

A deep and primal part of me understood what was happening. It was as if, after the phone call, he had to claim me all over again. Something tightened deep in my belly at the thought. He ripped the shirt right off himself as if to confirm it and began to unbuckle his pants.

“If you’re not naked in two seconds, those pants are getting destroyed, too.”

I undid my jeans. Shirts and skirts are one thing, but it’s hard to find jeans you really love.

Even though it was dark, I could see him perfectly, standing over me, naked, cock shining, watching me wriggle out of the jeans legs, trembling with excitement.

“Hurry it up,” he growled. He’d tossed all of his clothes aside. Later he’d be mad when he couldn’t find them, but later didn’t exist to him right now.

The mud felt cool and slippery under my ass as I pulled off my jeans. My foot splashed in a cool puddle. He snatched my clothes from my hands and tossed them aside, too; they were illuminated mid-air by a flash of lightning.

“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered. “Touch yourself.”

I parted my legs for him and pressed one hand to my slick pussy, sliding a finger around in my hot juices. I brought my other hand to my breast.

“Yeah, do that, too.”

Zeus always liked when I touched myself really intensely and thoroughly.

“Fuck,” he said, falling to his knees between my legs, his taut, muscular beauty outlined by another flash of distant lightning.

He fell onto all fours over me, caging my shoulders with his beefy, tree-trunk arms. “Are you wet?”

“Drenched,” I whispered, laying back in the mud.

He pressed a hand over my pussy, fanning his fingers over mine, guiding my masturbation.

“You need to be wet for this.”

He slid his slippery fingers up my equally slippery stomach in the cool, pounding rain. “You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, gliding his warm, rough hands everywhere, like he was slicking the rain all over me.

Finally, he stretched out over me.

“I have to be inside you hard.”

That one didn’t need an answer. I pulled him to me by his hair.

He rolled us over sideways. I shifted so that his body was perfectly flush to mine so that the most skin was touching, right down to the toes.

“God, you feel good,” he said.

I felt his fingers move back to my hot, thrumming sex, sending delicious sensation deep into my core. He wasn’t the only one on the edge.

“I have to...” he grated feverishly.

“Hurry,” I said.

He slid a rough cheek over my nipple.

“After more of that,” I said.

“Are you on any rocks or branches or anything? I don’t want to fuck up your beautiful back,” he said. “I don’t want to drive you into something hard.”

He didn’t have to say any more. I knew he was so on the edge of control, he was worried that once he was in me, he wouldn’t be able to stop. So he wanted to make sure nothing sharp was under me.

Like a fucking gentleman. A gentlemanly type of a bear.

“It’s fine, Zeus. Fuck me into everything. Grind me down to China, I don’t care. Just fill me. Please. Now.”

He hissed out a breath and then he pushed my hand away from my crotch and guided himself into me, filling me.

“Yeah,” I said as he stretched over me, cock swollen and huge inside me. “This.”

He mumbled unintelligibly as he began to thrust.

“Harder,” I said. “Fuck me senseless, Zeus.”

He went harder. His wild fucking blotted out all the thoughts from my mind, all the fear and stalkers and weirdness. It was just me and Zeus and the biting rain and the cool, slippery mud, hurtling through the universe.

Uh-uh-uh, he grunted. Uh-uh-uh.

I caressed his back, feeling such love for him, wanting even more of him, whatever he had to give. The brutality, the care, the whole damn thing.

Uh-uh, he began. He mauled my jawline with his mouth as he fucked me. Like he wanted to eat my whole muddy, rain-soaked head.

Then he found my ear.

He bit down on my earlobe—hard.

The sharp, dark pleasure of it shot through me like a bullet, and I pulled him to me, trying to grab a hold on his slippery back.

“Yes,” I panted. “More. Just… fuck …”

As if he could fuck me more.

My words didn’t have to make sense. They were more like musical notes that I had to get out of myself or I’d burst.

Twin sensations warred for attention within me—the sting of his teeth on my earlobe and the building pleasure between my legs from the wild, huge thickness of him.

Over and over, he invaded me with his massive girth, keeping hold of my ear with his teeth, merciless with the pain and pleasure under the dark, drenched sky.

I kind of didn’t know where we were or what anything was. And suddenly my body came apart in a wild orgasm.

“Uh…” Zeus made a strangled noise. “ Uh-uh-uh. ” He thrust once again, harder, grinding into me, which set off new waves of pleasure. I could feel the vibrations of his cock as he came and the warmth of his cum inside me.

The moment slid on and on under the pounding rain.

“Oh,” I said, boneless beneath him. “Fuck.”

I looked over then and saw a bobbing flashlight.

“Uh oh,” I said.

Was it an interloper?

Somebody dangerous?

Zeus looked over and grunted. “One of us,” he said.

“How can you tell?”

“From the shape.”

Sure enough, it was Thor, playing the flashlight over our naked bodies. It was a little invasive. Like we were on display. Caught. Revealed.

Needless to say, it was hot.