30. Ares
Ares
We race back to the dock in the boat with Lourdes’s hands around my waist, one cheek resting on my back. The wind shifts, lifting Lourdes’s hair from her shoulders. She brushes it back absently, her scent of roses slipping into that hollow spot in my chest and settling there.
I’ll never get it out of my head how she tasted. Legs spread, mashing her pussy against my tongue and coming in my mouth so hard, she squirted all over me. That was the sexiest oral orgasm I’ve ever given a woman.
Inside the house, I push her against the stairwell wall that leads to my bedroom.
“Go take a nap. Get away from me before I do something you’re not ready for.” I grip her pussy through the dress. “If I take you right now, I will make you too sore.”
I kiss her forehead and then leave her against the wall so she can’t argue with me.
In the study, I do some work to pass the time and get her out of my head. Force the minutes to fool myself into thinking that I can control myself around Lourdes.
I call the foundation manager who handles Santorini charities and approve funds to send a team to address the cracked shelf.
I’m already thinking of the trip she and I will take to return here.
I barely spare myself a five-minute break throughout the day at home.
Lourdes makes me want to live and not just work.
“Grilled scallops tonight, Ares?” Elani asks from the study’s doorway. “They were just brought in this morning. I bought them all.”
I swing around toward her. “Are you sure you’re not a Zervas?”
“I used to bat my eyelashes at Alexander. He wasn’t interested.”
“He was stupid,” I say and don’t go in to how many ways. “I want to cook tonight. Do you have greens?”
“Fresh arugula and mozzarella.”
My stomach growls. “Please make that olive oil and lemon dressing I love, and then you can leave for the day.”
“You want to be alone with your guest, don’t you?” Her voice tilts up.
I freeze. “You’ve been working extra hard since we’ve been here.”
“You pay me every month, and sometimes no one is here.”
“You are here.” I smile at her. “That has value to me.”
“You have a deal, Ares. Thank you.” She leaves, her shadow dancing down the hall.
A few moments later, I join her in the kitchen to season the scallops and put them on skewers. Outside, I prepare the grill and put a few logs in the outdoor fireplace.
Elani says goodbye, and I wonder if I should tell her to skip the whole week. Not wanting to make a decision I’ll need to reverse later, I simply wave goodbye.
Lourdes comes up behind me at the counter while I check out Elani’s recipe book. “Something smells good.”
“That’s you.” I turn around and kiss her.
Looking fresh from a nap and wearing yet another dress I bought her, she asks, “Where’s Elani?”
“Gone for the day. We’re alone for the rest of the night.” I level her with a stare and wait for her to understand the implication.
“That’s more my speed.” She reaches into the antipasto plate and pops a fresh mozzarella ball into her lovely mouth. Her eyes go wide as she savors the taste. “Christ, I hate what corporate greed does to our food.”
I consider the cost of having all my food imported for her. Something to think about later.
On the back patio, we drink wine while I sear the scallops on the grill. I watch her for any signs of awkwardness or guilt.
There’s none even though I’m her boss, and I fucked her with my tongue. She’s married and orgasmed all over my face.
Good girl…
When the scallops are done, I plate them and motion to her to sit on the outdoor sofa. “Let’s eat right here.”
Sitting next to each other, we balance our plates on our knees. I remove a scallop from the skewer and hold it to her lips. “Open.”
She smiles and lets me feed her. Then she does the same to me with a piece of bread. The garden’s fragrance combines with the woodsmoke and seared scallops, calming me like no other place does.
When our plates are empty, Lourdes hops up and takes them into the kitchen. I don’t protest when I hear the sink faucet running and the dishwasher opening.
She returns with our wine glasses refilled. I take mine from her and sit her on my lap.
Kissing her neck, I groan, “I need to fuck you.”
“What are your real intentions with me?” She leans back. “I’m not a woman you’d take to wife. You won’t tell me if you want children. I accept this for what it is for a few days, but I have no desire to be used long-term, Ares.”
I study her, weighing that statement. A few days.
“Long-term has a different meaning when you run a crime family. You unsettle me, Lourdes. Have from the moment I met you. I make arrangements with women. That is all. I get what I want, and I walk away. Never look back.”
“And now?”
I smile, not warmly. It’s calculating. “Now every second holds a challenge. You aren’t one of those women who will accept one of my usual arrangements. And yet, here you are. Here I am. And I want to fuck you. Hard. All night.”
Lourdes’s eyelashes flutter. “I… I want you to fuck me.”
“That means you’re mine, Lourdes. Tell me you understand that.” I drill her with a stare. “Even if it’s a few days.”
Those words feel so wrong in my chest.
Normally, I have a date in mind to end an arrangement. It should scare the piss out of me that I see no date in my head to let her go.
“Lourdes…”
“While I’m with you, you own me,” she whispers.
“I’ll accept that answer for now.” I doubt she’ll sign a contract. But my owning her will be etched in stone until we both decide we’ve had enough. “Before I fuck you, I need your warm mouth around me first.”
“I have a secret,” she says, her fingers teasing the waistband of my shorts.
It could be a nuclear secret worth billions, but I don’t process a word when her hands close around my shaft.
“Tell me,” I say anyway, craving the wanton in her voice about this confession.
“I enjoyed giving head. Until I met David,” she says.
We share a combined sneer.
“I appreciate you revisiting your love of sucking cock just for me.” I grip her jaw tight. “But you will only suck mine from here on. Now get on your knees.”
Narrowing her eyes on me, she slithers down to the wooden deck planks as I release my cock from my shorts.
Smiling, she licks my drenched tip, my precum coating her mouth.
So fucking hot.
“Suck me deep into your mouth,” I order, cradling the back of her head.
Moaning, she closes her lips around me and sucks me so fucking deep my sight goes hazy.
“Fucking Christ, Lourdes,” I groan, fisting her hair.
“Can you come just like this, Ares?” She licks and sucks me at an interval that wrecks my nerves.
My balls tighten and sparks fly up my spine, signaling my orgasm is on the verge of a detonation I may never recover from.
Growling, I say, “Down your fucking throat until you’re gagging.”
Trickles of precum dribble from her mouth and down her chin. It’s the most goddamn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “So fucking good.”
Pleasure breaches my restraint, and I hold her head in place, so she has no choice but to swallow my release. I piston my hips and lose myself to fucking her mouth and emptying what I know is just a warning shot.
More will build up. And fast.
Her throat vibrates as she tries to breathe, tries to swallow it all.
I pull out, spraying and making a mess of her face as ropes of ejaculation shoot from my shaft. I pull her up and kiss her, tasting my salty cum combined with her lip gloss.
“Fuck…” I mutter and reach under her dress until I find her thong. It’s fucking drenched. “You’re so wet.”
“You have me shaking.”
“Does your greedy cunt need my cock?” My heart is hammering against my ribs, craving to be inside her.
This woman has driven me wild and out of my mind.
I strip her out of the sundress, and love that she’s braless before me. Her skin is luminous with a post-sun glow. I cup each tit and lick her nipples.
In between that enjoyment, I pull my shirt over my head and fully remove my pants. Aware a guard might walk by and see us, I decide I don’t care who sees me fuck Lourdes. Once any man watches me fuck a woman, they know she is mine.
I lean back on the sofa and fist my hard cock. “Come here. Ride me. I’ll stop before I come.”
Nodding, Lourdes straddles me then slides her wet, throbbing pussy up and down my shaft.
“Oh my God,” she cries and throws her head back.
Unable to wait one more second, I fist my cock and line it up with her drenched slit. “Fuck me,” I rasp.
She eagerly slides down onto my length. My hands grip her firm, round ass cheeks until I’m buried to the hilt in the most amazing tight cunt I have ever felt around my cock.
She fucks me, bringing one leg forward for leverage. Her head dropped back, long blonde hair brushing my knees, and she moans uncontrollably.
Spread wide, I see her bulbous and smooth clit. I lick a finger and rub it. “Fuck, so hard.”
“Oh, Ares. I’m gonna come,” she whimpers. “Right there, don’t stop.”
I watch her fall apart, riding my cock. Her cunt squeezes around my shaft, strangling it. Drenching it. Owning it. Her back arches, thrusting nipples with hardened peaks at me. Her skin is so damn warm and rosy.
A fierce need to dominate her takes over. I stand up, keeping us connected, then put her on her back along the sofa, thrusting to stay inside her at the same time.
“I need to be rough right now. Tell me I can do that.”
Her eyes burn with the need to see me become an animal. “Be rough with me.”
Fucking Christ, I thrust my cock inside her again and again and watch as she unravels beneath me.
My cock is painfully hard, but I need to make her come again. Make her body know this is pleasure despite the violence in my thrusts. I want her to crave it. Crave me.
I spread her legs apart as far as they’ll go and thrust into her so hard that she moans my name.
“Ares, I’m coming again.” Lourdes clenches around me as she climaxes. Harder than the first time.
Sweat soaks my skin as her nails scratch down my back. I want the scars from this. Feeling marked by her, my orgasm tumbles over me and takes over. It’s so intense, I lose my sight for a few seconds.
Struggling to breathe, I take Lourdes so fucking hard until I almost lose consciousness. But she’s not on birth control. Fuck.
I pull out just before I climax, marking her stomach with my cum until I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her completely.
“Fucking fuck.” I suck down greedy gulps of air, so I don’t pass out. “Are you okay?” I ask, quickly taking inventory of her skin for bruises. Surely, I touched her too roughly. “Did I hurt you?”
She grins up at me, beaming. “Not even close.”
“Good. Gather your clothes. The next round will be in my bed.”