Chapter 10
CECILY
Istood just inside the entryway, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it.
My eyes darted around to take in what little I could see of his huge house before my gaze snapped back to him.
Ares stood only a foot away, watching me with an unwavering stare that sent a delicious shiver down my spine.
He’d left the decision in my hands, and I’d walked through his door. Now he was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his big body.
My skin was tingling with anticipation, but my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Even as I leaned closer, I knew that whatever happened next would complicate everything. Beneath all the worry, though, was the knowledge that I wanted him to be my first.
I’d spent my whole life being disciplined. Focused on the next round of training. Another competition where I could prove myself. My chance at the podium.
Right now, I didn’t want discipline. Not standing in Ares’s house with his blue eyes burning into me. I wanted this moment before life pulled me in another direction. To California and another chance for the gold.
I took one step toward him. That was all it took.
Ares closed the last bit of distance between us.
One of his hands slid into my hair while the other wrapped around my waist. He pulled me against him like he’d been waiting forever for me to be ready for this step even though he was the one who’d insisted we wait until I was ready. But now he was done holding back.
His mouth came down on mine, and there was no hint of gentleness in the way he kissed me. It was deep and possessive, his tongue stroking against mine as he tilted my head exactly how he wanted it.
I melted against his chest, my hands fisting in his shirt as a soft whimper slipped past my lips and into his mouth. The low groan that rumbled out of his chest made my core clench with pure need while heat flooded every inch of my body.
He kissed me like I was already his. Which in my heart, I was…and always had been.
When he finally pulled back enough for us to breathe, he rested his forehead against mine. “You sure, baby?”
I didn’t even have to think about my answer. “Yes.”
That was the only assurance he needed. His mouth crashed back down on mine, hotter than before. The kiss quickly turned urgent, like he was done pretending he could patiently wait for me.
One of his hands stayed tangled in my hair while the other gripped my waist to yank me flush against his muscular body. I could feel every inch of solid chest and tight abs. It was impossible to miss the unmistakable press of his hard-on against my stomach.
My body responded instantly, heat pooling between my thighs, and my nipples tightening against the fabric of my top where they brushed against his chest. Every stroke of his tongue stole my breath, and the low growl vibrating from his chest made me wetter.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands sliding up his chest and fisting his leather vest.
“You need more, baby?” His palms slid under the hem of my shirt, hot against my bare skin as he pushed the fabric up. “You’ll get it.”
I lifted my arms and helped him strip my shirt off and toss it somewhere behind us. My bra followed a second later. The cool air hit my breasts for only a moment before his hands were on them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp and arch into him.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped against my lips. “You’re perfect.”
He backed me against the wall, one thick thigh sliding between mine as he kissed me again. I rocked against him shamelessly, chasing the friction as my breath came in short, needy pants.
I was a little nervous because I knew what we were doing would lead to sex this time, but my need for him drowned everything else out. And he didn’t give me time to worry anyway.
Ares reached down and gripped the backs of my thighs. In one smooth motion, he lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The new position pressed his hardness right against my center, and I whimpered at the pressure.
He carried me like I weighed nothing, his mouth never leaving mine as he moved us through the house. I barely registered the hallway or the turn into his bedroom. All I could focus on was the heat of his body and the strength in his arms.
Ares set me down gently beside his huge bed, but he didn’t step back. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as he looked at me like I was something precious. “Been waiting a damn long time for this, baby.”
“Me, too.” Longer than he knew, but right now wasn’t the time to mention I’d been crushing on him for two years before we met.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, staring at me like he’d never seen anything more beautiful. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Before I could say anything else, his mouth was on mine again.
We barely made it a minute before his leather vest and shirt hit the floor.
But he didn’t give me time to appreciate the broad expanse of his chest, all tanned skin except for the tattoos on his left shoulder and lower stomach, beneath his belly button.
His hands were everywhere as he stripped the rest of my clothes from my body until I stood naked in front of him.
I thanked years of being in front of crowds in nothing but a swimsuit—and the shape I was in from training so many hours per week—for my lack of shyness.
When he laid me out on the center of his bed, I didn’t try to cover myself.
But seeing the stark need on his face, I realized I needed to confess something before we went any further.
I was trembling with need when I whispered, “Ares, I haven’t done this before.”
He froze, his blue eyes flaring with something dark and possessive. His hand flexed on my hip, his fingers digging in just enough to leave a slight mark.
“Good, because this is mine now.” His palm slid over to cup my pussy, leaving no doubt about what he was talking about. “You’re mine.”
The look in his eyes was pure hunger as he knelt between my spread thighs, his hands sliding up the backs of my legs and pushing them wider.
“Gonna make you feel so good before I take you.”
I barely had time to breathe before his mouth was on me.
The first slow drag of his tongue over my center ripped a cry from my throat.
He groaned against my pussy like I tasted better than anything he’d ever had, then circled my clit with devastating precision.
My back arched off the bed, but one of his hands pressed down on my stomach, holding me in place while he devoured me.
“Ares,” I whimpered, my fingers gripping the back of his head.
He explored every inch of my pussy with his tongue and lips, sucking gently on my clit until my legs started shaking.
Then he slid one thick finger inside me, curling it just right.
The stretch burned in the best way. When he added a second and started pumping them slowly, I lost the ability to think.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled against my slick flesh. “Let me feel it.”
The orgasm hit me hard and fast. I cried out his name, my thighs clamping around his head as pleasure crashed through me in heavy waves. He kept licking me through every pulse, drawing out my release until I was trembling and breathless.
But he didn’t stop there. While I was still dazed, he attacked my oversensitive clit with renewed hunger. Two fingers pushed back inside me, thrusting deeper this time.
“Ares, wait. I can’t—” I gasped.
“You can,” he argued. “Give me another one, baby. I want you soaked and shaking before I fuck you.”
His mouth closed over my clit, and he sucked. Then his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside me, and my second orgasm slammed into me even harder than the first. I screamed, my back bowing off the bed, and my vision whiting out as pleasure ripped through every nerve in my body.
Only when I was limp and panting did he finally settle between my thighs and when he felt how wet I was, he rasped, “Wanna take you bare. Feel your wet heat wrapped around my cock without anything between us.”
I twined my arms around his neck. “Then it’s a good thing I’m on the pill.”
“Who the fuck did you go on the pill for?” he asked, his voice edged with tension.
“For training.” I dug my nails into his shoulders, filled with a sense of feminine satisfaction at the flash of jealousy in his eyes. “To time my cycle so that it doesn’t interfere with training or competitions. I’ve never needed it for anything else.”
Masculine satisfaction flared in his eyes before he lowered his head and kissed me hard, like he was sealing the claim.
When he finally pushed inside me, the stretch felt so good I whimpered his name.
Ares groaned like he was in pain, his forehead pressed to mine as he fought to stay gentle. “That’s it. Relax for me, baby.”
He held still, giving me time to adjust until I wiggled my hips. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Thank fuck.” His dick dragged against my inner walls as he pulled back, and it felt so good. But it only got better.
Every thrust pushed me higher until I was clinging to him, lost in the overwhelming feeling of being filled by him.
“You feel so damn good, baby.” He swiveled his hips on the next downward drive. “Your sweet pussy was made to take every inch of my cock. That’s why you waited for me. Because you knew you were mine before we even met.”
“Yes,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders.
My release crashed over me so hard I cried out, my nails digging into his muscles. He followed right after, burying himself deep with a rough groan of my name. “Cecily, fuck yes.”
For a long moment, we just lay there, our bodies tangled as we tried to catch our breath. Then reality started creeping back in.
I needed a second to myself, just a little space to think about what I’d just done. Planning to sit up, I shifted. But I didn’t get far.
Ares’s arm locked around my waist instantly, pulling me back against his chest. He rolled us so my back was flush to his front, one heavy leg thrown over mine, caging me completely.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he murmured against my ear.
“I was just—” I started, but he cut me off with a firm kiss to my shoulder.
“You’re not putting walls up between us now, baby. Not after that.” His arm tightened, his palm spreading possessively over my stomach. “You’re staying right here. Where you belong.”
I melted into him despite myself. There was no denying I’d completely fallen for him.