Twenty Two
I made my way to the shower. Jarvis was right I hadn't showered since Thursday morning. I was covered in sweat, broken glass and blood. And none of the blood was mine. Okay, maybe some of it was mine from constantly kneeling in broken glass. I had ordered a new bed that morning too. There was no way I was getting it cleaned, so I threw it out. I turned the water on to get warm, before noticing I almost had a full beard instead of my normal goatee. I set about shaving, letting the water run. The bathroom filled with steam. I also trimmed up some of my body hair that had gotten out of control.
Why hadn't Lana wanted my help? I would have taken her to the hospital, I would have been there for her. I could have hired someone to come in and look after her. She refused and now I can't find her. I googled her, and found nothing. I hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D. and found nothing. I found no records of her existing. I started to wonder if Lana Laufeyson was her real name.
I stepped in the shower. Felt the hot water cascading down my back. The water felt good. I knew Lana would return, it was a matter of time. I knew in my heart. My thoughts were flooded with her. Lana's emerald eyes, her soft raven hair. Her pouty lips. Lana's long legs and firm ass. The beautiful curve of her body.
I reached down to my engorged cock. I imagined her lips over it, sucking gently. Her tongue following the veins and muscle texture. I longed for her touch. I ran my thumb over the head of my cock, gathering the precum that started there. I gently stroked myself, gasping at the contact. It had been over two months since Lana and I last had any sexual contact. Since before Loki kidnapped me. I shook my head.
Lana, I just had to think of Lana. Her tight lips wrapped around me, one of her long fingers probing my ass. I never admitted how unbelievably good she made me feel that night. And I had yet to cash in my half of the deal. I worked one of my own fingers into my entrance. I thought of how she had done this to me, cumming with more force than I think I've ever before. My hand wrapped tightly around my length, a finger thrusting into myself. I soon found myself on my knees, spent. I really needed Lana to come home and do that to me again.