Page 13 of The Most Wanted (The Kinky Bank Robbers #4)

I complied. He buttoned the thing up slowly, tugging the front way more than he needed to. He touched the bottom, but he didn’t button down there. Instead he pressed his fingers between my legs, drawing his massive fingers slowly and heavily through my folds, slick with arousal.

I began to move under his touch, needing more. And more. And harder. And up…And up…and every time I moved, the clips sent zings through my body, like little lightning bolts to my brain and pussy both.

“Don’t you dare come,” he said. “You only get to come with Zeus.”

“Okay,” I gasped.

“Problem,” he said, stroking me.

“Yes,” I panted. “I need to come.”

“You can’t. In fact, I don’t think you’re even properly prepared for Zeus. I need to think of something else.”

“No,” I begged. I didn’t want him thinking. I didn’t want either of us thinking. I reached down and palmed his massive erection, which was easy to find, even with a blindfold.

“Are you trying to distract me? Stalling for time? Hoping Zeus will come and take you right here in this dressing room?”

“Sort of.” I unzipped Thor’s pants. He hadn’t come yet that day, which made him highly distractible.

“Shit,” he said as I took out his giant cock. I pictured it in my hand, hard with veins. I ran my thumb over the bulbous head .

“Let go,” he grated.

I let go.

He pushed down the belt blindfold so that it was around my neck. I saw right then he was in a state. Thor in this mood was dangerous. A little unpredictable.

He twisted the sash so that it was a little tighter. “On your knees,” he grated.

I went down on my knees and looked up, waiting there in my lewd underwear.

His gaze was were all over my body. “You look so fucking beautiful and badass in that, Ice. So wrong and so hot.”

I swallowed. I felt wrong and hot. Our whole life together was perfectly wrong and hot.

“Spread your knees. Wide.”

I complied, spreading my knees, exposing my tender, slick folds to the cool air.

Thor kicked the inside of my knee. “More,” he growled.

I went wider, baring myself to his dark, hungry gaze. My clit throbbed with sensation. I felt like I would explode into instant orgasm if he so much as touched me.

“Good.” He yanked lightly on the leash, like I was this creature for him to control. A thing under his command, down on my knees for his pleasure.

I practically sparkled with excitement.

“Touch yourself while you suck me, but you will not, cannot come.”

Eep.

I leaned forward and wrapped my fingers around his root. Slowly and teasingly, I slid my mouth over his cock, sucking, squeezing, while I fingered myself.

“Don’t stop touching yourself like that,” he gasped. “You need to be primed for Zeus to fuck you. ”

He rested his hand on the back of my hair, guiding my head, as if the leash weren’t enough.

I kept on touching myself, trying not to let it feel too good.

I concentrated on what I was doing to Thor, going hard at his base with my hand while I did a silky soft thing with my mouth on the rest of his cock, something I’d noticed he enjoyed.

He groaned, cock swelling in my mouth, my throat.

It was too much, asking me not to come in this scenario—especially with this new, mean leash thing.

When I felt the pleasure building, I resorted to reciting months in my head. First how many days were in each month, and then what people’s birthdays were in each month. Eventually I had to go to defcon one: presidential birthdays.

“You look so helpless like this. It makes me want to fuck the shit out of you. Hey—” He yanked on my leash. “You with me?” he growled. “Or did you go somewhere?”

I made a sound in the back of my throat.

He hissed out a breath and stroked the back of my hair. “I know this is hard for you, goddess, but I need you to feel everything right now. Feel me fucking your face, baby.” With the toe of his boot, he nudged my knees wider. “Push your finger inside yourself, Ice. Make yourself wet for Zeus.”

I complied, though I honestly didn’t know how I could be wetter.

Thor pushed his cock into my mouth, holding me more firmly now.

“Zeus is upset and emotional. He needs to use you hard, goddess.”

He tightened his grip on my hair. His words were having the opposite effect of presidential birthdays. I was so on the edge, I felt half-crazy.

He panted, getting close .

“He’s going to throw you against the wall and fuck you like he hates you.”

I was pretending to finger myself at this point.

“He’ll pull your hair and use your body. And it’ll be intense.”

I made a sound of protest, because I seriously was going to come if he didn’t shut up.

“Shhh, you can do it,” he said, stroking my hair. “He’ll use your beautiful body for his utter and complete—” He let out a strangled cry and jerked into my mouth one last time, cock pulsing like mad under my grip, shooting cum down my throat, panting, gasping.

He stilled. Moments later, he pulled out and yanked me up by the leash to face him. “Ice.” He wiped my lips with his shirt sleeve, then opened up the coat. I whimpered as he pulled the clips off.

“Oh my god,” I said, because my nipples were always insanely sensitive after.

He ran his fingers over them, through my dirty cut-out bra. The wild pleasure was building, building. I was about to burst into tears or an orgasm—I didn’t know which.

“Your cheeks are this beautiful pink,” Thor said. “And your lips are swollen, and your eyes are so wild.”

Footsteps in the dressing room hallway.

“Oops,” Thor said.

The door opened and there was Zeus. “Where’ve you been?”

Thor stepped aside.

Zeus swept his gaze up and down me, taking in my pink wig, my cut-up underwear, my aroused, trembly state. “Jesus,” he whispered, coming to me. He grabbed my shoulders, looking me over wildly.

I trembled like a sacrifice in front of a rough god. Thor’s story had me seriously primed. Thor’s stories could do that.

“Please,” I pleaded, panting, not knowing what I was saying please for.

“Out,” he growled at Thor.

Thor left.

He twisted my nipples, watching my eyes.

“Oh, please,” I said again.

“Goddess.” I wouldn’t say he was looked angry, but he didn’t seem entirely sane. Zeus undid his pants and took out his cock.

I was panting so hard, I could barely talk. I might have mouthed the word please .

“Fuck! Look at you! You are so there.” Like a man in a fugue state, he shoved off his shoes and pants and took me into his arms in one mad, brutal motion. “Goddess!” He slammed me against the wall and kissed me sloppily.

I was guessing here that we wouldn’t be making it to the alley.

His scratchy shirt was pure madness against my nipples, his scratchy whiskers rough against my cheek.

Without tenderness, he gripped my thigh and lifted my leg, exposing my pussy to his granite-hard bat of a cock.

“I can’t…I can’t…” I can’t be gentle, he meant. I can’t be kind.

“Just…,” I whispered, “just…please.” Fuck me, I meant.

He grabbed his cock and pushed into me, spreading me, filling me, like a jackhammer, thick and hard and unrelenting. He fucked me without mercy, without tenderness, shoving me up roughly against the wall with his hulking mass.

I felt so diffuse, with every molecule in me in perfect contact with the animal part of him, fucking me, using me, needing me. And the rough feeling on my nipples…I knew I couldn’t last. Could not last…at which point I broke apart in an explosion of light and madness.

“ Uh-uh-uh ,” Zeus said, fucking me, kissing me all over my face.

He came soon after, emitting a strangled cry. Like a big wounded bull.

I felt such love for him right then, for his big, emotionally raw self. I kissed him, putting all the love I had for him into it.

He buried his face in my neck. “Baby.” He held me tight. “Did I hurt you?”

“No way,” I said. “You never could.”

His chest heaved up and down.

I ran my thumb over his rough whiskers, so worried for our little group. These men were so powerful, but our group was fragile.

I’d be stupid to think otherwise.

“When I saw you standing in here like that,” Zeus said, “I don’t know—it was like something took me over. Like you were an overinflated balloon I had to burst.” He panted softly. “And something inside me…it was so good,” he panted. “I so needed…”

I stroked his hair. “It was beyond good,” I said. “Um…except for the part where you just compared me to an o verinflated balloon .”

He smiled his beautiful smile.

I smiled, too. “You think that’s a flattering comparison?”

He pulled away and looked at me with this expression of wonder. “Isis?—”

“Yes?” I asked.

He was looking at me like he couldn’t believe how wondrous I was. Like I was the unicorn version of a woman, so amazing. Or that’s what I told myself he was thinking, until he asked, “What is that underwear you have on?”

“Oh.” The underwear . “Thor did that,” I said.

“It’s so fucked up, it shows how beautiful you are, and it’s getting me hard all over again.”