Page 30 of Ares

I’m also out of my fucking mind.

ARES

In the morning, I wake up to the sound of soft rain against the window and the bed empty beside me. I hear the shower going and roll onto my back, every muscle in my body soft and relaxed. I’m so damn comfortable, it’s crazy. I haven’t slept like that in years.

From the cocoon of warm bedsheets, I gaze around the room. It’s sparsely furnished with a dresser, mirror, and a bedside table and lamp on either side of the bed. By the bedroom door are a pair of Doc Marten boots and running shoes, and a leather belt dangles from a hook on the wall. Other than that, there isn’t much in the room. No photographs. No personal items that tell me anything about the girl I spent the night inside of.

I close my eyes and listen to the rain outside.

Usually, the only thing to relax me like this is a punishing session at the gym with a punching bag and weights, and sometimes I’ll take hours to drain the restless energy from my body. And sex can leave me edgy and charged with energy even after I’ve come.

But this morning, I’m on freaking cloud nine.

Every muscle is relaxed.

Every nerve and fiber is loose and satisfied.

I don’t want to move, but my body clock tells me it’s time for coffee.

Forcing myself up, I push back the covers and start to dress. But as I shove my feet into my jeans, the soft sounds of Rory singing in the shower drift into the bedroom, and I stop what I’m doing.

I’m not ready to leave.

Not by a long shot.

I’m expected at the clubhouse for Church at midday, but until then, I’m free as a bird. So I step out of my jeans and walk toward the bathroom. She doesn’t hear me enter until I open the shower door. She has her back to me and looks like a vision of perfection beneath the glittering stream of water.

She looks over her shoulder at me, her long wet hair hanging like silk over the subtle curves of her shoulder blades and down to the arc of her waist.

Her gaze sweeps over me, and a dark heat enters her eyes when she sees the heavy erection hanging between my legs.

“Like what you see?”

She quirks an eyebrow. “Maybe.”

I step inside and stand behind her, and she bites down on her lower lip.

I love how tiny she is in comparison to my size.

My lips graze her shoulder, my tongue trailing up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. She shivers and tilts her head, exposing the full curve of her throat. My teeth sink into the flawless skin, and she lets out a whimper that sends all kinds of crazy to my cock.

I guide her hands up to the wall and press her palms against the tiles.

We didn’t use a condom last night, and it’s the farthest thing from my mind when I rock my hips forward and slide my cock inside her. With a groan, she braces herself against the tiled wall and sinks her teeth into her lips.

Her sweet pussy tightens around me, and it feels so good, the effort not to come straight away almost kills me.

I’m high on all the sensations hitting my brain at once. The sound of her sweet moans. Her soft milky body bending against mine. Her wet pussy as it suckles my cock. The warm shower water hitting my skin. It all feels so good I know I’m about to explode.

Reaching around, I begin to rub her clit, and her knees buckle.

“Oh God, Ares, don’t stop,” she begs. She sags against the tiles and gasps for breath. “I’m so close. So… fucking… close.”

I pick up the pace.

Both my fingers and my cock.

She trembles and cries out as she comes. Her sweet pussy contracts violently around my cock and fuck me, out of nowhere my orgasm hits me like a brick in the face. It crashes through me, but I don’t stop thrusting until we both ride the wave all the way to the end, and our cries are swallowed by the warm stream of the shower.

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