Page 3 of The Hard Way (The Kinky Bank Robbers #5)

Chapter Three

I waited, panting in the dark. Naked, alone, vulnerable. Though deep down, I knew they’d stop anybody who would come into this alley. And it seemed like a dead end from the other side.

Still, I pretended I was alone in a real alley, and strangers might come and have their way with me.

The cool night kicked up, caressing my nakedness like dark, cool fingers, making everything feel wild.

I closed my eyes, wishing I could touch myself—just a tiny bit—but I knew better.

The waiting made my excitement build. One touch between my legs and I might come.

I tried to battle back my libido with mental distraction. In my mind, I began to compose a letter to the Gigis, my jewel-thieving gal pals.

The Gigis had made me promise to write them all about the trip. I tried to think how to describe the vineyard and medieval castles we’d toured, or the art museums we’d wandered through.

I pictured our favorite paintings, but they kept morphing into images of Thor’s finger sliding around the pucker of my asshole, and the only words I could think of were words for how awesome that felt, and what an amazing relief it was when he finally slid that one finger into me, how my whole being became a chorus of yes, yes, yes!

And when he pushed it in deep and wiggled it…

Well, let’s just say it was not the kind of newsy letter the Gigis had had in mind when they’d made me promise to write.

A breeze kicked up. I whimpered, wildly turned on.

Being naked and alone outside made me hot.

Odin knew it, naturally.

It was a little bit like my favorite cartoon porn, the woodland elf girl.

And the hunters come upon her. Odin probably had that in mind, that echo.

He was an artist that way. I pressed my breasts to the wall, slid them across it, like Thor made me do.

The feeling shot to my core. The soft breeze licked my bare ass.

Eventually footsteps echoed on the other side of the alley. And then another pair of footsteps.

The footsteps drew nearer.

Every inch of my skin was on fire.

A low and rumbly voice. “What do we have here?”

Odin.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Zeus. He was a dark figure, leaning against the alley wall some ways down, bottle dangling from his fingers.

Thor took up residence next to him, his blond hair a flash in the night.

Odin kept coming. “It would be a shame to come upon her and not use her for our pleasure.”

Oh my god, he was doing it. The original elf girl, lost and vulnerable in the woods. But this was the Italian alley version. Like the CSI versus CSI Miami version.

Odin came up next to me and slid a finger along my chin. “Are you almost there?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“But you weren’t following my directions, were you?”

“Huh?”

“Your beautiful ass a little bit out?” I whimpered as he caressed it. I pressed it out into his hand, hoping he’d stick a finger or three in. Or was this one of those things where they got me wanting something superbad only to withhold it?

Odin slid a hand across my left butt cheek, then he gave it a hard slap. “Out more.”

I complied.

“There. That’s how I told you to wait. You still think this is Mr. and Mrs. Claus we’re playing at?”

Whack .

My entire being quivered.

“Is that what you think?” he continued. “That we’re like fluffy laughing Christmas characters with no edge?” Slap . “Like Mr. and Mrs. Claus?” Whap .

Odin really had a negative thing about Santa and Mrs. Claus. Like they symbolized a disturbingly neutered existence, rather than, say, presents under the tree. “Um…”

He hit me again, a sting followed by exciting and sparkly warmth. It was good. I wanted a lot. I wanted everything, everything, everything.

“Tell me, goddess, is this what Santa and Mrs. Claus do?”

“I hope not,” I breathed between spanks. “Or they’d traumatize a lot of elves. Not to mention children.”

Everything went still.

Except for the thunderous silence.

My heart pounded.

Mischievously, I added, “It would definitely be the end of their paid holiday appearances at shopping malls.”

“Oh, Ice.” Odin grabbed my hands and spun me around to face him.

I teetered on my wobbly heels, breathing hard while he looked deeply into my eyes .

He’d seemed so distant lately with his nightmares, but I felt us connecting now.

He held my hands and pressed them back to the wall above my head so that the backs of my hands grazed the nubby brick and held me there, letting the night air play upon my breasts and belly, so cool and sweet.

And then he kissed me, deep and intense. “We love you, goddess,” he said into the kiss, “but sometimes you are so naughty.” He roamed his hands all over my body. “And so wet. You love being naked in a dirty alley.”

“Do it,” I begged.

“Do what?” He casually slid a finger into my mouth. It tasted faintly of garlic and basil and everything wonderful about our dinner.

I sucked it, hard, hopefully giving him ideas of things to do very very soon.

He looked at me strangely, drew the finger down my jaw. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.” I trusted him completely, dangerous mood and all. I trusted Odin in a way I’d trusted few people ever.

Casually, he stepped back and took off his fine suit jacket. He threw it onto the ground like a picnic blanket.

“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 the fucking-g street 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.”

“More,” I gasped.

“I’ll make them sorry if they even look at you.”

It was superhot. “Please let me come,” I begged.

“Not yet, goddess.” It was then that I felt his huge cock at my opening. He rocked against my ass. “Relax. Let yourself open to me.”

“Oh my god,” I said as he slid deeper. We hadn’t done this in a long time; I’d forgotten how intense it was. I’d never felt so full. It was a new kind of feeling.

“Is it okay?” he asked. “You want me to stop?”

“God, no! Don’t stop,” I said. “It feels…perfect.”

He pushed in deeper. I felt euphoric, flooded with forbidden endorphins and sensations I didn’t know were possible. I cried out.

“You want me to get out?”

“You can’t!” I gasped .

It felt like he was rubbing my clit from the inside, like he was rubbing everything sensitive from the inside.

“It’s…so much stimulation.”

“I’m going to move, goddess,” Odin said.

“Do it,” I gasped. “You have to. It’s so amazing, you don’t even know.”

Odin began to move in me, tiny increments. I didn’t know I could feel so full, so utterly dominated from the inside. It was a little bit magical.

“You are so beautiful when you are gone in pleasure.” He snaked his other hand around to touch my clit.

“Can I come?” I gasped.

I wasn’t sure whether I even said it out loud, but then Odin said, “You can do whatever you want, whenever you want, goddess.”

“Move, Odin,” I said. “Move more.”

When he moved in me, it was like sending a ripple through my whole body. It was so much of everything good.

“Look at her face, Zeus,” Odin said.