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Rush (Gods #2)(24)

By:Samantha Towle

His fingers tangle in my hair. The other hand teases my nipple, rolling and pinching.

I moan around his dick, and his hips jerk forward a little, giving me more of him.

"Fuck, Ari … that feels so fucking good."

I take my hand off his dick and place both hands on his hips. I stop  moving, his cock still in my mouth, and I stare up at him, telling him  with my eyes to fuck my mouth.

His gaze is pinned on me. He gathers my hair back from my face, holding  it with his hand, and then he starts to move his hips back and forth,  fucking my mouth.

"Shit … this feels so good … too good." He's still pumping his cock in and  out. "I need to stop." He pulls out of my mouth. "Get on your fucking  hands and knees-now, Ari."

Holy shit. Bossy Ares is here, and I like him a lot.

I scramble onto my hands and knees.

He grabs his wallet from my nightstand and gets out a condom.

I hear the rip of foil. Then, he's behind me.

The next thing I expect to feel is his cock. So, color me surprised when  I feel the hot breath of his mouth on my pussy. From behind me, his  tongue pushes inside me, his thick finger pressing down on my clit.

"You'll come for me again." It's not a request, but I'm more than happy to fulfill it.

My limbs are like jelly. I'm barely able to stay upright as he fucks me with his tongue. A blunt, rough finger teases my clit.

I'm coming apart in no time. Shuddering around his mouth. This orgasm just as explosive as the first.

When I can manage, I lift my head, staring back at him.

He's kneeling behind me. Cock in hand. "Are you ready for me?"

"Yes."

He smooths a hand over my ass as he positions his cock at my entrance.

I feel the first push as the head of his cock enters me, spreading me.                       
       
           



       

"You okay?" he checks, his voice sounding strained.

"Keep going," I rasp out.

And he does. Pushing each thick inch inside me until I'm full of him.

He's everywhere. In me, on me. And it's everything I could ever want.

Big hands grip my hips as he pulls back out and slowly thrusts back in.

"Harder," I tell him.

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't. I need you. Please."

His resolve must snap because he pulls out and slams back in. The feel  of his cock and the delicious sound and feel of his skin slapping mine  have me crying out in ecstasy.

"More," I beg.

And he gives me what I want. He fucks me hard, and it's primal. The sound of his raw, guttural grunts behind me drives me on.

"So fucking sexy," he rasps. "I could fuck you all night."

"Yes. Don't stop."

My arms give out on me, my chest lowering to the bed. Ares pushes my ass  down, so I'm lying flat on the bed, and he starts to pump in and out of  me from behind. The angle is delicious, hitting me right where I need  him to.

Although he doesn't stay there for long. He pulls out of me, and I'm being turned over and lifted. Up into his kneeling lap.

"Ride me," he orders.

I lower myself down onto his cock. The position putting us face-to-face.

God, he's so beautiful.

I wrap my arms around his neck. His come around my body, grabbing my ass, as I start to ride him.

His eyes are so intense on mine; it's hard to look at him, the emotions  I'm feeling for this man swirling inside me like a building tornado.

Needing to break the connection, I close my eyes and kiss him, riding  him hard and fast in short, shallow movements. The edge of his dick  dragging across my clit.

"That's it, baby. Ride me hard." His hand slaps my ass cheek.

Fuck, that's hot.

Wanting him to do it again, I ride him harder and faster.

"You like my hands on your ass?" he growls.

"Yes," I breathe.

He slaps the other cheek, making me moan.

"My dirty girl." He bites my lower lip, sinking his teeth into it before licking away the sting.

I move, wrapping my legs around his back, and he takes over, grabbing my  ass, lifting me on and off his cock, fucking himself with me.

"Rub your clit," he tells me. "I want to see you touching yourself."

I lower my hand between us and run my fingers over my swollen clit.

"Fuck yeah, baby, that's it," he rumbles. "Get yourself off." He lowers his head, taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking.

I'm overwhelmed with sensation. Full of him. With him. Wanting more.  Having enough. My mind is a jumble of feelings and emotions.

"Are you close?" he asks. "I won't come without you."

"Yes," I pant. "I'm nearly there."

I rub myself harder as he continues to fuck me.

The orgasm hits me just as hard as the other two, making me scream his name.

Then, I'm moving onto my back, and he's fucking me hard with his cock and tongue. Owning me. Telling me that I'm his.

"Ari," he groans against my mouth. "I'm coming, baby." His body tenses  as the first wave hits him. Hips jerking against mine as he rides his  orgasm out inside me.

We're both panting, trying to catch our breaths as we come down from the most intense sexual experience I have ever had.

His lips find mine, softly kissing me. "You okay?"

"Is that a trick question?" I reply, and he chuckles. "It was … wow,  Ares … just … wow. Three orgasms. I didn't even know that was possible.  Seems sober sex is the best sex. Or maybe it's just sex with you."

He brushes my hair back from my face, staring into my eyes. "I'd say both. I'm pretty fucking awesome in the sack."

I can't even argue with him on that. So, I just pinch his ass instead, making him chuckle.

"But, seriously," he adds, "I'm really fucking glad that it was me you chose to be with the first time … since getting sober."

I lift my head and press my mouth to his. "Me, too."





We're lying in bed after getting cleaned up. Both naked, wrapped up  together. How the hell I'm ever going to sleep with him next to me, I'll  never know.

"I'm glad you're here." I press a kiss to his chest.

"I'm glad I'm here, too. And, just to warn you, it's highly likely that  I'll wake up during the night, horny, and want to bang you again."

"Who needs sleep?" I shrug, and he laughs, giving my ass a squeeze.                       
       
           



       

I lay my head on his chest, listening to the gentle thrum of his heart, running my fingers through the hairs on his chest.

I can't believe I'm here … that we're here.

Especially after the way we started. Hate at first sight-on his part anyway.

"Can I ask you something?" I lift my head and rest my chin on my hand.

"You can ask me anything."

"When did you … change your mind about me? I mean, when did you start to see me in a different light?"

"You mean, when did I realize that I was into you?"

"Yeah."

"In a way, I always knew. The first time I saw you, I swear, I thought  I'd won the fucking lottery. Here was this half-naked chick, soaking wet  and bent over, in the locker room-total fantasy moment right there,  babe-and then you turned around and knocked me on my ass. You were so  the opposite of what I usually went for, but I thought you were the  hottest chick I'd ever seen."

"Sure you did." I roll my eyes.

He grasps my chin in his hand. "Believe it." Then, he firmly kisses me  before letting me go. "You're hot, Ari. Even when I was being an  asshole, I always thought that. I can't tell you how many times I jerked  off in the shower over you."

"I can't believe you just said that." I laugh. Although the thought of him getting off to me in the shower is totally hot.

"It's true. Even when I was telling myself I hated you, I was still  tugging one out over you. There were all kinds of hate-sex scenarios  going on up here." He taps a finger to his head.

"We should totally try them out."

"Role-play hate sex? I'm down for that." He grins.

"So, when did things change for you? Your feelings … about me. I know how  you feel about alcoholics … and I'm still one. I guess I just can't figure  out what changed."

His expression turns serious. "It was never about you. I was projecting  my shit onto you. I hate that I did that." He runs a hand over his face.  "Full disclosure?"

"Always."

"My dad's an alcoholic. Currently sober. It's the longest he's lasted.  But, after his multiple rehab attempts, I'm not holding my breath."

"I figured that you'd been around a drinker. I'm sorry that it's your dad. That's … gotta be hard."

"Yeah." He sighs. "He wasn't always a drinker. Once upon a time, he was a  decent dad. Yeah, he liked to have a drink, like the next person. Then,  my mom got cancer. After she died, his drinking intensified. He just  gave up. So, it was down to Zeus and me to keep things together. Zeus  boxed and worked a factory job to earn money. I took care of Lo and  Missy. And cleaned up after my dad. It was Zeus who put me through  college."