He whispers her name against the base of her throat before biting the skin softly. She gasps and tightly grips onto his long, silky hair. Loki groans and looks up to playfully glare at her. He plants a soft kiss on her lip before sliding his tongue between her lips. Bri runs her hands over the soft skin covering the hard muscle on his naked back. He tugs on her bottom lip with his teeth before pressing his mouth against hers. He whispers that he wants her, needs her, more than anything in the world.
Her eyes crack open to a gloomy Friday morning. What the fuck? She frowns as she takes in the scene before her. Her bed sheets tangled around her feet, her pillows askew. Looking down, she notices that a much too large shirt has been placed on her. Her head starts to spin as she thinks back to the night before. No, it was only a dream.. Right? Every inch of her body screams in protest as she tries to sit up. Everything aches- her arms, waist, hips, thighs, legs everything. Her hair is a tangled mess, her lips swollen. She feels as if she’s been run over by a truck and yet she can’t remember the last time she felt this good. Oh gosh, what happened?
Bri picks at her breakfast, starving, but finding herself unable to eat. She can’t stop thinking of last night. No it was just a dream, it didn’t actually happen. Her aching body, the smell of him on her pillow, and his shirt covering her torso say otherwise.
He holds her gaze, bright green with chocolate brown, stroking the side of her face softly. Bri has never done anything like this before and is afraid but Loki is whispering quietly in her ear, reassuring her, soothing her, calming her. He rests his lips softly against hers before pushing into her. He catches her gasp in his mouth, her arms gripping his as if her life depended on it. Loki whispers into her hair that it’ll only last a few minutes, that he’ll make her feel good soon, he promises he won’t let go of her until she’s ready for him. He has stretched her, filled her, he has made her his, and only his.
She gets ready for work in a daze, her thoughts on nothing but Loki. She tries hard to clear her mind but he’s everywhere. She can feel the scratches from his stubble on her neck, the places where his fingers gripped her tightly and yet not tight enough, his scent covering her body. Before she realizes what’s happening, she’s walking through the front doors of Laufeyson Inc. Bri feels like she’s about to pass out as she turns each corner, afraid to walk into him.
Every inch of their bodies are pressed together, their limbs wrapped around one another. Hands free to explore, mouths free to kiss, connected in every way possible. His name is falling from her lips repeatedly as she feels something building inside of her as he moves against her. His soft sighs and her quiet moans fill the air around them. Every sweep of his mouth, every touch of his hand causes her to cry out softly. Nothing else exists, nothing else matters except for him.
As Bri gets ready to leave, she silently thanks the Gods that she hasn’t seen Loki all day. Yet she’s upset, she needs to talk to him, Bri needs answers. She walks into the elevator and is greeted by Jason. Just what I fucking need. The elevator can fit the twenty Japanese dignitaries who will be arriving next week yet he chooses to stand right next to her, his arm brushing against hers. She is cringing, the smell of his cologne making her want to vomit.
“So Bri, are you busy tonight?” Jesus, has the guy even hit puberty yet? His voice is high pitched and squeaky. She resists the urge to burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry Jason, I have to, um, I have to go get this really bad rash that I have checked out. It’s pretty infectious you know..” There, that ought to get him off my back. Bri takes a step away from him but he follows.
“Oh my god Bri, you are such a riot!” Fucking kill me now. He wraps his arm around her. “So I’ll pick you up around eight for dinner? Come on, it’ll be fun.” He’s running his eyes up and down the length of her body biting his lip. I’m not a piece of fucking meat you perv.
Gritting her teeth she says, “Jason, look you’re a nice guy and all but I really don’t feel the same way.. I mean, I just.. I see you as a friend, you know?” Yeah right. The elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open to the underground parking lot.
He narrows his eyes and seems to grow a few feet. “It’s that fucking guy isn’t it? Loki Laufeyson? He’s a goddamn asshole, a fucking good for nothing arrogant prick that—” It’s all a blur and before she knows it Jason is on the ground clutching his bleeding nose, her aching hand still clenched in a fist.
“Don’t you fucking dare talk about him like that. You’re just jealous that Loki is sweet, tender, kind,” Well, he was last night.. “successful, and twice the man you’ll ever be. Not to mention he’s your fucking boss, you shouldn’t even be talking about him like—”
Jason is on his feet and lunging for Bri, curses flying from his mouth. Dear god help me. She shuts her eyes tightly.
He is moving slowly, stretching, filling, pushing her to the edge and pulling her back again, he’s teasing her, playing with her. Bastard. Their arms are wrapped tightly around each other and yet, not tight enough. She wants to crawl into his skin and stay there. Their slick, sweating bodies writhe against each other, both so close to where they need to be. He reaches down to play with her and she loses it. Fireworks explode beneath her eyelids, waves of pleasure crashing inside of her. They are lost in the sensations, the tension mounting and coming undone in an explosion of pleasure. He groans her name into her mouth as she digs her nails into his back, spilling himself inside of her. It could have been days, or weeks, before Loki finally releases her. He kisses her damp forehead and grins down at Bri, who is now struggling to stay awake. Brushing the hair away from her face he whispers so softly she has to strain her ears to hear him, “I love you, my Bri.”