Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
OPHELIA
Ares is patiently waiting for me to guide his hand. He’s the type of man who takes what he wants, and I was counting on that. But this feels more personal, intimate.
I put his hand on my breast.
His fingers brush over my painfully sore nipple, teasing me. “Can I take this off?” Ares tugs on my bra. “Is this allowed?”
“Yes.”
He’s eager to discard the fabric from my body and throws it across the room.
“I’m surprised you’re following my rules. It’s almost like you’re a gentleman.”
Ares closes his mouth over my nipple and sucks, ripping a moan from my mouth. “Would a gentleman do this?” He tugs on my nipple with his teeth and flicks his tongue over the aching bud. “I can make you come like this.”
“Yeah?” I palm the back of his head as he licks my breast. “Make me come, Ares.”
“But I’d rather you ride my hand and come all over my fingers.”
I smile at his suggestion. “I like the sound of that.”
He climbs on top of me and pushes my legs together, stripping off my panties in one swift motion. “Better yet, I want you to come on my face.”
The thought of his face between my thighs terrifies me. He licked my pussy for a second on his first night in the house. But he wasn’t down there long enough for me to get into my head and start worrying about what he would think.
“Ares, I thought we talked about this.”
Gripping my hips, he leans forward, his dick poking my inner thigh. “What? You don’t like getting your pussy licked?”
I can’t think straight.
Or breathe.
“What happened to me guiding your hands?”
“I don’t need hands to eat you out.” He drops his hands from my hips and holds himself up on his elbows between my thighs. “I don’t get this game you’re playing, baby. Do you wanna come or not?”
“Yes.”
His breath fans across my sex. “Then you’re going to have to let me touch you. I’m not fucking Houdini. Although I could probably come up with a few ways to get you off without using my body.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “What if you can’t breathe… down there?”
He laughs–actually fucking laughs–and I want to punch him. “You won’t smother me, Little Dragon. Wrap your legs around my head so that I can choke on the taste of your pussy.”
I sigh. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy for you.” He bends forward and rolls his tongue along my slit. “I’m serious. Squeeze your legs around me.”
“No,” I groan.
“Fine.” He grips the backs of my thighs. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
I do as he says, and Ares gives me slow, tentative licks that pebble my skin with tiny bumps of arousal. “Oh, my God.”
“I prefer Ares,” he says with a chuckle. “But I guess God will do.” His hand slips between my legs, pushing two fingers inside me. “You’re so wet for me.” He moves his fingers faster so I can hear exactly what he’s doing to me. “Squeeze my fingers.”
I follow his instructions, tightening my grip on him.
He rewards me with, “Good girl.”
Keeping his fingers inside me, Ares licks my pussy, tasting me like I’m his meal. I’ve never felt comfortable letting a man do this to me. You would think with my club experience, I have done it all.
My eyes slam shut each time his tongue darts between my folds.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” Ares spreads me with his thumbs and licks me. “Say my name, baby.”
“Ares,” I whimper.
“Say it again,” he demands. “I want my brothers to know who’s making you scream.”
“Ares,” I moan several times until his name dies on my tongue.
His fingers pump into me, and as my orgasm builds, a wave of cold and heat washes over me. Taking his hair between my fingers, I pull on the ends as the last of my tremors hit me like a hurricane. And when I come down from my high, my entire body feels numb.
“You taste so sweet.” The bed dips as he gets up, and I hear him lick his fingers. “I can’t get enough of you, Little Dragon.” He climbs up my body and kisses my breast, nibbling on the hard bud. “I want to be inside you.”
He thrusts his hips with his palms on each side of my head. Just enough for me to feel the head of his dick.
“No sex,” I tell him. “Remember? That was part of the deal.”
He bends down so our faces are inches apart, breathing against my lips. “How about the tip?”
“Can you come like that?”
Ares chokes on a laugh. “I can come just thinking about you.” Fisting his cock in his hand, he rubs the tip between my wet folds. “I want to feel your tight pussy. Can I put it in? Just an inch.”
I’ve been with plenty of men, though none as good-looking as Ares. We’ve already crossed one of the biggest barriers. I let him put his head between my legs and kiss me down there.
“An inch for you is not very much,” I point out. “I work at a sex club and haven’t seen a dick as big as yours. You’ve got to be as long as my forearm.”
“How about two inches, then?” Ares licks my bottom lip until I open up for him. “I’ll go slow.”
It’s like we’re playing sex roulette. If I say yes to two inches, he’ll ask for another. And another until he’s inside me.
I want that.
I do.
“Okay. Two inches.”
His tongue slips past my lips and tangles with mine, soft at first, before he becomes more aggressive.
“I lost my fight tonight,” he says between kisses.
“The first one of my career. That’s why my chest and head hurt.
” He licks my neck as he inches his cock inside me.
“And my pride. But this makes up for it.”
My heart cracks open at his confession. I’m no expert on fighting, but I’ve watched enough boxing matches with my father’s men. A fighter’s first loss is a big deal. Instead of wallowing in his grief, he’s sharing this moment with me.
He makes me feel special.
“I’m sorry, Ares.” I squeeze his tight ass. Then, with a quick thrust of my hips, he drives in another inch. “I’ll go to your next fight if that’s what you want.”
Ares smiles against my lips, moving slowly but not going any farther. “You can be my lucky charm.”
He meets each slow thrust with a kiss. I get lost in the moment, ignoring the world and our reality. He pulls out right before he’s about to come and jerks off on my breasts. I’m a complete mess, slick with his cum, so he hops off the bed and grabs a shirt.
“What a pretty sight,” he says with a wicked grin as he dabs the cloth at my breasts. “You’re mine now, Little Dragon.”
I snort at his comment. “I’m not a dog, Ares. You don’t have to mark your territory.”
He smirks. “Yes, I do.”
After he’s satisfied that I’m clean, he tosses the shirt on the floor and rolls onto his side. We lay in bed, breathing in unison, and his fingers slip between mine.
“Don’t go. Stay with me until morning.”
“Okay,” I say and curl up on his chest, but it’s a lie.
He cradles my head, running his fingers through my hair. “I’m not letting you go.”
Yes, you are.
After he falls asleep, I gather my panties and bra from the floor and sneak out of his room. I was an idiot for coming here, for begging him to make me come. We have no future. Because when the sun comes out, this all goes away…