Chapter 14 JOSIE
Ready?
With the way he looked at her, with blazing smoky heat, it made her ready to combust.
“Yes,” she brushed her fingertips along his strong shoulders because she wanted to touch him.
Touching Ares was her new favourite thing to do.
With the way he leaned forward, nuzzling her neck, she didn’t feel like an incompetent person propped up on pillows, she felt posed, ready to be his feast.
His lips against her neck made her nipples tighten to points begging for attention, and between her legs she was soaked.
“Oh! Ares!” she gasped as he blazed a trail of kisses down her stomach to her thighs. Ares slipped down her panties and pushed her legs open.
“Gorgeous.” He leaned down and kissed her, licking her sensitive skin until she squirmed, making her giggle as he covered every inch of her skin.
Could she handle this? Josie couldn’t stop laughing from the intensity of his lips against her skin.
“You’re so pretty down here.” Finally, he lifted his head, his green eyes pierced her to her core. She held her breath, wondering what he’d do next.
He skittered his fingers along her inner thighs, then touched her along her mound, down to her clit and pushed her labia lips apart.
“Thank you?”
“You’re so wet.”
He fingered her, with long quick strokes, her hips lifting from the bed on their own accord.
“That’s what you do to me.”
“Good” Ares bent his head and swirled his tongue over her clit.
Oh! The feeling was too much and not enough. Josie exhaled, reaching for his hands, needing to touch him.
He lavished her labia, licking long and slow, every stroke of his tongue peeled another whimper from her, a cry she couldn’t control.
Then he sucked her hardened clit, and she cried out, still needy for more.
“I’m…oh…oh!”
Her cries made him suck harder, pushing her legs open wider, so he’d have more access to her pussy.
Oh, man.
Never had she been worshipped like this before. She felt the stirrings of an orgasm build, the tingly pleasure sharp. Her toes curled, her calves tightened so much she felt they were going to come apart, but Ares kept sucking her, driving her pleasure even higher.
“Ares!” Josie panted his name in a sweet whine. “Oh! I’m coming!” The orgasm took her breath away, the tension so much the pleasure crashing through, making her head cloud, her skin aflame.
He licked through the orgasm, through the little trembles soaring through her legs.
“Oh, again!” She clutched the sheets, as pleasure so sharp it was almost pain grabbed her.
It wasn’t possible that she felt tension climbing, ready to come again; the pleasure bursting so hard she lost her breath, as he pushed his tongue against her clit and with deep strokes kept lapping.
“Ares!” The orgasm ripped through her, towing her down so hard it was almost painful, but she rode the wave of pleasure until she was gasping.
Her legs fell against either side of his face and he lifted, skimming his lips against her sensitive inner thighs.
“What have you done to me?” Josie reached for him. She felt weightless, her whole body buzzed with pleasure.
He trailed a line of kisses from her stomach to her breasts, then flicked his tongue against one nipple, then circled the other, before crashing his lips over her mouth.
“Did I make you cry?” He brushed a tear away from her cheek.
“You made me fly. That felt amazing.” “Two more orgasms to go.”
“No way.” Josie leaned her forehead against his chest. Ares kissed her forehead, stroking her hair. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Do you feel okay for us to keep going?”
Could she take more? She wanted to find out.
“Yes, I’m fine. I don’t back down from a challenge either.”
“Perfect.” Ares slammed his mouth against hers, kissing her until her lips.
She loved the feel of his mouth against hers, loved how he always took control of the kiss. He broke off the kiss, brushing away the hair from her forehead.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“You make me feel beautiful.”
“Good” Ares skimmed his lips down between her cleavage making her hips jolt again, and he took her nipple in his mouth.
She exhaled, the flutters of his tongue setting off a new surge of pleasure through her veins.
His phone ringing broke the intimate silence. Ares lifted his head from her nipple. “Got to take this. Sorry.”
Josie propped herself up, watching as he found his phone and admired his chiselled back as he strode out of the room.
Her head felt heavy with everything that he made her feel tonight, leaving her in this heightened pleasure induced state. It was a feeling that kept her eager for whatever Ares had in store for her next.
But the minute he came back into the room and she saw the drawn expression on his face, her heart sank.
“I’m sorry. Obligations call.”
“I understand.” She choked out the words, but unfairly she seethed inside. He warned her that his brother came first, but could she actually accept it? This night had been a web of intimacy so pure and thick she wanted to stay in its strands forever. The crash out of it hit her hard.
“You could stay here. I don’t expect this to take long.” Ares already had his pants back on and was walking toward his closet.
“No, it’s okay.” Her voice wobbled, but she smiled.
She stood, riffled through her clothes and got dressed. She strode to the bathroom and quickly packed up her toiletries, willing herself not to cry.
“I’m sorry, this isn’t how I wanted the evening to end,” Ares rubbed her arms.
She nodded, too choked up to say anything.
He had to take care of whatever it was he did, and he had warned her that this was part of being with him. She could accept that, she was sure she could, but what she didn’t want was to be caught in an endless loop of leaving and making up.
She wanted to be with this charming, beautiful man. He made her feel so cared for. She’d never experienced this kind of connection with anyone else. But he had to stop apologizing for something that was out of his control.
Nope, she would not be some whiny girl.
“It’s fine, nothing to make up for.” Somehow the words got out of her mouth past the lump in her throat.
“I’ll at least show you how sorry I am,” Ares took her bag. Josie took one last look around the palatial bedroom and told herself this wasn’t the end.
Walking downstairs, she felt Ares’s impatience and tried to quicken her steps. “No rush.”
She wondered if he meant it. He had transformed from the caring lover to the laser focused business CEO. He had on a new crisp blue shirt and a blazer that looked expensive.
Beside him, she was a complete mess, who looked like she had been tumbling in bed.
Outside, the snap in the air took her breath away. She shivered, and Ares wrapped an arm around her all the way to her side of the car.
He got in, pressed a few buttons, immediate warmth spreading against her back. “Thanks.”
“I’ll do anything for you, Josie.” He placed his hand on her thigh and she liked how it felt there, warm and comforting, but her heart felt ripped in shreds.
Stop it, you’re being ridiculous.
Through the drive back, the silence hung heavy in the air between them as her thoughts spun.
What the hell was she doing with this man?
She didn’t belong with him. They were too different and every time it seemed to grow to the next level between them, something kept them apart.
But the memory of being in his ropes, how secure and tight they felt against her skin, making her feel comfortable in a way she had never experienced fluttered across her sprawling thoughts.
“I’m going to walk you in.”
He didn’t give her a chance to protest, just came around to her door, and helped her out of the car, then grabbed her bag from the trunk.
The house was dark, except for a light in the small kitchen. Josie checked her own phone.
[Mom] Staying at Carlos’s tonight.
“Josie, I don’t want to leave you,” Ares pulled her against his chest.
“I’m fine.” Though the knot in her stomach said otherwise.
“Why don’t you call a friend?” He took her chin in his fingers, drawing her gaze away from her phone and to his face, where the anguish in his eyes tore at her heart.
“I can look after myself.”
“I know you can. I like it when you let me.” He smiled that stupid smile that gave her butterflies, the one that showed off his dimples.
“I had a good time tonight.” The words were inadequate. What she really wanted to do was throw herself to the ground and beg him not to leave her. So much for not being a whiny girl.
“Me too. The best. There will be another night.”
She didn’t miss the hopeful note in his voice.
“Yes.”
“Good. Lock the door behind me.”
“Okay.”
He stepped out, and the room immediately felt emptier. She locked the doors and through the window, watched him get back in his car and driveway.
She tried to ward off the tsunami of emotions, knowing she was being silly. He didn’t break up with you or rejected you. He had to go. That’s all.
But the only thing she wanted to do was curl up in a nest of blankets and sob.