Rush (Gods #2)(23)

Then, finally-finally-he takes my bra off, and then it's mouth on skin.

My thighs tighten around him, gripping.

"You're sensitive," he murmurs as he licks my nipple, teeth gently grazing over my skin.

"You're driving me crazy," I tell him.

All the other men I've been with in my life, it's been a quick foreplay fumble and then sex.

Ares seems to be in no rush. Taking his time with me. Getting to know what I like.

I slide my hands under his shirt, desperate to feel him.

He stops what he's doing to me, kneels back, undoes a few buttons on his  shirt, then reaches back, and pulls it over his head, tossing it to the  floor.

Then, he's back on me, skin on skin, and it's heavenly.

My hands roam his broad chest and back while he kisses my neck, nipping  my jaw with his teeth, and then he covers my mouth with his.

His tongue slides against mine, hot and hard, fucking my mouth like I  want him to fuck my body. It feels like a promise of what's to come.

And, boy, do I really want to come.

I'm starting to writhe beneath him, needing more, wanting all of him.

His hand moves between us, fingers firmly sliding over the crotch of my  jeans, pressing right where I need him. The relief of the pressure has  me moaning out loud.

"You want me here, Ari?" he asks in a guttural voice.

"Yes."

"Say it. Tell me exactly what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

I meet his blazing stare. "I want you to make me come."                       
       
           



       

"How?"

He's going to make me say it. I'm not shy, but I'm also not used to  vocalizing what I want. I usually just direct the guys or go with the  flow.

But then I was drunk every time I ever had sex. Even when I lost my virginity, I was drunk.

This is the first time I'll have sex sober. The enormity of it hits me like a freight train.

"It's my first time," I blurt out.

His hand stops moving, his face slackening with shock. "You're a-"

"No! God, no! I mean … " God, this is mortifying. I cover my face with my  hands. "This is the first time I'm having sex sober. All the other  times, I was … " I trail off, not saying the words because he'll know  exactly what I mean.

"Ari."

"Mmhmm?" I reply, not moving my hands from my face.

They're moved for me and pinned to the bed on either side of my head.

"Look at me."

I open one eye, peering up at him. His expression is hot and fierce.

"Both eyes."

I sigh and open the other.

"We don't have to do this yet, if you're not ready. We can wait."

"I don't want to wait. I'm ready." So ready. "But I just realized that I hadn't ever … and what if I'm not very good at it … sober?"

"I don't think that's even remotely possible."

"It's possible to be bad at sex."

"Not with me, it's not."

"Cocky bastard," I utter.

He grins. "Babe, when two people want each other as much as we do,  there's no way the sex can be bad. It's going to be hot." A kiss. "And  explosive." A second kiss. "And it'll feel so very fucking good."

The third time he kisses me, I keep him there, kissing him back hard, sucking on his tongue.

My hands are still pinned to the bed. He starts to thrust against me.  That big, hard cock pressing against my clit through his jeans and mine,  driving me wild.

"I want you," I whisper to him.

"And I want you, babe. Now, tell me how you want me to make you come."

"Your mouth. I want your mouth on me."

He grins wickedly, the promise of something amazing glittering in his eyes.

He releases my hands. His go to the button on my jeans. He drags down  the zipper. The sound is loud in the quiet of my room, like a needle  scratching a record.

He starts to pull my jeans down. I lift my butt, giving him easier access.

My jeans are off.

And I'm in just my panties. He leans down and presses a hot, wet kiss  against my clit through the fabric of my panties, making me moan.

"You're soaked," he groans, his finger drawing a line from my pussy to my clit.

His fingers hook into the elastic of my panties, and he pulls them down  my legs. Then, I'm completely naked for the first time in front of him.

He's kneeling at the bottom of the bed, eyes on me. His cock straining  against the restraint of his jeans. He grabs his dick with his hand and  squeezes. My mouth waters.

I'm not self-conscious about my body. Yoga keeps me fit. But, even if I  were … the way he's looking at me right now would take any doubts away.

He's watching me like he's starving, and I'm his next meal.

"So fucking beautiful." He shakes his head, like he can't believe what he's seeing.

The praise in his words and his eyes light me up inside.

He climbs back up the bed, hands pushing my thighs apart. He leans down,  face close to where I want him most, and he gently blows air onto my  pussy. The sensation of the cold against my hot, aching clit is  thrilling.

I want him so badly.

His eyes lift to mine. "I'm gonna make you come so hard," he growls.  Then, he covers my pussy with his mouth and pushes a finger inside me.

I nearly come up off the bed, but he holds me down with his other hand.

He licks and sucks while he fucks me with his finger, driving me wild.

"Play with your tits."

His hoarse order has me obeying immediately. I roll my nipples between  my fingers, moaning when he slides another finger inside me, two now,  and sucks hard on my clit.

I'm not going to last much longer. It's been too long.

I want to move my hips, but his grip won't permit it.

He's in control here, and he's making sure I know it.

I feel the rise of my orgasm climbing. My toes curl into the bed. One  hand leaves my breast, going to his head between my legs, fingers  tangling in the dark strands. "Yes," I chant. "Yes … right there, Ares.  Don't stop-fuck!" My eyes roll back into my head as the most intense  orgasm of my life hits and keeps going … and going.                       
       
           



       

Ares doesn't stop until I'm lax in my bed, and even then, his fingers stay inside me, slowly working me.

"Jesus," I breathe, opening my eyes, looking at him. "Sweet fucking Jesus."

He laughs deeply, although there's no humor in his eyes. Only desire. Raw fucking passion.

"I want to taste you," I tell him.

And he growls. "I want that, too, but I'm big, baby. This isn't me being  cocky-it's a fact-and you're small and tight. I need you to be ready to  take me, and right now, you're ready." He pushes to his knees, sitting  between my legs, still working his fingers in and out of me.

"I don't care."

"I do. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." And I'm sure of that. I know he won't ever hurt me again.

I push up to sit. His fingers stay inside me. Meeting his mouth, I kiss  him. I can taste myself on him, and usually, that doesn't do anything  for me, but with him, it does. It turns me on even more.

I grab his dick through his jeans and give it a squeeze.

He moans a tortured sound. "You're killing me, babe."

"Can't have you dying on me."

I undo his jeans, dragging the buttons open, and I work his jeans down  his legs. His fingers slip out of me, and he pulls his jeans off the  rest of the way. Then, his boxers follow.

And, sweet Lord, he's naked in front of me. Big cock jutting up, straining toward his rock-hard stomach.

His body is insane.

I've seen men's bodies like this in magazines and in movies but never in  real life. He has muscles in places I didn't even know you could have  them.

All that football and working out have clearly paid off.

And I'm currently getting to reap the rewards.

I have never wanted a man more or been as desperate to touch as I am with him right now.

"You're beautiful," I tell him, my eyes lifting to meet his.

Unnamed emotion flickers across his face.

I move up onto my knees to him. My hand on his chest, I run my fingers  across the ridges of his body, like I'm tracing a map down to the  promised land.

He cups my chin in his hand and kisses me deeply.

I wrap my small hand around his huge dick. He's hot and hard, like  nothing I've ever felt before. I give a firm squeeze. He groans that  tortured sound again into my mouth.

I break away from his kiss.

The way he's looking at me … it's intense. Hungry.

No one has ever looked at me this way before.

Like they see only me.

I lower my head and take his dick in my mouth, sucking the tip.

A hot breath shudders out of him. "Jesus, Ari."

I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, moving it up and down, as I  take more of him in my mouth and start to work him over. Licking and  sucking. I taste his salty pre-cum on my tongue, and it spurs me on  further.

I want to make him feel as good as he just made me feel.