Page 70 of Furious
It isn’t just his perfect body and the way he kisses me. It’s the strange ease between us. The way we’re comfortable even without the need to talk. It’s like Ares sees all of me, including the parts that are too tender and sensitive to be shown to the rest of the world.
When he kisses me, with his lips swollen by the friction with my flesh and my scent on his lips, my body responds to it with an intensity that’s almost scary. He just gave me one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. But the way he tells me how much he wants me makes me throb with need.
“If I don’t get to be inside you, I think I’m gonna explode.” His eyes are like two burning stars, the silver covering the blue in his irises as his gaze moves from my face down the length of my body.
“Oh, no. We don’t want that.” I say, my breath already becoming labored as liquid heat drips down my inner thighs.
Ares scoots off the bed, caressing my calves as if he couldn’t bear to stop touching me, not even for a second. “Let me grab a condom.”
The words tumble out of my mouth before he can walk away. “We can use one if you want to. But I’m covered, I’m on birth control.”
He stops in his tracks, looking at me without saying anything.
“I’ve only been with Lev and Chance.” I add. “They both got tested before the hockey season started. But if you’d rather?—”
“I’m clean too, princess.” He offers, his hands still on my calves. “I haven’t been with anyone in months. And before that, I’ve always used condoms.”
There’s a beat of silence before Ares adds. “I want to feel your skin against mine without any barrier between us.”
“I want that too.” I say softly.
I let out a surprised squeal when Ares doesn’t climb back onto the bed. Instead, he pulls on my calves until my butt is almost hanging off the edge of the mattress.
His big hands grab my hips, lifting me toward his thick, long erection.
“Oh.” I moan when he rubs his hard shaft over the skin of my slit.
It isn’t just my clit that’s throbbing this time, my inner muscles are clenching with need as more wetness makes everything feel warm and slippery.
He thrusts his hips slowly, massaging me with his hard-on. I could come just like this, but I’m dying for more.
“Ares.” I’m not just begging him, there’s some warning in my tone, too. I’m done being teased. I need him too much.
Ares doesn’t make me wait any longer. He lines himself up with my entrance and plunges inside me, sinking all the way to the hilt.
“Oh God.” My voice breaks as my muscles hug him tight.
Our eyes are locked as he holds my thighs at either side of his hips, giving me time to adjust to his invasion.
“You ok, princess?” his voice is a deep scrape, as if he was fighting to keep himself under control.
“Yes.” This feels so right that I don’t have to think about it.
A slow grind of his hips sends a scatter of sensation to all my nerve endings. “You’re so warm, so fucking tight.”
He grinds again, this time a little harder.
My inner muscles respond with a squeeze. “Fuck me, Ares.” I beg him.
The next thrust is hard and deep as he withdraws a little and then surges forward.
It feels so good that I moan my approval, clenching my muscles again.
Ares gets into a rhythm that brings me to the edge faster than I ever thought possible. His hard shaft rubs against all sorts of deliciously sensitive places inside me, but it’s the way his pubic bone hits my skin, causing ripples all the way to my clit that’s my undoing.
My orgasm takes me almost by surprise and while I loved the feeling of my stepbrother’s mouth on me earlier, coming while I feel him inside me takes my pleasure to an unprecedented high.
“Jesus, Zara.” He grunts, pressing into me hard, causing more ripples of pleasure that take my breath away. “You feel so fucking good when you come. I don’t think I can last much longer. I’m gonna come too.”
