He murmurs in my ear, "Your heart is going to burst."
Licking my lips, I said, "The alcohol must be to blame."
My ear is touched by Ares' lips. It's not, I assure you.
He approaches my earlobe and starts giving me wet kisses on the neck.
His lips touching that delicate area of my body causes my legs to tremble. Did you find it enjoyable?
I'm baffled by his query. "What?"
"Leaving me in a horny mood?"
His scathing words make me gasp. His hand presses me even closer to him as it descends from my chest to my hip as if to emphasize his point. I realize how hard he is at that point. I should run away from him, but he keeps biting into the skin of my neck with his tongue, lips, and teeth, which makes me crazy.
Raquel, don't give in to his trap.
I muttered, "I know you just want revenge," hoping that he would give up.
"Revenge"? He again touches my breasts with his hand while grinning into my skin, but this time he does so shamelessly. In his arms, I tremble.
A boy has never touched me in that way before.
I say, biting my lip to contain my groan, "I know that's what you want."
"I don't want that, at all."
What do you want, then?
His fingers draw a line down my stomach as his hand departs from my breasts. When his hand reaches between my legs, I squeak. I want this, that's what.
That's very clear, I see.
My dress' edge is taken by Ares, who slowly and painfully slides it up. My heart has already survived two heart attacks. Why I'm allowing him to touch me in this manner once more is beyond me. Or perhaps I do, given that I've always felt an odd attraction to him. His stoic demeanor and icy eyes have drawn my attention ever since I first saw him playing soccer in his backyard when we were young. Even though he was still a young child, there was something enigmatic about him that compelled me to learn more and try to get him to smile instead of maintaining his glum expression. I still desire to see him more frequently. I desire him all.
As Ares places his hand under my dress and moves his fingers up and down over my underwear, I let out a small murmur of denial. I start to unconsciously move my hips back toward him as he slowly torments me, wanting him to be pressed up against me. The sexiest sound I've ever heard in my life is Ares' soft growl.
"Raquel, through your panties I can feel how wet you are."
The pressure in my stomach increases as he pronounces my name. To stop myself from groaning, I'm gnawing on my lower lip so forcefully that I fear bleeding. Slowly, up and down, in circles, his torture continues. More is needed.
More is what I want.
"Ares."
"Yes?" The way he said yes is no longer familiar to his robotic, icy voice. His breathing is erratic, and it is guttural. Would you like me to touch you there?
I hesitantly respond, "Yes."
Ares obediently moves my underwear aside, and I tremble and arch my back as soon as his fingers touch my skin.
He groans in my ear, "Oh God, Raquel." "You're so ready for me, you are so wet."
My eyes rolled back as a result of his fingers' magical work. Where the hell did he pick that up? My body is overflowing with delectable, addictive sensations, and my breathing is erratic. My heart no longer beats normally. I'm powerless to stop and never will. He becomes harder as a result of my hips moving even more against him.
I'll spread those pretty legs out and fuck you so hard that I have to cover your mouth to stop you from moaning if you keep moving that way and making fun of me.
My body is on fire because of his words. His body is pressed against mine, his fingers are still moving inside of me, and his mouth is still on my neck.
"I can no longer take it." He slipped his hands inside my underwear, and as soon as he did, my self-control was gone.
He seems to be aware that I am on the verge of an orgasm because he moves his fingers more quickly. My body trembles in anticipation as I can feel it coming up and down.
"Ares! God, oh God! I'm nothing more than delicious sensations.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes!" I'm on the verge of having an orgasm as I groan uncontrollably. "Oh my God, I'm yours!"
"It's all mine!"
"Yes!" It's all yours! "
Ares covers my mouth with his free hand as my entire body erupts into tingling sensations that electrify me and make me groan so loudly. The results I've had by touching myself are not comparable to this. I'm shaken and disarmed by this orgasm.
Ares removes his hand from my underwear and opens my mouth. The next sound I hear is the sound of plastic ripping as he slightly moves away from me.
Is that a condom? Then his pants zipper made a noise. In a fit of panic, I turn to face him. But even a century of life couldn't have prepared me for this: half-naked on my bed, blushing, with his stunning blue eyes lustfully gazing back at me. As I watch him put on the condom, I can confirm that Ares is absolutely perfect as my searching eyes move down his abs to the forbidden area I've already felt so strongly but haven't seen.
I sigh heavily while scowling.
What's wrong, exactly? I'm drawn to him as he asks.
Well... I've never done this before and I panicked because I felt your big friend just some moments ago was against me thankfully i didn't say the last part out loud.
"Mmm, I..." I'm not interested. My throat begins to dry up as I swallow.
What the hell happened to all of my saliva?
My mind responds, "You lost it when you were wailing uncontrollably in Ares' arms."
Ares furrows his brow. You don't want us to have sex, do you?
How straightforward. "I."
We both understand how wet and ready you are for me, Raquel.
"I apologize."
Ares strokes himself while encircling his hand. "Raquel, leaving me in this situation is beyond cruel."
Should I do something back? Does he mean to imply that? And why does that turn on me so much? Is it the thought of me touching him? Feeling him? However, I have never in my life touched a boy.
I instinctively reach out to him with a trembling hand. Ares plays with the piercing in his red, provocative lips as he stalks me like a predator.
I feel a little more secure knowing that we have already crossed the intimacy barrier because he is so close and naked after I allowed him to give me the best orgasm of my life.
Ares closes his eyes and clenches his teeth into his lower lip as soon as my hand touches his hardness, ripping any doubts from my mind.
The sexiest thing I've ever witnessed in my life was watching him tremble like that and tighten his stomach muscles as I move my hand.
"Shit!" He mumbles while placing his hand on mine and quickening the motion. "Raquel, do you know what I'm picturing?"
The rubbing between my legs makes me want to feel his fingers there once more as I move them together. "No, tell me?"
When he opens his eyes, I can see that desire is present. How wonderful being inside of you must feel. As you scream my name, I picture you under me, your legs encircling my hips, making you mine.
Oh my goodness, I had no idea that words could be so enticing.
I carry on the quick rhythm he demonstrated to me as his hand is released. After giving my breasts a passionate massage, he quickly closes his eyes while yelling profanities. Ares comes into my hand while grunting and groaning, his abdomen contracting as do the muscles in his arms.
Our chests are rising and falling in unison as we both breathe quickly.
I say, covering my hand, "I have to use the restroom."
I lock myself in the bathroom and flee for my life. After washing my hands, I turn to face the mirror and examine myself. What the heck just happened? I hushedly ask myself.
I find it hard to believe. Right next to his sleeping brother, Ares and I just had some pretty good orgasms. I'm grateful that my bed is big enough to keep us and Apolo far apart while everything was going on. Apolo!
I indicate the mirror's reflection of me. What happened to my innocent self, and who are you?
Perhaps an innocent self never existed.
I make the decision to confront the Greek god after regaining my composure and morals.