14
TYRE
The softness of Cecily’s curves pressed flush against me as my mouth crashed down onto hers. I didn’t ease into the kiss, claiming every inch of her mouth until I felt her melt completely against me. Then my hands moved down her sides, tightening on her hips to anchor her in place as she rocked into me. I groaned at the sensation, the heat of her body burning straight through the thin layers of clothing between us.
Her fingers clenched my shirt, and she pulled me even closer, matching my hunger with her own. The quiet room quickly filled with her desperate moans and the faint sounds of our heavy breathing. Every sound she made tightened the need in my core, driving my blood faster and hotter until my cock was painfully hard, straining against the confines of my jeans.
My hands moved slowly over her body, deliberately savoring the delicate curves I loved. I tugged her shirt up inch by slow, torturous inch, breaking our kiss just long enough to peel it off her completely. My mouth dragged along the curve of her jaw and down the slender column of her neck, my teeth scraping softly over the spot where her pulse hammered rapidly beneathher skin. The salty taste of her filled my senses, driving me nearly mad with the urge to taste every inch of her.
“Ares,” she gasped, her voice ragged and edged with need. Her hips rocked insistently against mine, seeking friction. Desperate for more.
“Patience, baby,” I growled against her neck, dragging my mouth lower to tease the sensitive hollow at the base of her throat. “I’m gonna take my damn time with you tonight.”
I unclasped her bra and tossed it aside without hesitation, baring her perfect tits to my hungry gaze. A rough groan escaped my lips as I cupped them in my palms, feeling their warm weight against my skin. She arched into my touch, her breath quickening as I bent down, taking one rigid peak into my mouth, sucking hard, and biting just enough to make her gasp and writhe on my lap.
“You taste so fucking good.” I slid my tongue around the sensitive tip, then switched to the other breast, giving it the same rough attention. Her thighs tightened around me as her fingers gripped my shoulders, and the pleading sounds escaping her lips were the best kind of torture.
My hands slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her leggings. She lifted herself slightly, helping me pull them off, leaving her bare and trembling in my lap. My eyes dropped hungrily over every inch of her exposed skin, lingering before I moved forward, easing her onto her back on the buttery soft leather of the couch. Her hair fanned out around her like a dark-red halo, her flushed skin glowing in the dim lamplight.
Her thighs parted when I settled between them, her gaze fixed heavily on mine as I brushed my mouth along her thigh. Teasing and tasting while I breathed in her intoxicating scent. I didn’t rush until finally I reached her hot, slick center, loving how her eyes filled with desperate need.
My tongue swept through her drenched folds, and I groaned at the feel of her wet heat beneath my mouth. Cecily cried out, her hips lifting to meet me, and her hands clutching desperately at my hair.
“Joder, estás chorreando.”
“Ares! Yes.” Her voice broke beautifully around my name.
My pulse thundered as I teased her, my tongue dragging deliberately over her clit, drawing helpless sounds from her lips.
I slid two fingers deep inside her, curling them rhythmically, feeling her body tighten and respond to each thrust. My mouth didn’t let up, relentless as I feasted on her until she writhed beneath me, her thighs trembling and breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“Please,” she begged for release. “Ares, don’t stop?—”
Not a fucking chance in hell. Instead, I pushed her harder, driving her toward the edge, my fingers moving deeper and faster as I sucked and flicked her sensitive nub. I felt the moment she lost herself completely, her body arching as her cries filled the room, my name spilling from her lips in a desperate plea.
The sound of her climax sent white-hot desire pulsing through me, tightening my body with urgent need. My cock ached, and my jeans felt unbearably tight, but I held myself back.
This was about her right now. Her pleasure and satisfaction.
When she finally eased down, her body flushed and utterly wrecked, I pressed one last kiss against her center and slowly lifted myself. Her breathing was heavy, and her eyes were glazed with satisfaction as she stared up at me.
I didn’t say anything, just slid my arms beneath her, lifted her effortlessly before I headed for the bedroom.
Cecily’s arms stayed looped around my neck, her body soft and flushed against mine while I crossed the room and laid her carefully across the center of the bed. The sheets were still tangled from the night before, carrying the faint scent of hershampoo and sex. My pulse kicked harder at the sight of her stretched out there—her hair spread wildly over my pillows, lips swollen from my mouth, and thighs still trembling faintly from the way I’d just made her come.
Mine.
The thought settled deep in my chest in the best possible way.
I stripped fast, yanking my shirt over my head before shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs. Her eyes followed every movement, lingering openly on my cock, and fuck if that didn’t send heat slamming through me all over again.
“You keep looking at me like that,” I muttered as I climbed onto the bed over her, “and I’m gonna lose what little fucking control I’ve got left.”
Her cheeks turned pink, but she didn’t look away. And fuck if that didn’t just make me harder.
I settled over her, bracing myself on one forearm while my other hand slid down her side, my fingers tracing every curve. I couldn’t get enough of touching her. My mouth followed wherever my hands went—her throat, shoulders, and collarbone. I bit lightly at the soft skin beneath her ear and felt her shiver under me.
“Ares,” she whispered, her fingers dragging through my hair.