Chapter Sixteen
ARES
M y eyes glance up from the screen to see Kyra reposition herself on the couch again. She curls her legs under her as she balances her laptop on the armrest, then continues to type away.
After lunch, I showed her a few more pieces and then she mentioned needing to work on her paper. Something must have inspired her, because she’s been typing away for nearly two hours.
I can’t help but watch her. There’s no reason for me to be sitting at my desk, but I could only catalogue stuff out there for so long before the need to be in the same room as her took over.
“Oh, my God,” Kyra mutters.
Her eyes glance up to see mine on her. She smiles. “It’s done.” She shakes her head with a laugh. “I mean, I still need to edit it, but it’s all done.”
“Your paper?”
She nods and closes her laptop. Her head falls back on the couch. “It flowed out of me more like a work of fiction than a history paper. Sex, politics, and the ancient games,” she mutters.
I watch as her chest rises and falls. The way her wrap dress has slowly unwrapped a little. It taunts me. Teasing me with the edge of pink lace beneath it. My nostrils flare and I slowly stand from my seat.
“Tell me about it.” I walk over to the door and lock it. “How does your paper start?”
“The first sentence reads: When we think of being naked, we associate it with sex, but what if we associated it with the Olympics instead?” She laughs. “I then go on to be more scientific with the fact that the athletes were naked when competing because it allowed more freedom of movement.”
I turn around to see her still looking up at the ceiling. A smile spreads across her face. “Can you imagine those ancient games? Going up against someone who appeared physically larger than you?”
“It was a tribute to the gods.” Her head moves and her eyes are on me, watching as I cross the office and come to stand in front of her.
I take the last few steps to be in front of her before dropping to my knees. Her eyes widen. My hands move up her legs—slowly. I notice the hitch in her breathing as I take my time moving up her body. I stand and pull her up with me.
“This fucking dress.” My fingers toy with the strings that have loosened over the last couple of hours in my office. I slowly pull at one and it opens with ease. “Did you mean to show up here wrapped like my present? Taunting me all day. Slowly becoming undone in my office.”
I push the sleeves off her shoulders and watch the dress drop to the floor in a pile at her feet. My eyes scan over her flawless skin and the pretty pink lace matching bra and panties. My gorgeous goddess. My princess. All fucking mine .
“Ares. I—” she stops.
“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” My eyes search hers as I unbutton my shirt.
“I’ve never. I mean… I haven’t.” She stops again. “I’m a virgin.”
Fuck. Me.
If I thought I was obsessed with her before? Now, I’m feral. “Good. I’ll be your first and last.”
“What?” Her hands go to cover herself.
I slip out of my shirt and pull the white undershirt off in a simple sweep. “You’re mine. Aren’t you, Kyra?” She nods. “If you want this to stop, I need you to use your words.” My hands hesitate at the buckle of my pants. “Tell me now if you don’t want this. Say stop and I will.”
It’ll suck, but if she’s not ready for this yet, I’ll wait. I’m not patient, but I’ll do whatever it takes. I will wait however long I need to until she knows this is happening.
“I want you too.” She drops her hands to her sides. “I just… I don’t know what to do.”
The smile crosses my face as I unbuckle my belt. Her eyes glance down, and she watches as I unbutton and unzip my pants. I push my pants down and step out of them and my shoes. My cock is hard and bounces forward as I stand up.
“That can’t be normal. It’s huge.”
I know I’m larger than average. Nine inches is a lot, but she can take me.
“You can touch me,” I assure her.
Kyra’s eyes flicker up at mine before glancing back down and reaching out. She hesitates. “Tell me what to do.”
I groan. “Go down on your knees and pull my boxers down.”
She slowly drops down. Her hands move up to the edge of my boxers and pulls them down. My cock goes down with the motion before springing back up.
“Lick your hand and put it on me, wrap those fingers around me.” My nostrils flare as I watch her do as I command. When her hand is on me? Fuck, I feel like a teenager about to lose control. My hand moves to cover hers and guide her. “Move it like this.”
“Can I taste you?” She bites down on her bottom lip before peering up at me.
“Yes.” I pull my hand away and let her take the lead.
Her head moves forward, and her tongue dips out to lick the tip. I groan with a curse. “Fuck, princess.” It must be what she wants to hear because she leans forward to take me into her mouth. She starts slow, just the first couple of inches. Then she uses her hand and her mouth. “Yes, just like that.”
My eyes stay looking down at her. Her eyes move up to look at me as her head bobs on my cock. I move my hand to her head, threading my fingers in her hair to take back a little of the control and push myself further in her mouth. She gags and her eyes water, but she doesn’t tap out.
I notice the way Kyra squirms on her knees. She’s desperate to find her own friction. As good as her mouth feels, I’m not ready to finish this way. I want inside of her. I start to pull out, but she sucks me in harder.
“Fuck.” My hand stills on her head as she continues. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.” She doesn’t stop. “You want that, princess? Are you desperate for a taste?”
She moans around my cock. The vibration brings me closer to the edge. When I come, she doesn’t stop. She sucks down every drop. She releases my cock and I take her hands to bring her to stand.
I devour her lips as my fingers brush across her lace bra. Her nipple hardens beneath my touch. “You were such a good girl, sucking down every drop.” My hands roam across her skin, up and down her sides before going back to her breasts and toying with her nipples.
“Ares, please,” she begs.
“What do you want?” I crowd her personal space as I turn us around so my back is to the couch. She shakes her head. “Use your words. Do you want me to touch you?” She nods. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you. I don’t know.” Kyra groans in frustration. “Everywhere. I want you to take control.” The words come out between breaths.
I step back and pull her with me, lowering myself on the couch. My hands move to her hips, fingers dancing along the lace of her panties. I lean forward and place a kiss on her stomach. My lips trail up, peppering soft kisses up to her breast. I reach back behind her and unhook her bra. The straps fall from her shoulders, and I pull the rest of it away from her and drop it to the floor. I take in every inch of her, committing it to memory. My fingers trace her delicate curves.
Kyra’s breathing is unsteady, anxious, but she holds still. I want to take my time exploring every inch of her. The only problem? I don’t know if I’ll ever be done.
“Ares,” she begs.
My fingers move to her panties. I tease the lace, slowly tracing the patterns across the front, down, and back up. Her hand moves to my hand. She attempts to push it where she wants it.
“Do I need to tie you up, princess?” My eyes snap up to hers. “Is that what you need to hold still? Because I’m not done committing every inch of you to memory. I won’t be done until you’re branded on my soul.”
Her hands fist at her sides as she rubs her thighs together, trying to create friction and ease the pressure that’s building.
I lean forward and kiss my way down her stomach. She trembles beneath me. Goosebumps trail behind my lips. My fingers move to lower the top edge of her panties, but just barely. I move them down slowly, take my time pressing soft kisses over the exposed skin.
Knowing this is her first time, I’m determined to drag it out. I want to make this about her pleasure, but first I need her as desperate for me. She may not realize it, the words I spoke earlier. I meant it when I told her I would be her first and last. Nothing and no one will stand in the way.
Kyra Storey is my weakness. I could lose everything in this world. I would give up anything, but not her—never her. The realization should terrify me. It lights me up even more.
I pull her panties the rest of the way down, dragging them down her legs until they’re at her feet. I release them and she steps out of them. My lips press to her stomach again before I lean back.
“What do you want Kyra?” My voice comes out rougher than I intended. Her eyes narrow like daggers. “Take it.” My arms stretch out on the back of the couch. I grip the back to keep from reaching out. Maybe I should sit on my hands. “Take what you want, princess.” She hesitates. “I’m yours.”
Kyra steps forward and moves to straddle my lap. She lowers herself and moves. She rocks against me, grinding her wetness on my cock.
My hands grip the back of the couch tighter to keep from grabbing her and taking control. It would be all too easy to move her slightly and slip in. Once we do this, there will be no going back.
She moves more, and I can tell it’s getting her off. It’s enough to take the edge off, watching her come undone in my lap without actually being inside of her. For a moment, anyway.
Her hands move to my shoulders to help herself balance. Her hips continue to swivel as she lifts herself up and down, finding the right amount of pressure. Each move making my cock harder. She lifts a little more until the tip dips inside of her. Kyra stills, her eyes on mine as she slowly lowers herself on my cock.
“It’s too much.” She hesitates.
I glance down to see she’s only about halfway down. “You’re doing so good, princess.” I lean forward and press my lips to hers. “Take your time. You can take me, every inch.”
“Ares.” She whimpers before she drops down a little more and we both moan. “Touch me.”
“Where?” I groan.
“Anywhere,” she pleads.
I reach down to where we’re connected. My fingers trail down until I can press and circle her clit. Her pussy clenches around me before she drops down the rest of the way.
“Fuck.” I groan at the feeling of her wrapped around me. She’s so fucking tight.
She leans back slightly and moans. She rises to her knees and then lowers herself. Again. And again. Most of the time, she’s not even coming all the way down.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her down on me, thrusting partially up to meet her halfway. “You feel amazing. Look how well you’re taking my cock, princess.”
“It’s too much.” She moans out. “I feel dizzy.”
I stand up, taking her with me without removing my cock from her. It’s found its permanent home and I’ll be damned if I don’t find a way to be in her as often as possible. I move to reposition us so her back is resting on the couch. My hand moves to her thigh to raise it up a little and move.
“Fuck. Too much.” Her back arches.
“Do you want me to pull out?” I groan. It’s not what I want to do.
“No. I need—” she bites down on my shoulder. Kyra pulls back. “I don’t know what I need. But please. Don’t pull out.”
I inwardly chuckle. “That’s my girl.” I pull back slightly and thrust in. My movements are slow and steady. “You’re doing so good, princess.”
“Right. There.” She mewls beneath me. “Oh. God. Fuck.”
I hold out until she clenches down on me, then I can’t hold back any longer and I find my release. The only problem? I’m not ready to stop.