Golden Burn (Songs of Crime #1)

29. Etta

29

Etta

‘For Your Eyes Only’ - Cashmere Cat

M y arms flail, reaching for something to hold on to. My left finds purchase on the car door, while my right grabs onto his forearm, my hips spasming from the contact of his fingers. Odin maintains his control of the car, not even looking at me, which makes it all the more sexy when he starts yanking at my underwear, pulling it aside.

My legs fall open, giving him the access he seeks. He finds my clit first, stroking it with his middle finger with an expertise I can’t fathom. A moan spills from my mouth at the same time he releases a satisfied hum. The combination of sounds makes all of my organs sparkle.

My eyes flutter as he circles my tender flesh, and I lose track of where I am and where we are going and what I just endured. All that matters is Odin’s touch and the indescribable pleasure he is giving me.

I can already feel my impending orgasm building. We’ve been playing with fire for so long, I’m ready to combust in under a minute. Odin must sense this, because he stops playing with my clit and begins roaming, his fingers seeking entrance.

I whine, lifting my hips till I’m almost hanging off the seat, begging for him to do it.

He dips his middle finger inside of me, barely to the knuckle. “Yes,” I breathe, wishing he’d just do it. I want it rough—hard and raw. I want to scream and beg and feel him deep inside of me.

He removes his hand suddenly and I yelp, my jaw clenching in frustration.

Odin smirks, his delicious dimples setting my pulse to a gallop, but before he places his hand back on the steering wheel, he puts the finger that was barely inside of me onto his tongue and sucks it clean.

I stare in wonder, in shock. I have never, ever been this desperate for someone in my entire life. It hurts how much I need him to make me come.

“I’ve decided I don’t like being punished,” I growl. I’m becoming something feral, something animalistic.

Odin laughs. “Etta, I’ve barely begun.”

“Fine.” I adjust my hips and bring my hand to my clit, my fingers quickly becoming slick with my own desire as I start to stroke myself.

Odin watches me for a half a second, his eye darkening to the color of freshly formed volcanic rock. He wants me. He wants me so badly. The same flame that flickers inside of me, burns inside of him. Hot and intense and overwhelming. He’s resisting far better than I ever could.

I sigh and moan as I touch myself in the car, my stilettos braced on the dashboard. Luckily, these windows are darker than midnight, otherwise I would not be anywhere near as boisterous as I am now.

Odin continues driving, his focus constantly flicking to watch me. The feeling of his gaze roaming my body is driving me wild. If he were to be the only man to ever look at me again, I would be forever content.

I quicken my pace, widen the circle, increase the pressure. I’m about to come. I’m hovering on the precipice. The pleasure is so sweet, so delicious. I’m going to shatter and melt all at once.

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Odin grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. “No!” I roar at him, the sound so unlike me. I expect him to be surprised, but he does not balk. No, he looks pleased. Fucking delighted.

He keeps a tight hold of me, smirks again, then turns to face his window. He presses the button, winding down the electronic window to reveal a man dressed in all black, an eye piece tucked into his ear. I try to sit up and close my legs as fast as I can. Odin stops the window’s descent after a second or two, concealing my body on the other side of him.

“No one enters until we exit the car,” Odin demands.

“Yes, sir,” he replies and turns back to facing the street. It’s our hired security. We must be back at the hotel.

The window rises again, sealing us inside. I try to get a hold of my breath but it’s not easy. The ache between my legs is heavy, the pulsing borderline painful.

Odin drives the car deep into the underground carpark, hiding us away from the outside world and the enemies trying to ruin it.

He releases my wrist, brings the car to a stop, turns the engine off. We sit in silence for several heated seconds, the air oppressive and smelling of skin and leather and arousal. I take a peek from the corner of my eye at Odin’s lap and notice a slight bulge. No, a massive bulge. I try to swallow, but my mouth is dry. My frenzied heart flips inside out .

I’m done being played with. I want all of him.

Right. Fucking. Now.

Odin shifts a little to face me. “I’m still trying to decide whether or not—”

“Just shut up.” I pounce like a cat out of a cage, launching off my seat and across the console. My palms latch onto Odin’s jaw and I slam my mouth to his.

He grunts at the impact, slightly stunned. Then he’s grabbing me just as desperately, large hands hauling me up and onto his lap, lips moving against my own—hungry, fucking starving. My thighs part to brace him, my hips move in a rolling motion, trying to find the friction I crave.

We explode together.

The taste of whiskey, the smoothness of his lips against the roughness of his mouth—it’s heaven. Truly divine. His eyepatch rubs against my eyelid, not hurting, not irritating, just there. It’s a part of him and I will not ask him to remove it.

Odin grabs my neck, fists my hair, kissing so ferociously I can barely breathe. He slants his mouth, his tongue lapping at my own. I moan, pressing myself against him, grinding hard onto his stiff, full cock.

He pulls back abruptly, his fist tight at the base of my neck. “You will never go anywhere without me from now on, do you understand?”

Panting, I nod. “I do. I promise.” He kisses me, his lips slick with our desire.

“You scared the shit out of me, Etta.”

“I’m sorry.”

The way he reacted tonight. The anxiety I saw him battling with is enough to make me never want to do it again. He moans as he brings our lips together, tongues tangling, devouring.

“Fuck,” he breathes. The sound of his pleasure makes my eyes water .

My hands start wandering downward, grabbing at his belt. Odin kisses my collarbones, makes a path with his tongue on my skin. We kiss and kiss and kiss, our hearts beating in tandem. My palm cups his briefs, mold against his stiff cock. It throbs at my touch, Odin’s girth impressive and all for me. The zipper slides with ease, making me dizzy with want. I manage to free him, his cock hot and smooth in my hands. Meanwhile, Odin has pulled down the straps of my dress, exposing my chest and the stupid stick-on bra. Without any hesitation, I rip it off and throw it on the backseat.

Odin grins. Then his mouth is around my nipple and my eyes close from the sheer ecstasy. I grip the back of his neck and slide myself atop his cock, pulling a deep rumble from his throat. I want to rip his shirt off, press his naked chest to mine, but there’s no time. I have to have him.

While he’s busy tonguing my breast, his free hands pull a condom from the middle console of the car. I chuckle. “Do all luxury rentals come with free condoms?”

“Only the good ones,” he says and sheaths himself into the latex. He brings his tip to my entrance and I gasp. It’ll be a tight fit, but it’ll be euphoric.

He pauses for a second, looks me right in the eyes. “Do it,” I beg him. “Please.” He smiles so wickedly, so beautifully in reply.

I press my forehead to his, our hurried breaths intermingling. We both peer down and watch in astonishment as his cock slowly, so slowly pushes into me. My body stretches, my natural lubrication working to perfection. I hiss and moan and whimper. My hips start moving when I’m well and truly impaled on him and Odin groans, burying his face into my neck.

I take the lead at first, moving in a steady rhythm, Odin clearly allowing time for me to adjust .

It doesn’t take long before he rips the control from me, lifting us both slightly as he thrusts upward into me. I clutch to his shoulders and neck for dear life, swearing blissfully.

He pumps into me so roughly, so deeply that I’m a string pulled too far beyond tense within a minute or less. His heady breath and the scruff of his rough cheeks on my lips and cheeks wind me up further, coiling and coiling.

“Odin,” I whine.

This. This is what I wanted when I abandoned him for a stranger in a foreign club. I just couldn’t admit that Odin is the only one I crave. The only one that’s been able to make me feel safe and seen and alive in so fucking long.

My mouth falls open, hanging on a silent scream. This is too much and not enough. And when he starts pistoning his hips, I can’t stop the sounds from escaping. Cries and whimpers and demanding yeah, yeah, yesses.

“Odin!” Oh my God, please let me come. “If you stop,” I cry, “I will murder you.”

“I won’t,” Odin grunts as he thrusts. “Make a mess of me, sweetheart. I want to be covered in your come.”

Fucccckkkk.

I bite his lower lip as I kiss him, sinking my teeth into his flesh. Odin groans, his tongue seeking access to my mouth, so I open wider for him. I let him fully in. And it feels more right than anything has. It feels like my body carved a spot for him, and he has come to claim it, slipping into my soul with ease. The risk, in this case, is most definitely worth the reward.

Shaking like a leaf, I hold my breath as he senses my climax, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it to help me along. We’re both fighting for a piece of each other, tongue and teeth and fingers and lips. It’s too much, but I helplessly want more.

He’s grunting against me, making such deep, primal sounds that they send me tumbling off the edge so fast I lose all sense of reality.

I choke as I come, my voice disappearing behind the insurmountable pleasure.

Odin swears beneath me, his hands holding my hips in place as he fucks me till he reaches his climax. And when he does. I’m undone by the sight of him.

The slackened jaw, the open lips, the veins bulging in his neck, his forehead, the way he smiles as he slows the movement of his hips. And most importantly, how he looks at me the entire time. Like I’m some sort of angel. A gift he doesn’t deserve but will take because he can’t help himself. Like I’ve fucking destroyed him.

“I knew you would be the death of me,” he admits genuinely, his breath short and shallow.

“The feelings mutual,” I pant.

Odin watches me carefully as we catch our breath, then runs his fingers along my cheek and pushes back a piece of stray hair. His palm cradles my jaw and I lean into his comforting touch. His thumb traces my skin softly and his entire being shifts to something delicate… vulnerable. His protective nature seeps back in, holding me close after having just wrecked me completely.

“I’m sorry about your clinic.”

I gulp away the lump in my throat. My entire face begins to tingle, fighting back tears. “You didn’t know it would happen.” I break eye contact and look down. A choked laugh pops out of my mouth when I notice we’re still joined. The notion of separating, of him slipping out of me is unbearable. And even worse, is the fact that my clinic was burnt down because of Odin. It’s hard to fathom and even harder to process.

“No, I didn’t know Cerbera would retaliate so barbarically,” he says gently, “and it is my fault to bear. I will carry your grief, your sadness, tuck it beside my own. I understand if you can never forgive me.”

A part of me wants to forgive him quickly, the part that just experienced a life altering sexual experience. While the other part, the part that holds all my pain, tells me not to. Not until I know I can trust him. Not until I know we are both safe.

“As of now, my life is dedicated to your protection. I will be your shield as well as your knife. Cerbera won’t lift a finger unless I allow it.”

I make a congested sound, half laugh, half cry. But I sniffle it away before it snowballs. “Thank you,” I whisper, scrunching my fists into his shirt and holding tight.

I fear if I let go, I’ll tumble backward into the world before Odin and not know how to survive.

He kisses me on the forehead, then helps me pull my dress back up. He slips out of me, and I feel hollow all over again.

We tidy ourselves up, then manage somehow to get out of the car without stumbling into the cement.

Odin laughs when I cling to him like a baby giraffe. My sore pussy and soaked legs make for an awkward waddle to the elevator. Sensing my distress, he sweeps an arm under my legs and picks me up. I let him take my weight easily, clutching tighter to him. His warmth, his scent and his strength all soothe me. I snuggle my forehead into the place between his chin and collarbone. His pulse thunders against my skin.

As we climb the elevator I let myself imagine that we are a real couple getting married in two days. A real couple that has a future that sparkles instead of shudders. A real couple that love each other.

It disappears from my mind as we cross the threshold into our room.

We’ve thrown ourselves off the deep end tonight. I can only hope it doesn’t come back to haunt us.