Stealing Cinderella(44)
He sucks in a breath, his fingers tangling in my hair, and rubs my face along his length. But his eyes aren’t on me anymore. They are fixated on Calder behind me. He’s fucking me with his tongue, digging his fingers into my hips. It’s so intense I think I’m going to scream.
But Thorsen. I want to please Thorsen.
I yank down his briefs and tuck them under his balls, which has the immediate effect of making his already massive cock even bigger as it juts up from the confines of his trousers.
My tongue darts out to lap up the salty liquid that’s already beaded on the tip. It makes me feel drunk or high or both. All I know is I want to lick him like he’s my favorite candy, so that’s what I do. He reinforces the strangling grip on my hair, and his body becomes more rigid with every passing second.
Calder nips at my clit, and I jolt, moaning as another wave of pleasure crashes over me. Tension is building deep in my core again. I’m going to explode with Calder’s face between my thighs and Thorsen’s cock buried deep in my throat.
The fun and games are over when Thorsen takes control, forcing my head down his shaft until I gag. He lets me come up for air for a second and then does it all over again. I whine for his roughness, but this isn’t his normal dominance at play. He’s trying to punish me, and I don’t understand. Why is he so fucking pissed?
That’s what this is. In the foggy depths of my mind, it occurs to me that he’s angry. Not just angry, but livid.
My nails dig into his thighs, and Calder forces my pelvis against his face, sending me off into a kaleidoscopic oblivion with so many colors, they look like fireworks streaking through the night sky.
I can barely draw a breath as I collapse into Thorsen, and he pulls my face off his dick, staring down at me like a man scorned. I reach up to touch his face, apologetic, as Calder unzips his pants behind me.
Something snaps in him then. It all happens so fast I can hardly comprehend it. One minute, I’m lying face down in Thorsen’s lap, and the next, he’s up on his feet, taking a swing at his brother. Calder staggers back, clutching at his jaw while he stares at his brother with wild, confused eyes.
“Thor?”
“Fuck you,” Thorsen roars, eyeing us like we’ve betrayed him. “Fuck you both.”
He stalks down the hall, leaving me with Calder, who looks like he’s been doused in ice-cold water. I know because I feel it too.
“Who are you?” Calder murmurs in disbelief.
We don’t say anything else. We can barely look at each other. He tugs his pants back up and zips them closed, and that’s the last image I have of him as I chase after Thorsen.
My feet slap against the floor, the sensation vibrating all the way up to my skull. When I reach his door, I fling it open and don’t bother to close it behind me. I find him standing at the vanity in the bathroom, staring into the mirror. He seems so fucking broken.
Tears splash onto my cheeks before I can contain them. I charge toward him, giving him only a second of warning before I jump into his arms, forcing him to catch me. He stumbles backward, collapsing against the vanity, and I cling to him, squeezing his face between my palms. My lips crash against his, and he freezes, hissing when I tug on his lip, drawing blood.
“Kiss me,” I beg. “I know you want to taste me too.”
He tries to resist, but I’m a wild animal that can’t be controlled. I claw at his shirt, his pants, everywhere I can reach, desperate to feel his flesh on my flesh.
“I want you,” I chant. “I only want you.”
His resistance snaps, and he cups my ass beneath his forearm, hauling me off to his bed and dropping me onto it. His fingers come up to the buttons on his shirt, and in his frustration to get them open, he pulls the fabric apart with his hands, sending buttons scattering everywhere.
He’s unzipping his pants again while I’m spreading my legs for him. Thorsen tugs his dick free and doesn’t bother to take off the rest of his clothes. With his pants hanging from his hips, he comes for me, hot and dark and god-like in my pounding, frantic eyes.
He mounts me, spreading my legs as wide as they will go to accommodate his massive body. His cock is an angry beast against my hip when he reaches down and grabs my face. His eyes wild with thunder, I can see his chaos reflected back at me. But he won’t let his mind have a voice, even when he desperately wants to.
My palm comes up to rest on his cheek, and for a moment, it tempers the war inside him.
“Only yours,” I whisper the lyrics playing on repeat inside of my head.
He growls his approval, dipping his head to claim my lips as his cock bumps against me. I want him so badly. I want to feel him inside me, the place where no man has ever been. The temple just for him. I want him to fuck me until his body gives out.
I drag my nails over his shoulders, and he shudders. Reaching down between us, he adjusts his swollen cock, slipping the head inside me inch by inch. It’s slow and excruciatingly hot. If there’s pain, it’s washed away by the lightning storm in my veins. His is a high that a chemical can’t give me. A force of nature true to his namesake. He is the god of thunder. And when he finds refuge deep in my body, and I’m stretched around his throbbing masculinity, something settles into my bones that I never would have anticipated.
Completeness. A balm to the lonely existence I lived before him. He isn’t just inside my body. He’s in my mind. My blood. My beating heart. And when I look up into his beautiful, tormented eyes, I don’t know how I’m ever going to survive him.