Thor (Recherché #1)

by L. P. Lovell

  “Five fucking days, ginge!”

  Jesus, really? “You have issues.”

  He slams a door and throws me on the bed. “One. I have one issue. And you’re about to fix it.”

  “You think…” My voice trails off when he shoves my top up and trails his lips over my stomach. A shiver works over my body and goose bumps erupt over my skin. My fingers rake through his hair and he turns his face, nipping gently at the inside of my wrist. He yanks me upright and pulls my tank top over my head before releasing my bra and taking it off. With every brush of his fingers, heat skitters over my skin.

  “Missed you.” He dives for my boob, sucking one nipple into his mouth. I gasp and my back bows off the mattress. His fingers are already working on the button of my jeans, and when he releases my nipple with a small pop, he stands up, pulling my jeans down my legs unceremoniously. I soon find myself completely naked while he’s still fully clothed.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes.” I tell him.

  His lips twitch and he unbuttons his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and exposing that perfect body, and it is perfect, every muscle sculpted and chiseled. His belt clinks as he undoes it and he pushes his trousers down over thick thighs until he’s standing in just his boxers. The material rides low on his hips and clings in all the right places. He looks like an underwear model…only better. A playful smile makes its way onto his lips and he crawls over me, brushing his lips against mine. I bite my bottom lip and press my palm against his hard dick. His head falls forward on a strained groan. He pushes back and grips my hips, flipping me onto my front. I don’t even get a chance to push up onto all fours because he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. He wraps something around them and when he releases me I can’t move. Fingers dig into my hips, pulling them up until I’m on my knees. I’m stuck, face down on the mattress with my hands bound behind me and my arse in the air. Completely exposed.

  “Fuck.” He growls from behind me. His fingers caress the inside of my thigh and my breath seizes in my lungs. By the time he pushes a finger inside me I can barely breathe. He groans and slides another finger in. I turn my face and moan into the duvet. His fingers leave me and he slaps my arse hard before I feel the head of his cock press against me. “I don’t have the patience to take my time with you.” He pants. I can practically feel the tension pouring off him and I know this isn’t going to be gentle in any way. His fingers grip my hips hard and I can feel him shaking with the effort, trying to restrain himself. He presses just inside me and then pulls back out on a pained groan. I need him. I need him in me, filling me, fucking me.

  “Fuck me, Thor. I want you to fuck me hard.” He snaps and rams inside me so hard that I shunt up the bed. I close my eyes, hissing out a breath as my pussy clamps down on his cock. Shock waves ripple through me and I take it all. He stills inside me and I can hear his heavy breathing, feel how rigid tense every muscle is. He pulls out slowly and pushes back in releasing a feral growl as he does.

  “You always feel so fucking good, Poppy.” He starts fucking me, driving in and out relentlessly. The way he has me positioned and bound, I can literally do nothing but take it. His palm smooth’s over my arse cheek, and then he touches me there, brushing a finger over my arse and making me instantly tighten. He lets out a low, breathless laugh. “Relax.” He coos.

  I focus on him, on the feeling of him fucking me, touching me, pushing me higher. I hear him spit and feel warm moisture hit me before he presses a finger against me. There’s a moment of pressure and then holy shit, I don’t know how he does that. Everything I’m feeling intensifies until I’m physically shaking from head to toe.

  “Fuck, yes.” He rumbles. “One day, I’m going to fuck this arse, Poppy.” He slides his finger further inside me and thrusts his dick harder into my pussy. I cry out and squeeze my eyes shut as my core tenses and the orgasm washes over my body like a tidal wave. Thor lets out a long groan and his thrusts become stiff and disjointed as he comes. The sound of him coming makes me tremble, the deep feral growl he lets out is so hot.

  He yanks at whatever is wrapped around my wrists and collapses on his back on the bed breathing heavily. I roll onto my back and lay next to him. I close my eyes, smiling blissfully. I feel him shift and his lips work over my jaw, trailing feather-light kisses.

  “Five days, ginge. That was fucking torture.”

  I open my eyes and turn my gaze to him and trail my fingers over the stubble of his jaw. “Your dick is not going to drop off if you don’t fuck someone, Thor.”

  “Not someone, you. And it might.” He turns his face and kisses my palm.

  “I missed you too.” I smile.

  He cocks a brow and a wicked smile pulls at his lips. Dipping a hand between my legs, he pushes one finger inside me. I bite my bottom lip, my eyes remaining on him as he slowly pushes in and back out. He brings the finger to my lips and rubs it over my bottom lip.

  “Taste us.” He orders. Keeping my eyes locked with his I part my lips and tentatively brush my tongue over his finger, tasting the saltiness of his come and my pussy. He groans and presses his finger inside my mouth. I wrap my lips around him and suck on his finger. His eyes flash with something primal, something that makes me press my thighs together in excitement. I release his finger and grab the back of his neck, slamming my lips over his. He groans into my mouth when I swipe my tongue across his, sharing the taste of us.

  He pulls away and cups my face, pressing his forehead against mine. “God, I fucking love you.”

  Wait, what?

  The End

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  Music pulses through the bar, vibrating the floors beneath my feet as I stand at the packed bar. The bar tender hands me two shots and takes my money. I turn and hand one to the blonde standing next to me. She’s hot, smoking hot. The dress she’s wearing is tight enough that I can tell she’s not wearing any underwear. I throw back the shot and stare at her tits, straining against the restrictive material. A blinding smile flashes across her lips and she tips the glass back.

  She leans in close, her body brushing against mine. “I want to dance.” She says in my ear seductively. She doesn’t even move away from the bar before she’s pressing her body against me, grinding and writhing. Without moving I signal the bartender for a beer and he slides a bottle of Corona down the bar, smiling and shaking his head. The girl drops to the floor and my gaze hits that of a girl behind her. Purely by chance. I swear. She smiles and cocks a brow before the blonde pops back up.

  I love women. I love the way they feel, how they smell, the way they move. I love the challenge of bedding a new one, the thrill of the chase. This right here is a game of skill. Some will come easily, but it’s the ones that don’t that I really like. The ones who fight with their own sense of moral compass, but succumb to the animal allure of chemistry and sex. Yep, they’re always the best ones.

  My phone vibrates against my back pocket, and I take it out, glancing at the screen. Ethan. Finally. I lost that fucker over an hour ago. I wrap my hand around the back of the blonde’s neck and pull her in close so I can speak in her ear.

  “I have to step out for a second. I’ll be back.”

  “Okay, hurry.” Her voice drops and her palm brushes over my dick. Well, if ever there were incentive.

  Turning away from her, I push through the crowd. There’s a smoking area at the back of the club, a patio of sorts. I step outside and call Ethan back, but it goes straight to voicemail. Damn it.

  I look up and spot the brunette I picked up in here last week making her way towards me. She’s wearing leather hot pants and a cropped t-shirt and fucking hell, I almost want to high five myself for that shit. Her belly button piercing glints in the low lighting and when she runs her tongue over her bottom lip I see the flash of a tongue stud. She knows how to use that as well. Shit, what was her name? Leona? Leana? Leanne! No, wait…

  “Hey, sweetheart. You look good.” I drag my eyes over her body appreciatively and she
props her hand on her hip, narrowing her eyes at me.

  “Not good enough to make you call.” Ah, fuck. Okay, wing it.

  I plaster on my most charming smile. “Look, I’m a busy guy. I’m not going to call you and ask you out when I know you could do better. You deserve a guy who can fucking devote himself to you.” Her facial expression softens and I move closer to her, stroking a strand of jet black hair off her neck. “Women like you are rare gems. They should be coveted.” I drop my voice to a deep whisper. She doesn’t say anything but her eyes flick to my lips and that tongue stud makes an appearance as she swipes her tongue over her bottom lip. I lean in and kiss her, caressing my tongue against hers. She moans against my lips and pulls away.

  “Come dance with me?” She purrs, scraping her teeth over her bottom lip.

  “Give me two minutes. I just need to make a call.” She smiles and walks away. I bite down on my fist as I watch those perfect arse cheeks disappear.

  I hear a low chuckle right beside me. “You know, you’re good kid.” I turn at the sound of the voice and come to face to face with the most suave looking motherfucker I’ve ever seen. He’s tall, well over six foot, dark hair, chiseled jaw, broad shoulder, the whole hog. The suit he’s wearing looks expensive as fuck and he narrows his eyes at me as he inhales on a cigar.

  “Uh, thanks?”

  His friend beside him laughs, and he’s just as pimped out looking. He drops the cigar in his hand on the floor and stamps on it. “He could work.” He says to the first guy. “Cougars will eat him up.”

  The first guy hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “I’m Thor.” He holds out his hand. “This is Xavier.”

  “Kaden.” I say, still suspicious.

  Thor blows out a slow stream of smoke and reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket, holding the cigar between his lips as he does. Extending his hand, he offers me a card. I take it, reading the lettering on the front. “Recherché.” I say the word out loud. I turn it over and there’s simply a number.

  “I can make you more money than you can possibly dream of kid. Call me.” And just like that he turns and disappears. What the hell?

  This house has twenty rooms, each one identical to the other. For those who like their play a little rougher, there’s the basement which houses a dungeon. I have certain tastes, but they don’t venture into ‘chain me up and beat me’ territory.

  We pass a line of doors, all with a red ribbon tied on the door. These are the occupied rooms, although some people don’t bother with the ribbon in the hope that someone walks in on them. Each to their own. Then of course there are those who like to be watched, like that girl, they just fuck in one of the many public rooms downstairs.

  I push open the door and step inside, watching him close it behind him with a resounding click.

  I take slow steps backwards into the room, until a chaise bumps the backs of my knees. He pushes his shirt over his shoulders and allows it to fall to the floor. Apollo is a good looking guy, and he’s utterly shameless. He likes sex anyway he can get it, and if it makes him come, he’s game, the harder the better, any means necessary.

  I reach behind me and lower the zip on my dress, shrugging the straps off my shoulders and allowing the material to pool at my ankles, exposing my bra.

  Of course with that mask, I can’t make out his expression clearly. It makes him seem hard and implacable. For some reason it makes me think of Landon. It shouldn’t be a turn on but it is.

  I step out of the dress at my feet and hook my thumbs into my knickers. I pause for a second, call it dramatic effect if you like, before slowly sliding them down my legs. Still he doesn’t make a move or breathe a sound.

  Lowering myself onto the chaise lounge behind me, I smile and beckon him forward with a crook of my finger. He obliges, crossing the room and coming to a halt right in front of me. I reach up and trail my fingers down his firm stomach before I unfasten his trousers and shove them down his thighs, exposing his hard cock just inches from my face. I’ll suck dick like a pro when the feeling strikes me, but right now, it doesn’t.

  “Get on your knees.” I command. He steps out of the material at his feet, kicking off his shoes and socks quickly before he does as I say and gets on his knees, completely naked in front of me. I reach behind me and unhook my bra, sliding it down my arms slowly. He watches my every move as I strip, until I’m left wearing nothing but my Louboutins.

  I trail my fingers over my thighs and slowly spread my legs open. Wide open. His eyes lock on my pussy and I see his breaths pick up with the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

  “Kiss me.” I say quietly.

  He doesn’t hesitate as he grips the insides of my thighs with both hands and leans in. I feel his hot breath hit my pussy before his lips do, brushing gently across my clit. I bite my lip and lean back, raking my nails into the unforgiving material beneath me. His fingers dig into the sensitive skin of my thighs as he lashes me with his tongue. This is why I pick him. No questions, no bullshit, just pleasure and compliance. He works his tongue over my clit until I’m trembling, lingering on that beautiful precipice and just waiting to go tumbling off the edge. One more flick of his tongue, and I break, rolling my hips against his mouth as I ride out the orgasm. After shocks ripple through my torso as I lean my head against the back of the chaise, trying to catch my breath. I close my eyes, a small smile on my lips, because that was good, but what’s about to come is even better. Sex is about physical and mental satisfaction, and I like to release in every way before I leave this club.

  My eyes flash open as I drag myself upright. His hands are still on my thighs and my orgasm is all over his lips. I close my legs, pushing to my feet and dragging a hand through my hair as I step around him. He doesn’t move. I go to my discarded hand bag and take out my favourite toy, also know as The Destroyer. I clip the harness in place around my pelvis and yank the straps tight- don’t want it slipping now. This club is extremely accommodating, and I browse the shelf that’s mounted in the corner, browsing over the range of lubes. I pick up one called Sex Water, the slogan written on the bottle reads; ‘for when spit and courage isn’t enough’. It couldn’t be more apt.

  Apollo glances over his shoulder, watching as I move toward him with the big purple cock protruding from between my hips.

  He smirks. “You could at least suck a guy’s dick first.”

  I laugh as I move beside him, raking my fingers through his short hair. “You know I make you come harder with a cock in your arse.”

  He shrugs. “True.” The thing about coming to a sex club is that all the taboo’s that are unacceptable outside this room, are completely acceptable inside it. Apollo likes a dick in his arse. He likes me to fuck him. He gets off on it. Simple. Apollo gets an orgasm out of it, and me? I get to plough the fuck out of a guy. I get to own him and make him my bitch for the small amount of time that I’m in here with him. Trust me, to a girl who is constantly bowing and scraping to men inside the office, fucking him is extremely empowering.

  “Stand up and bend over.” I order

  He stands up and bends over, grabbing the back of the chaise lounge firmly. “Spread your legs.” I tell him and he does without hesitation.

  His cheeks spread and I get a view of his waxed balls and arsehole. I guess if you’re into this kind of shit then you need to make sure the grass is cut.

  I squirt a generous helping of lube on The Destroyer, before putting some on my finger and smearing it along his crack, pressing against his hole slightly and going lower until I cup his balls, rolling them in the palm of my hand. He moans as I squeeze them gently and then release them.

  I grab his hips, his hot skin burning against my fingers as I line up the purple cock and push forward, pressing against him until the tip of it disappears inside him. He drops his head forward, a ragged gasp leaving his lips as I push just a little more. I wait, letting him adjust. When I feel him relax completely, I slam home until my thighs brush the backs of his. A choked groan fills the a
ir as he pants heavily, trying to catch his breath.

  “Take it.” I tell him, my voice laced with warning. Of course he’s twice my size, and could tell me to fuck off easily, but he won’t, because this is what he likes, and I give it to him.

  I give him a few seconds and then I move, pulling out and thrusting back in slowly. “Fuck.” He hisses, his back muscles tensing and rolling beneath his skin. I drag my nails over his back, relishing in the way he shivers, and then I grip his hips and I fuck him. Hard. The straps of the toy rub against my clit and a low moan escapes my lips. I fuck him until a thin sheen of sweat covers my body and he’s pushing back against me, panting and groaning whilst he fists his cock with one hand, his arm jerking furiously. I slow the pace, thrusting deeper, harder. The straps move over my sensitive clit again and again. He lets out a long guttural groan as every muscle tenses and then quivers violently. I keep going, so close to the edge of oblivion that I can practically taste it. My muscles clench and a bolt of pleasure rips through me making me see stars. I fuck him until he’s begging me to stop, slamming his hand on the back of the chaise like he’s tapping out. His legs give way and he collapses, laying on his back on the thick carpet, breathing heavily. His come is all over the chaise and the carpet, and I smile with a strange sort of satisfaction at having made such a mess.

  Thank you!

  Writing a book is never easy, but without you it would be pointless. Thank you for reading and thank you for taking a chance on weird British ginger.

  I hope that you loved Georgia and Landon as much as I do. I’ll openly admit that this is a book I’ve been wanting to write for a while because I have a serious strap-on fetish. Georgia is totally my kind of chick.

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