Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
OPHELIA
Apollo leaves the bathroom the second he comes. I’m exhausted from having multiple orgasms, and my brain is turning to mush, but I know something is wrong.
I’m still thinking about Ares saying, “Don’t be shy, baby. Ride my dick. My brother likes to watch.”
Apollo likes to watch.
And Ares lets him.
What the fuck?
I enjoyed seeing Apollo jerking his big dick while I fucked his brother. It was the hottest sex I’ve had but also strange. Apollo stared at me with a vacant look as if he had gone elsewhere.
I hop off Ares and sit in the bathtub beside him. “What just happened?”
His hand dips into the water and between my thighs as he leans forward to kiss me. “Hmm… Let’s see. I made you come more times than you can count. And now, you’re wondering why you didn’t let me put my dick in all the way last night.”
“No, I mean with Apollo. Why did he want to stay and then run away? Did I do something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, baby. It’s not you. He was into it. My brother has a problem.”
“What?”
“That’s not my secret to tell.” He glances at the wall and sighs. “Maybe Apollo will tell you someday. But don’t push him. He’s sensitive about it.”
“Oh,” I whisper, deflated. “Okay, sure. I won’t mention it.”
Ares snaps his head at me. “Sorry, babe. I’m not trying to hide anything from you.”
“No, I get it.” I press a kiss to his lips. “Apollo will tell me if he thinks I need to know.”
I have to respect his boundaries. I would hate it if Ares kept pushing me to get naked in front of him. He kept his promise and never looked down. It was so freeing to have sex with no barriers between us.
“We need to get you dressed and fed. My mother hates it when we keep her from her appointments.”
I have to go shopping again with Athena. As her maid of honor, I will pick up our dresses, do the final taste test, and whatever else she has planned for us.
The wedding is almost here.
Ares grips my hips. “Ready to get out of this tub?”
I rub his hand and smile. “Get me a towel.”
He can see all of me if he looks down at the water. But his eyes are on my face.
Ares doesn’t protest. Instead, he bobs his head and gets out of the tub, spilling water over the sides. “The lady of the house gets whatever she wants.”
He doesn’t bother trying to drip-dry on the rug. Nope, he pads across the room, tracking water everywhere, and grabs two towels from the rack.
His back has as much muscle as his arms and chest. This man is a tattooed work of art. Water slides off his muscles and onto the tile. He runs a hand through his black hair, short on the sides and longer on the top.
His dick looks even bigger when it taps his thigh with each step, and I wonder how I fit him inside me.
My inner walls ache from how deep he went, driving harder with each thrust. He let me control the pace, which made the initial stretch of my pussy bearable.
But now that I’ve come down from all the orgasms, I feel him everywhere.
“If you keep staring at me like that,” Ares says, whipping me out of my dirty thoughts, “I’m gonna fuck you again.”
“I can look, can’t I?”
He winks. “See something you like, Little Dragon?”
Kneeling in the tub, I lick my lips and grab his dick. It’s perfect, a big toy I want to play with.
“We’re not having sex again,” I say as I stroke his length. “I just want to touch you for a second.”
He grunts. “Babe, I don’t need to tell you how the male body works. Keep rubbing my dick like that, and I will do something about it.”
I peek up at him and drop my hand. “We’ll finish this later.”
“Yes, we will.” Ares smirks, holding out the towel for me. “Don’t be shy, beautiful.” He turns his head. “I’m not looking at you. Stay in that tub a second longer, and your skin will prune.”
I take the towel from him and wrap the soft fabric around me. Like a gentleman, Ares helps me out of the tub. He pins my back to his chest and curls his arm around me.
“I think you should know I’m already obsessed with you.” Ares tilts my head to the side and brushes his lips on my neck. “And I won’t stop fucking you after the wedding.”