My head is pounding as I take another sip of my old-fashioned and relish in the smooth, burning feeling in my throat. Another shit day at the office. The bar is just beginning to fill with people who are also getting off work. I swirl my drink and watch the cherry dance around the ice cube at the bottom of the cup.
"Have you ever been fucked by a God?" I hear a smooth, low, accented voice whisper behind me.
I get chills from the voice but the presumption that I want to be fucked by anyone irks me. I turn around to tell this asshole just where he can screw off to and freeze.
He's tall and lean and dressed in a sharp all-black suit that looks impeccable on him. His cold grey/blue eyes are locked on my face. I take him all in, his cheekbones, his dark hair, his cocked eyebrow, the way his smirk sets me on fire. Asshole or not, whoever this is is fine as hell.
"And just what are you the God of?" I counter keeping myself sounding as composed and disinterested as I possibly can.
His lip twitches up further showing off perfect white teeth.
"I'm the God of Mischief."
The next thing I know we're in the seedy bar bathroom. His breath is heavy as he plants kisses on my neck and sucks on the bottom of my ear.
"Alright, God. What do you want me to do?"
"Kneel."
I do as he commands and my hands immediately get to work on unbuttoning his pants.
His penis is much bigger than any I've ever seen before and the shock must show on my face because I hear a chuckle from above me. I lock eyes with him as I take him in my mouth and he stops laughing. His eyebrows draw together in pleasure.
I swirl my tongue around him and pump him in and out of my mouth.
After a few minutes he puts his hand on my head and pulls himself out, he pulls me up so that I'm pushed over the sink and can see both of our reflections in the mirror on the wall in front of us. He pulls down my skirt, tights, and underwear and tests me with his index finger. He smirks when he realizes I'm soaking wet.
He pushes into me and pounds me against the sink in a way that feels so good but I also know will leave me with bruises tomorrow. My mind and body fill with ecstasy as I can feel myself nearing climax. He sucks on my neck and I let out a loud moan. He grunts and pushes into me again and my body lights up as an orgasm courses through me. I let out a small scream.
"Say my name."
I realize that I don't even know his name and feel naughty.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Loki" he grunts out still fucking me hard. I look at our reflections again in the mirror, his hair sticks to his perfect face from the perspiration.
"Loki" I say, locking eyes with him.
He thrusts into me, "again".
"LOKI".
He cums hard inside of me, pulling on my hair so I look up at him. He plants a kiss on my mouth.
A knock sounds on the door and a high-pitched voice comes through,
"Open up! Some of us have to take a piss".
A few other voices grumble their agreement. I bite my lip to keep from laughing as I pull back on my clothes and look at him. He smiles at me.
Then a green light fills the bathroom and suddenly I'm alone.
Fear ripples through me and as I make my walk of shame out of the bathroom and I wonder what the hell just happened.
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