As We Ran From The Cops.

My blood raced. I swallowed and glanced towards the front desk, just in time to see Loki striding across the lobby, and my impulse to grin fled. The press of his silent dominance grew ever weightier as he closed in, but there was something else as well a cold light in his gaze that felt like accusation. Did he really not want me there? Or was I imagining it? He look away only when he reached us, "Come on party people," He said.

I followed the three of them to the elevators, knees weak.

Loki punched in the button for the top floor and we rode the elevator to our room, like normal business travelers and not three bandits and their 'hostage' about to engage in wild menage. Or maybe this was how bandits about to engage in wild menage rode an elevator, all stern and silent before the event. How would I know?

Odin caught my eye and smiled, knowingly. I looked away from him, just stared ahead at the button panel with what I knew to be a dorky expression, trapped in this state of erotic animation. None of us were fucking or even touching but I was so aware of these men, wound so tight with horniness, even the elevator bell tweaked my nerves. The doors slid open. Thor set a hand on the small of my back and guided me out the elevator and down the hall to our room.

Loki shoved the key card in and out of the slot and yanked the door open. My pulse raced as we walked into our room, Loki, Odin and me, followed by Thor. Or make that walked into our rooms. A mammoth suite really, with two wings of rooms - bedrooms, presumably and in the center, a posh and rambling living area with velvet curtains, and a massive hot tub. Loki went immediately to one of the side rooms and slammed the door.

I stared after him "Is he okay?"

"You have to leave him to himself. He needs to work out and be in his cave a while." Thor dropped the bags he was carrying and came over to me, "Loki has his own timetable." He slid his hands over my shoulders.

"Okay." I said, unsure of what he meant.

A knock a the door. Thor dropped his hands from me. A room service waiter entered and pushed a cart laden with booze, glasses, snacks, flowers and linens up to a round marble table. "Would you like me to set you up?"

"No, just park the cart. Leave the table clear. Just in case," The waiter parked the cart and Odin took his hand and ran it through his hair and gave me an amused look that 99% had pure devil in it. "Don't you think?" he asked me.

"What?"

"That we should leave the table clear?"

"I guess." I said.

WTF?

Odin gave the waiter a couple of fifties. As soon as the door closed, Odin unscrewed the cap from the bottle and poured three shots. He handed one to me and one to Thor. He downed his and loosened his tie, eyeing me lewdly.

My nerves skittered. Would we just start now? Usually I changed clothes after I traveled. I suppose I would now. Or at least take them off. I gulped down my scotch which burned warm in my throat, roasting my chest from the inside.

"A bit of liquid courage?" Odin asked. "Are you frightened?"

"A heist, followed by an orgy is not typically on my daily roster." I said casually, "Frightened might be overstating it."

"Oh, one of the best things about you is your pretend confidence." Odin said.

"It's not pretend." I protested.

"Thor likes your embarrassment, but I like your pretend confidence." With a tip of the bottle, Odin gestured for me to hold out my glass. I did and he poured me another shot. "We'll enjoy stripping them both away."

I laughed, "Jesus." I said, heart beating a million miles an hour.

Odin didn't laugh.

Thor didn't either. He just watched me with that pinning gaze of his, and my heartbeat fluttered in my throat as he strolled over and took my glass from my hand. "That's enough of the talk." He led me over to the main seating arrangement, velvet couches and a couple of giant chairs, then threw himself into a couch, "Begin."

Odin sauntered over with his glass, leaned his elbows on the back of the couch, looming behind Thor.

I felt so stupid, just standing there in front of the two of them. "Just like that?"

"It's typically how such a thing starts." Odin said.

I started unbuttoning my jacket, hands trembling, feeling the heat in my face. Would Loki come out soon? Would he be angry we started without him, or did he really just not care?

"I love this already." Thor said, "I love how nervous you are."

"I'm not nervous." I said.

Odin regarded me with a stern expression. "Lie about how you feel again and it'll be trouble. A punishment, Freyja. We let the feng shui bit go, but don't think we're easy."

I sucked in a breath, trying not to smile, but it was all so crazy and thrilling. I could barely work my fingers on my jacket buttons. Odin didn't smile. He just watched me with that smoldering, ultra-male attitude of his, which somehow made things hotter. Staying with him, with his gaze, I took off my jacket and tossed it.

His expression didn't change even a little bit.

I watched Thor for the next part. I touched my breasts, the way I imagined a stripper would, hoping to suggest I wasn't the nervous girl from the small town they thought I was. Thor's hair was a bit subdued, as was his expression. It made things more exciting and scary, how deliciously male they both seemed. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it behind me.

"Your skirt next." Thor whispered.

I pulled my skirt down and stepped out of it, so that I was wearing only a bra and panties and my high heeled shoes. At this moment, I was aware of everything on my exposed skin- the gazes of the men, the cool air currents from vents unseen. Even the light from a neon sign somewhere out there in the dark night beyond the window had a sensation to it. My every nerve ending screamed out, craving touch.

"Pull your bra down, under your tits." Thor said.

I swallowed and complied, pulling the lace down. It made my breasts stick way out more than they normally would. I felt even more weirdly on display, and I knew that was the idea. My cheeks burned, and much to my horror, the flush went all the way down to my prominent and shown-off breasts.

"Oh this is good." Thor said, "Now come here."

I went to him with a mixture of relief and apprehension. Thor put down his drink on a side table and reached up and pulled me to him so that I was straddling him, one knee on either side of him. Gently he brushed a hand over my breasts, over my nipple, launching twangs of sensation through me.

"You're blushing," He said, "and it makes me want to devour you."

I reveled in his warm touch, knees shamelessly spread over his lap, and he put his lips to my breasts. I closed my eyes and gasped as he sucked my nipple quite ferociously, then blew cool air on it. He twirled the other gently between his fingers.

"Oh my god." I said, It was as if being made to strip in front of them had heightened all my nerves and senses for this, and they knew it, I was sure of it. These were two very sexually devious bandits. "I think my mind might melt." I hissed as Thor rubbed the flat of his tongue over my diamond hard nipple.

Notes

Okay, so I'm going to post this chapter up in two halves. The next will be very smutty!

Also I'm thinking off adding a co-author to this. If you're interested, send me a message :) xox