CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ARES NICOLAIDES
IWATCH HER SLEEP.
I like watching her.
I said it before.
We only had two-hour sleep.
Or I had none.
The way the white sheets were draped around her naked body, her brown hair turning gold because of the sunlight shining through the open window. I turn my head, the cream curtains slowly shifting back and forth. I stand up, walking over to the front of the bed. I slowly lift the covers and slowly crawl underneath, her bare legs were in view-already spread for me, almost as if she were ready for me.
Without hesitation, I lower myself between her legs, pressing my mouth against her hot, wet cunt. She gasps softly as I delve my tongue inside her, exploring every inch of her warmth with eager fervour.
Her body begins to writhe beneath me, her hands tangling in the sheets as waves of pleasure wash over her. My hand ventures of to her breasts, it fit so well in my palm, soft and mouldable. My fingers grab onto her nipple, pinching it as my tongue does its job. I feel it stiffen under my touch. I love the effect I have on her. Her breath begins picking up as I tug onto it. I push her legs farther apart; they begin shaking in my hands as I flatten my tongue against the small nub at the top.
“Ares…please…” she moans out, her back arching.
I could tell she wanted to release so I remove my mouth within seconds, and she gasps. I climb out of the sheets, hovering over her as my lips find hers. My fingers graze down her abdomen, back towards her wet pussy. They part her folds, seeking out her slit as my lips kiss down her neck. I rub up and down her clit, her eyes closing as I push my finger inside.
She gasps, her fingernails digging into my arm.
“I need to cum…Ares…let me.” She mumbles, her forehead resting onto my shoulder as I insert another two fingers. Her hands suddenly find their way to the waistband of my boxers, sliding their way inside as she grabs onto my hardened cock. I groan. “Let me…” I thrust my fingers in faster and harder, her thighs begin to shake, and her head falls down onto the pillow.
I watch her eyes become hazier, and her body finally crumbles.
Her juices spread between my fingers as I slide them out from her legs, “look at that.” She sighs, and I suck onto my fingers. “So, fucking sweet.”
She grabs my face, kissing me deeply- the taste of toothpaste still lingers in her mouth as she crawls on top of me. Her wet cunt resting above my dick, the only thing blocking are my fucking boxers. We kiss like we had never kissed before. I mean three fucking weeks of nothing. With practiced ease, she positions herself above me, her eyes locking with mine as she lowers herself onto my throbbing shaft. A low moan escapes her lips as she takes me in, inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate my girth. I can feel the heat of her arousal surrounding me, driving me to the brink of madness with desire.
With a sudden gasp, she impales herself fully upon me, her body tensing with the exquisite sensation of being filled completely. I watch in awe as she begins to move, her hips rocking rhythmically against mine, each thrust driving us both closer to the edge of ecstasy.
My hands find her breasts, squeezing and teasing her sensitive flesh as she rides me with abandon. Her head falls back in ecstasy, her cries of pleasure filling the air as she bounces upon my cock, driving me to the brink of madness with her wild abandon.
I groan as she tightens around me.
Fuck, her cunt is made for me.
Her cunt is the only one that would and could ever pleasure me. Her name escapes my lips in a fervent whisper, a testament to the intensity of our connection. “Ares... fuck!” she screams out, her fingernails digging into my chest.
“It’s your cock angel, make yourself cum.” I whisper out, her hand presses down around my throat. Her ass slapping against my balls, the sounds echoing into the room. I grab onto her hips, my grip firm as I move within her, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, I’m close. I need to fucking cum! I groan as she tightens around me, her warmth and wetness driving me to the brink of madness.
And then, she moans, cumming all onto my cock. I love the way she moans, the way she sounds. I flip us around and thrust into her. “Ares! Ahh!”
I slide out of her, resting my cock onto her stomach as I ejaculate healthy semen. She grabs my face, pulling me down to her lips as she kisses me. Her tongue finding its way down my throat almost, her hand grabs onto my cock as she strokes it. “Again…” she whispers.
Most definitely.
Without hesitation, I oblige, pushing myself inside of her once more. She moans in pleasure as I grip onto the headboard, using it as leverage to thrust myself deeper inside of her. Her fingernails digs into my back before dragging down, I know she’s going to be leaving marks on my body.
Even better for me.
With each movement, the intensity between us grows, our bodies moving together in a passionate rhythm that borders on the edge of madness. The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths and the creaking of the headboard, but I had forgotten my own strength, and suddenly the headboard breaks. Alexandra gasps, looking back at the mess beside us, the wooden slabs fallen all over.
For a moment, we both freeze, stunned by the unexpected turn of events. Then, Alexandra bursts into laughter, the sound infectious as it fills the room.
“Oh my god,” she exclaims between giggles, “did you... break it?”
I can’t help but join in her laughter, the absurdity of the situation washing over me. “Looks like it,” I reply, a grin spreading across my face as she kisses me. But we quickly refocus on the passion between us as her walls tighten around me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. “Fuck, Alex... fuck!” I groan, lost in the intensity of our connection.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and I shoot my head back in shock to see Atlas and Adonis standing there, their mouths agape in disbelief. In an instant, I scramble to cover Alexandra with my body, shielding her from their view.
“Get the fuck out!” I yell, my voice laced with urgency and frustration. Adonis reacts quickly, slapping his hand over Atlas’ eyes before both of them scramble out of the room, their footsteps echoing in the hallway.
As the door closes behind them, I turn back to Alexandra, who is now laughing softly. I can’t help but smile, my heart swelling with love for this woman who has brought so much joy and laughter into my life. “They never learn, do they?” I chuckle, sitting down on the edge of the bed, she slides her arms around my neck-her breasts against my back.
“No, they really don’t,” she replies, her laughter contagious, kissing my neck, I bring her over to straddle my legs.
“Let me go sort them out, you sleep in,” I whisper, planting a tender kiss on her lips before reluctantly pulling away. She nods, a sleepy smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she nestles back into the sheets. I stand up, grabbing my discarded boxers and joggers from the floor, slipping them on hastily. “Don’t think we’re done, angel,” I murmur, shooting her a playful wink.
She pushes me away.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Everything about her.
She looks absolutely stunning, sitting there against the broken headboard, her hazel eyes glistening with a mixture of desire and contentment. Despite the chaos of the moment, there’s a serene beauty about her that takes my breath away.
I leave the bedroom and make my way downstairs.
“What the hell are you two up to?” Their heads turn towards me, and I catch Atlas trying to hide something behind his back. This little boy is always caught up in something he shouldn’t be doing.
“So, you guys are back together? I can already see a little Aralex on the way,” Atlas grins mischievously.
“Aralex?” I question, glancing at Adonis, who shrugs his shoulders while raiding the fridge, he slides out a can of coke and I hear the fizz as he flicks it open.
“Alexandra and Ares put together, it’s a good name for when your kid comes.”
What the fuck?
“First of all, that is a stupid fucking name and second of all-what the fuck is wrong with you guys coming into my house uninvited all the fucking time.”
“Oh, shit, man! You won the bet,” Atlas whispers, pulling a twenty dollar note from his back pocket and handing it to Adonis, who snatches it eagerly.
“What fucking bet are you talking about?” I demand, confusion swirling in my mind.
“I told him you would swear three times,” Adonis explains, tucking the note into his pocket and casually settling onto the kitchen counter.
I narrow my eyes at them, trying to make sense of their bizarre behaviour. “What are you guys even doing here?” I question, my patience wearing thin.
“We thought you were still in your heartbreak phase, but I think we were mistaken,” Adonis replies with a smirk, his tone teasing.
I scoff, “well, as you can see, I’m doing just fine,” I respond, opening the fridge to take out a bottle of water.
“Oh, trust me, we can see that.” Adonis chuckles out.
“Oh, good morning scratcher.” I turn around, Atlas leaning his elbow onto the island counter. Alexandra comes into view, with a raised brow.
“Scratcher?” She asks, sitting down onto a stall.
“You ruined my older brothers back with those claws of yours, scratcher.” Alex shoots me a look, a smile spreading across her face.
“Had to mark him one way.” She whispers.
Oh, you did, did you?
We were stuck in the mundane ritual of food shopping, a task I despised with every fibre of my being. I couldn’t fathom why Alexandra enjoyed it so much, but if it made her happy, I had no choice but to endure it.
I watched as she tossed a couple of items into the basket I held, her words breaking through my silent reverie. “You’re going to get lines if you keep frowning like that,” she remarked, her voice light but teasing as she added packets of pasta to our growing collection.
Hang on.
Hang the fuck on.
No, I must be overthinking.
I needed to respond, and quickly, before she noticed the turmoil churning within me.
“I’ll take my chances with the lines,” I retort, attempting to mask my unease with a smirk as I watched her walk away to fetch a few more items. My phone vibrates, I shift my basket into the other hand and slide out my phone from my back pocket.
Only to see a message from Maria.
Maria (4:59pm): did you know that Luca go out from prison six hours ago?
Luca got out from prison.
Why the fuck is he out from prison? He got a life sentence.
I look around the empty aisle.
My heart pounding into my chest, a squeaking sound rings into my ears as I drop the basket.
Looking for Alexandra.
She is nowhere to be seen, I rush down the rest of the aisles, looking for her-calling out her name. “Alex!” I yell out, my voice echoing through the supermarket, drawing curious glances from passersby. But amidst the sea of faces, she”s nowhere to be found.
In a moment of desperation, I spot a familiar figure and reach out to grab her arm, only to be met with a startled glance from a stranger. “Sorry... sorry,” I mutter hastily, releasing my grip and continuing my frantic search.
And there she is, standing amidst the canned tomatoes, her presence a beacon of reassurance in the midst of my mayhem. “There you are,” I breathe out, relief flooding through me as I approach her. She turns her head at the sound of my voice, a soft smile gracing her lips.
“Here I am—what’s wrong?” She inquires, concern etched in the furrow of her brows as I reach out to cup her face gently in my hands, pulling her close against my chest.
“Ares, your heart is going crazy,” she observes, her voice laced with worry as she feels the rapid beat against her own chest.
I can’t lose you again.
I can’t do it again.