“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 hishands 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.