Page 13 of The Wrong Idea (The Kinky Bank Robbers #2)

Chapter Ten

We followed Zeus across the place, past more of their bizarre criminal comrades, and through an unmarked door that opened onto a small stairwell.

The butterflies in my belly fluttered like mad as we took the stairs down, single file—Zeus, then me, then Thor and Odin. None of us spoke, which made it more dramatic and exciting in a wildly dirty way.

We arrived in a massive storeroom full of metal wire shelving—three aisles of it—stretching on and on into the darkness. The shelving held large bags and jars and cases of wine and booze, and the place smelled faintly of oregano. A storage room for Guvvey’s?

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

Zeus took a few steps down an aisle and stopped in front of some empty shelving. He pulled out the actual shelf so that it was just a shelving frame, like a metal square. He turned to me. “How does that look?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?” I asked.

Zeus lowered his voice to a rumble. “Come here.”

My belly tightened.

Thor clinked the ice in his drink. “After you, Isis.”

I went, heels clicking, right up to Zeus, who waited by the thing, which looked like a place to hang clothes or something. Thor followed me.

Zeus handed the oil to Thor and began to remove his tie, watching me levelly. “It’ll do.” His gaze had me vibrating.

I felt Odin come up behind me and slowly unzip my zipper.

“Oh,” I said, as the dress fell off, pooling around my shoes. I waited, heart racing, wearing nothing but a thong and high heels, standing like an offering before my three gods.

I felt like we were hidden in the deepest corner of the universe together. A place where anything could happen. Would we buttfuck now? Is that what was going to happen?

Zeus wrapped a beefy hand over the bar at the top of the rack. “Come here, Isis.”

Heat flared between my legs. I walked to him on trembling legs.

“Stand here. Can you reach this?” he asked.

I found I could if I kicked off my shoes and stood on the bar below. Butterflies rampaged around in my belly. I loved not knowing what was going to happen.

Before I’d joined my guys, I’d sneak off the sheep farm to do rural extreme sports, which usually involved jumping off somewhere I shouldn’t be jumping off of, giving myself to the thrill of gravity, the rush of no-turning-back. Now I gave myself to my kinky bank robbers.

“Both hands.” His breath sounded ragged.

I grabbed the cool upper bar with both hands.

Zeus whooshed out a breath and came up flush to me, pressing himself to my near-naked flesh, a rough caress of scratchy wool against tender skin. “We are going to make this good for you. You trust us, right?”

“With everything,” I said, vibrating with excitement.

He looped his tie over the bar at the top and wrapped it around my wrists, just tightly enough to keep my hands in place. His shirt grazed my nose as he worked, and I breathed him in. Just the scent of him was lulling me into a strange erotic trance.

When he was done, he stepped away and gazed into my eyes as I hung there, arms overhead, helpless before him, a virgin sacrifice.

A butt-virgin sacrifice, anyway.

Slowly, he slid his hands up and down my arms, watching my eyes. Then he pressed against me so that I could feel the bulge of his cock on my belly. “I know this isn’t a proper date,” he said, panting, breath hot on my nose.

“I don’t want it proper.”

He kissed me. “Don’t lie. I know it’s not.

It’s just that Thor’s talk put the idea in my head.

And then you said you wanted it in the ass, with us touching you…

Isis, you’re such a pathetic dirty talker, I don’t know why it got me so wild, but it did.

Your pathetic dirty talk is so sexy, I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

” Zeus pressed against me, pushing against me, closing his mouth over my earlobe.

I exhaled sharply, gripping the cool bar above. This was already the best thing ever.

Ice clinked in the darkness.

Thor.

I shot a glance over at him and he smiled. He’d started it; he was to blame. Or, more, to thank. I couldn’t think of any place I’d rather be.

Odin just stood there looking hot and devilish in spite of his purple sunglasses.

“Oh, Isis.” Zeus kissed my lips, kissed my neck, then closed his mouth over my nipple, sucking it to a pert tip.

Electricity crackled through me, heading straight down between my legs.

Confident hands slid down my hips. Up, then down.

I gripped the hard, cool metal, consumed by the magic of his touch, by the sound of skin against skin, by the sound of his breathing in hushed storeroom.

Wicked fingers looped through my thong and pushed it down my legs.

Odin.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Yes,” I said. “Please.”

“You’re sure?”

My skin sprung alive with pleasure everywhere he touched. “More than sure.”

Zeus pulled away. “Gimme that oil, Thor.”

Thor handed it to him, and he walked around to the back of the rack. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel the brush of his dinner jacket.

Thor looked over at Odin and gestured toward me.

Odin threw off his jacket and his glasses. He came to me and kissed me, looking more beautiful than ever, and open, too, like a flower, though I know he’d hate the comparison.

“Odin,” I breathed.

“I didn’t want to wait either, goddess.” He kissed my breast. I wanted to touch him, to shove my hands into his gorgeous hair, but it wasn’t for now, considering my hands were tied above me.

I felt him unbutton his fly, felt the metal of his belt brush my knees as his pants fell. A condom wrapper crinkled.

Zeus’s hands roamed possessively over my butt cheeks, sliding along. He’d dipped into the oil—I could tell from the slickness of his fingertips.

My clit tingled as he slipped a slick finger between my butt cheeks and slid it up and down along my hole, teasing me.

I’d never look at olive oil dispensers on restaurant tables the same way ever again.

Just in time, Odin pressed his hips into mine from the front, allowing his cock to stroke along my seam. My brain melted at the devilishly slippery stroking; Odin in front, Zeus in back. We got up a slow, grinding rhythm, erotic and pulsing.

There was the sound of hard breathing, and I realized it was me, that I was panting to the rhythm, harder and harder.

Thor roamed over to where I could see him, and he eyed me knowingly. He was up to something.

“This might be even better than knocking over the Prime Royale,” Zeus said.

Odin pressed his fingers against my heated core, slid two fingers along my wet folds.

I gasped softly at his touch.

“You are so wet for us,” Odin said. “You want it.”

“Yes, yes,” I whispered, closing my eyes, reveling in the sensation of his fingers stroking me, pushing me nearer and nearer to the edge.

“Eyes open, Isis,” Thor said, voice hot and hypnotic.

I obeyed, and found his cool, blue gaze.

So that was it, then. He planned to be the director, and to keep me excruciatingly aware that he was standing there in his fine suit while I hung helplessly like a naked piece of meat.

He wanted me to know that he’d be watching me get ravished by two men.

His watching doubled the excitement.

“Look at you,” Thor whispered as if on cue, as if he was reading my mind.

My breath sped.

“Look at Zeus and Odin using your body for their pleasure,” he added.

“Oh, yes,” I said stupidly, but what do you say to that? “Yes.”

Zeus pushed his finger harder along the seam, nearly penetrating my asshole. “You like this?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling faint.

Zeus growled. “You are such a fucking thrill whore.”

I gasped as he pressed his finger just a little bit in, but then he pulled it back out, curling wickedly up and down along the seam.

Thrill whore. Takes one to know one, I thought. We were all thrill whores.

He pushed his finger in deeper this time, ending this train of thought. Ending all thought, for that matter. At least all thought that was happening inside my head.

“You get off on the thrill of being fucked by two bank robbers while one watches,” Zeus growled.

“Yes, I do,” I said helplessly.

Odin bit my earlobe.

“Ode,” I breathed.

“Isis, wrap your legs around Odin,” Thor said. “Help her, Odin.

“Wait,” Odin grated. Roughly, he grabbed my knee and pulled up my leg. I felt the head of his cock pressing to my sex, felt him guide it in.

I gasped as he pushed into me, filling me exquisitely. He reached around and grabbed my butt cheeks, lifting most of my weight off my arms as I swung my other leg around him.

He began to fuck me slowly, supporting me.

I closed my eyes, unsure if I could last. Did I need to think about sheep breeds again?

“Stay with us,” Thor said.

I opened my eyes, fixing my gaze on Thor. That’s when I felt Zeus press two fingers into my asshole, slick and slippery with oil. He had better access now that my legs were wrapped around Odin.

“You are so tight,” Zeus breathed, finger fucking my asshole, in and out. “You want me to fuck you here?” Zeus asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, voice sounding drugged. “I definitely do.”

Odin stilled, pulled out. And then I felt it, Zeus’s cock against my asshole.

“Breathe, goddess,” Thor said, crossing his legs, leaning back on a box, watching. “Odin, pull her ass cheeks wide for Zeus.”

I waited for Odin to comply. I felt his magical fingers dig into my ass cheeks, pulling me wider as his own cock pressed against my slit, teasing me.

Strangely, Odin’s holding my ass cheeks wide only made Zeus’s cock feel bigger at my oil-slickened asshole. His head felt round, like a ball probing at my asshole.

Then he gripped my hips and pushed in, slowly.

His cock in my ass was a blunt surprise at first—it felt like a bowling pin pushing inside me!

But then I relaxed, felt my body take him, and it was just right. More than right—it turned into a delicious fullness. He pressed in deep, and when I thought he was all the way in, he filled me more.