Free The Hostage Bargain by Annika Martin Page A

ass again. And he kept on, hard, soft. And a pluck, tweak, caress on my breasts. We got into this rhythm, and my mind got all messed up—I felt like we three were fucking, just in this. I had lost all sense of everything.
    And then I felt Thor’s hands in my hair. He turned my head. He’d stopped with the breasts. I opened my eyes, feeling drugged.
    He looked as wild as I felt, skin flushed, pupils dilated. Cock hard. “Good,” he said. “Take her right here or I will.”
    “Please,” I said.
    Thor untied my wrists from the table with frantic energy, and then untied them from each other, though the ties were still on them. Like wrist leashes.
    “You don’t think this is the best part?” Odin said, unbuckling my legs. I turned over and he rose up and pulled me up against him into a kiss. He wore only his white businessman’s shirt, hanging open—and a condom. I thought I would die as his cock probed and moved along the seam of my cunt. I shoved my hand into his dark, moppy hair as we made out.
    “I want you in me so bad,” I said.
    Either one, really, but it was Odin’s cock at the gate. My heart beat at probably an unhealthily high rate.
    Odin pulled away. “Don’t you have something to finish first?” He turned his head. I followed his gaze. There was Thor, back on the couch.
    “Oh, right.” I was, of course, happy to get back to that. In fact, it almost blew my mind that I’d be allowed to. Odin grabbed the leashes of my wrist into one hand and led me over. It was as wonderfully porn-y and erotic the second time as it was the first. “And you don’t stop this time. Even for an earthquake. Got it?”
    “Got it.”
    I had this impish thought to start and stop anyway and see if they would go through the punishing bit yet again—they were clearly as on the edge as I was.
    But no way.
    “Bend over. Nicely.”
    I bent over Thor on the couch yet again, trying not to smile as I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. I had never had so much fun.
    “Yes,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my head.
    Naturally I’d made sure to keep my legs somewhat together as I bent over because I wanted Odin to make me spread them again. And Odin did not disappoint. He kicked the inside of my ankle, sending shivers cascading over my skin. “Spread them. Wide,” he commanded roughly. “Now.”
    I complied, spreading my legs for him.
    Slowly I took Thor into my mouth as Odin touched my ass all over and even slapped it once, which made me gasp and nearly choke on Thor’s cock. I supported my weight with one hand and grabbed Thor at the root with the other, rubbing up and down as I sucked.
    Odin’s hand snaked in front of me now, fingering my tender, throbbing bud. My breathing went crazy. I didn’t know how I’d keep from coming if he entered me.
    “Make her come while she’s got me in her teeth and you’re a dead man,” Thor said. “No offense, but you might be a biter.”
    I grunted, a kind of nunh-unh.
    “Shhh,” Thor said. “More.”
    I could see he was on the edge and I concentrated rather fiercely on him, sucking and rubbing, trying desperately to ignore Odin’s confident fingers sliding around on my sex. I could understand Thor’s nervousness, since we’d only just met today.
    The base of Thor’s dick thickened even more, and he clamped his hand onto the back of my head, forcing me to still, and he let out a cry as he pumped his cum into my throat, which I swallowed. Naturally, Isis was into it.
    Everything seemed to cease, even Odin slowed, perhaps in honor of Thor’s orgasm. Thor slowed and stopped, panting.
    Thor’s hand rested limp in my hair. I pulled slowly off him.
    “Oh, Isis,” Thor said, stroking my hair. Then he grabbed it in a bunch and brought my head to his and kissed me. “Oh, that was good,” he whispered.
    I rested my arms around the couch back, around his neck, and kissed him as Odin pressed his cock at my seam, sliding it back and forth across my wetness. It felt