Chapter 5 #3
“Fussing? You disrespectful man.” I want to hit him where it hurts. “I’d rather run into danger than be stuffed in a cage by you.”
His eyes darken. “Careful, Little Flame. Your mouth is spitting fire. I will put it out.”
The air around us crackles. Don’t dare him, Soraya. Back down.
“Do it, then. But you will never be the master of me.”
ARES
“I don’t want to be your master. I want to be your provider.” I step forward.
She moves back, her hand holding on to the edge of the island. Her gaze lands on my lips, then rove up to my eyes.
I brace my hands on either side of her. “This is not a cage, Soraya. It’s a refuge. I only want to bring you peace.”
“Ares?”
“Kiss her, Ares.”
Her eyes are full of anticipation. I look down at her lips, before taking in the way her chest moves slowly.
“Tell me you understand, Soraya, that this…me… my home is not a cage, but a sanctuary.”
Her throat bobs, and her eyes move over my face. “I understand.”
“Tell me no, Soraya.” My body trembles, as I try to hold myself back.
Her eyes become wild. On her tiptoes, she holds my face. “Yes.”
My hand finds her waist, pulling her closer to my body. Her lips crush mine. The way her tongue invades my mouth; her fucking taste. Fuck me.
I need—no; I want more. Her fingernails dig into my arms, and I revel in the small slice of pain. I hope it bleeds, and leaves a mark. I lift her onto the counter, never breaking the kiss. With nimble fingers, I untie the robe, letting it fall down her shoulders.
I break the kiss, moving my mouth to taste her jaw and her neck. Kissing down to her shoulders, causing the strap of her nightgown to slip off like an invitation for me to remove it .
My lips follow the path of the strap. Soraya’s fingers ease into my hair. I pull back a little to admire the way her nipples pucker behind the silk fabric. Hungry; that’s how I feel. My mouth lands on the silk covering her nipple. Soraya moans and arches her back.
Fuck. I pull the nightgown down, exposing her brown peak. It tightens under my gaze. After grazing her bud with my lips, I stretch my tongue out, licking the air just above her nipple.
Soraya shakes and pushes her chest more to my lips.
“Make her beg, Ares.”
I look up at her; her face holds hints of frustration.
“Beg for it,” I mutter.
She exhales. “Please, Ares.”
The sound of her pleading is like music to my ears. It makes my cock rock hard.
Taking her hand away from my hair and face, I cage them beneath mine on the marble counter. I bend my head and take her nipple into my mouth. Letting it roll against my tongue, she moans. Trying to push more of herself into my mouth. Her hands shift underneath mine as she tries to escape.
“Ares, please.”
I clamp my teeth against her, and she moans out louder. Her hips lift and drop down onto the counter.
Her body trembles as I blow on her nipples. I press my nose against her skin. She smells of vanilla and something citrus.
“I need to taste you,” I mutter against her chest.
“Please.”
Pulling away, I take my fingers and hook them around the edge of her panties and tug them down slowly. Her legs hang over the side of the island. I widen her them and yank her closer to the edge.
“I need to see more of you.”
She widens her legs further, but, fuck; I need more.
I take her legs and place her feet on the edge of the counter. Perfect. Now I have her spread wide open. Her arms are behind her, holding herself steady.
I lick my fingers and glide it slowly down her pussy.
“Taste her, Ares, please.”
My tongue swipes up slowly, collecting some of that warm juice.
“By the fates, Soraya, you taste better than ambrosia.”
I don’t give her time to respond, I savor her pussy. Sucking on her clit, my tongue flicks it, and her hands drive into my hair.
“Ares, shit.”
Having her claw at my head, calling my name…
SORAYA
Feasting; that’s what he is doing. He is taking his time to eat me, and I am ready to fuck. Oh my God, there he goes again, dragging his tongue slowly over my clit. Why wouldn’t he just…?
My breath leaves me as he sucks on my clit. His two fingers move into me, moving slowly like it’s calling me to have an orgasm.
A shudder runs through my body as I lift off the island.
I want…more. He introduces a thumb above my clit.
As he flicks the underside of my clit with his tongue, his thumb presses down at the top.
He gives it a small pinch, and I can feel myself falling over.
I am about to come. I roll my head back, waiting for the orgasm to crash over me.
Ares pulls away his hands, and I look down, puzzled.
“If you are going to come, you will do so on my fucking cock.” He untucks his shirt, unbuckles his belt and then unbuttons his shirt.
Dipping his hand into his pants, he takes his cock out. It’s thick, veiny, and long. Fuck, can he even fit?
He rubs the head of his cock at my opening.
“Look down, Raya, and see how your greedy pussy is welcoming my cock,” Ares says. His voice sounds gravelly and deep.
“I feel full, Ares. I don’t think I can take more.”
Ares chuckles darkly. “I have you, baby, you can take it.” Slowly, he rocks his hips back and forth. “Such a good pussy. Fuck.”
He circles my clit with his finger. I open up more to him.
“Just like that, Soraya. Fuck.” He takes his time as he tries to get my body accustomed to his size. His lips move onto mine, and his tongue invades my mouth. With one hand on my ass and the other on my neck, Ares fucks me. He pulls away and looks down at where we are joined.
“Look at your pretty pussy wetting my cock.”
I can’t think straight. I widen my legs even more, and wrap my arms around his waist. Needing more, I pull him closer.
A moan breaks from my lips. “Just like that, Ares. I need more.”
“Fucking beg for it, Raya.”
“Please.”
His voice sounds rough. “Please what?”
I swallow. “Please fuck me harder.”
Ares slams into me harder. “I love how you are opening up for me. Such a good fucking girl.”
“Yes, please, right there.” He’s rubbing that one spot that’s making my eyes roll back into my head.
“That’s my good girl. Take my fucking dick. Look at the wet mess you are making on me.”
The sound of our fucking echoes through the kitchen.
Ares’ hand moves to my throat. He presses me down onto the counter, my back flat against the cold marble. His hold on my throat tightens.
“Trust me,” he mutters.
My hand presses his hand harder around my throat.
Ares laughs, but his hips never stop. I am spread out open on the island getting fucked by a beautiful man.
I am going to heaven. His thumb makes quick circles on my hip, and the hold around my neck tightens.
I can’t breathe, but the lack of air, the feel of his cock pounding into me, the touch of his thumb is making me—
Ares bends over me and whispers in my ear, “Come with me, Soraya. Give it to me, little flame.” He slams into me harder, making my teeth rattle.
“Fuck.” That’s all I can get out as my body falls over the edge. I lift my hips, and my pussy squeezes onto his cock, all the while squirting on him.
“By the fucking God! Look at me.”. His hand tighten around my throat; the other moves and grips my ass.
I don’t know if it’s the lack of oxygen or just Ares, but I feel…I cry out as I come again.
“Fuck!” Ares groans, slamming his cock deep into my body.
I wrap my hand around his wrist as a shudder runs through his body.
We both remain silent, with only our breathing sounding through the kitchen.
We just had the most amazing mind-blowing sex on the kitchen island, and we are both silent. Is he having regrets? I turn my back to him and tie the robe around my body. I should say something, but what?
When I turn to face him, he’s already dressed, standing at the marble island with my phone in his hand, like we didn’t just have the best sex ever.
He sets the phone down. “All your numbers are unblocked.”
“Thank you,” I mutter in reply. My eyes can’t meet his.
“Soraya.”
God, is he going to say he regret it? I lift my gaze to his. “Ares.”
“Remember what I said. This home isn’t a cage; it’s your sanctuary.”
I nod, feeling both charged and exposed.
“Good night, little flame.” He turns and walks away, and I stand in the kitchen dumbfounded.
As Ares leaves, I open the phone and call Michelle. Within two minutes, she answers.
"Hello?"
“Mich, it’s Soraya,” I whisper.
There is a pause and then a scream. “Raya, oh my God. Where are you?”
I feel joy in having someone miss me. “I am safe. I can explain when I see you.”
“How about tomorrow? I can meet you at Buster’s.”
“I miss you so much. I can’t wait to see you. How about tomorrow around 10?”
“Doable. I miss you too. See you tomorrow.”
I hear Michelle chuckle. “I can’t wait. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Ares was wrong to block my numbers, but it was so nice to hear my cousin’s voice again.