I walked back to class, my mind racing with thoughts of Ares. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but at the same time, I found myself craving more of his touch. I wanted to feel his hands on me again, to hear his voice commanding me, and I knew that I would do anything to make that happen.
Over the next few days, I found myself seeking him out. I would watch him from afar, my heart pounding in my chest, and I would imagine what it would be like to be with him again. I knew that it was wrong and that I should be focusing on my studies, but I couldn't help it. I was addicted to him, and I didn't know how to break free.
One day, as I was leaving school, I saw him waiting for me. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, and He looked like a real Greek god, Ares. I felt my heart skip a beat as I approached him, and I could feel my body responding to his presence.
"Hey," he said, his voice low and husky.
"Hey," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I've been thinking about you," he said, his eyes meeting mine.
"I've been thinking about you too," I admitted, feeling my cheeks flush.
He smirked, his hand finding my chin, and he tilted my head up. "Good," he said, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. "Because I have plans for you."
And with that, he led me to his car, and we drove off into the sunset. I didn't know where we were going, or what was going to happen, but I didn't care. I was with him, and that was all that mattered.
As we drove, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I knew that I was taking a risk, that I was playing with fire, but I didn't care.
I couldn't help but steal glances at Ares. He looked so confident and in control, and I found myself getting more and more turned on by the second. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel his skin beneath my fingers, but I didn't want to ruin the moment.
"So, where are we going?" I asked, trying to break the silence.
"You'll see," he said, his eyes fixed on the road. "But I promise you, it's somewhere special."
I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement building inside of me. I had no idea where we were going, or what was going to happen, but I trusted him. I knew that he would never hurt me, and that he would always take care of me.
We drove for what felt like hours, the scenery outside the window changing from city to countryside. I watched as the buildings gave way to trees and fields, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. It was like we were leaving the real world behind, and entering a place where anything was possible.
Finally, we arrived at our destination. It was a small cabin, nestled in the woods, and it looked like something out of a fairy tale. I could see a small stream running nearby, and the sound of birds chirping filled the air.
"This is it," Ares said, his voice filled with pride. "Our own little slice of heaven."
I looked up at him, my eyes wide with wonder, and he smiled. "Come on," he said, taking my hand. "Let me show you around."
As he led me inside, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. The cabin was small, but it was cozy and inviting. There was a small fireplace in the corner, and a bed that looked like it was made for two.
"This is amazing," I said, my voice filled with wonder.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, his voice low and husky. "Because I brought you here for a reason."
I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest, and he leaned down and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it was filled with so much passion and desire that I felt like I was going to explode.
"I want you," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. "And I want you to know that you're safe here. You can be yourself, and you don't have to be afraid."
I nodded, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I had never felt so accepted, so loved, and I knew in that moment that I was truly in love with Ares.
"I love you," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled, his eyes filling with warmth and love. "I love you too," he said, his hand finding mine. "And I promise you, I'm never going to let you go."
And with that, he led me to the bed, and we made love. It was slow and passionate, and it was everything I had ever dreamed of. I knew that I was where I belonged, and that I had found my home in his arms.
As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that I was safe, that I was loved, and that I had found my true self. And I knew that, no matter what happened, I would always be by Ares' side, and that he would always be by mine.
As we lay in bed, our bodies entwined, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. I had never felt so safe, so loved, and so accepted. It was like I had found a missing piece of myself, and I never wanted to let it go.
"This is perfect," I whispered, my head resting on Ares' chest.
"It is," he agreed, his hand running through my hair. "And I never want it to end."
I looked up at him, my eyes filled with love, and he smiled. "I mean it," he said. "I want to be with you, always. I want to wake up next to you every morning, and fall asleep in your arms every night."
I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I nodded. "I want that too," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "I love you, Ares. And I never want to be without you."
He leaned down and kissed me, his lips soft and gentle. "You'll never have to be," he whispered. "I promise you, I'm never going to let you go."
As we lay there, our bodies wrapped around each other, I couldn't help but feel like I was exactly where I was meant to be. It was like I had found my home, my safe haven, and I never wanted to leave.
"I love you," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.
"I love you too," he replied, his hand finding mine. "And I always will."
And with those words, I knew that I had found my forever. I had found my soulmate, my partner, and my best friend. And I knew that, no matter what happened, I would always be by his side, and he would always be by mine.
Ares, a man of imposing stature, was the epitome of masculinity. His eyes, a deep shade of obsidian, held a smouldering intensity that made my heart pound in my chest. They were eyes that spoke volumes of his hunger, his need, and his unbridled desire for me.
As we stood there, our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his hardness pressing against my thighs. It was a sensation that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins, igniting a fire within me that yearned for more.
Ares began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator teasing its prey. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a chiselled torso that was a testament to his discipline and dedication. His abs were a work of art, each muscle defined and sculpted to perfection. They rippled under his skin as he moved, creating a mesmerizing display of strength and power.
His biceps were massive, bulging with every flex of his arms. They were the kind of arms that made you feel safe, the kind that promised protection and strength. His skin was a warm bronze, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that only served to highlight his muscular physique.
But it was his V-line and happy trail that truly captivated me. The way they led my eyes downwards, hinting at what was hidden beneath his pants, was intoxicating. It was a sight that made my breath hitch in my throat, my heart pound in my chest, and my body ache for his touch.
Ares turned his attention to me, his eyes darkening with desire as they roamed over my body. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my skin as he slowly pulled off my shirt. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine as he revealed my tiny waist.
His hands moved to my waist, his touch hot and possessive. He traced the curve of my waist with his fingers, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He leaned in, his lips pressing hot kisses against my skin. Each kiss was a promise, a vow of the pleasure that was yet to come. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a moment where time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in each other.
Kneeling before Ares, I found myself face to face with his bulging crotch. The scent of his arousal filled my nostrils, a hot, musky aroma that made my mouth water in anticipation. It was a scent that was uniquely his, a scent that I had come to crave.
I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste the fabric of his pants. The wetness of my tongue seeped through the material, creating a dark patch that outlined his erection. I could feel the heat radiating from his bulge, the hardness that was straining against the confines of his pants.
With trembling fingers, I reached up and unzipped his pants. His boxers were the only barrier left between me and his manhood. I could see the outline of his dick, long and horizontal, begging to be released. I played with his bulge, my fingers tracing the length of his shaft through the thin fabric.
Slowly, I pulled down his boxers, freeing his dick. It sprang up, standing vertically on my face. I could feel the heat of it against my skin, the throbbing pulse that echoed the rhythm of his heartbeat. I took a moment to appreciate the sight before me, to revel in the power I held in my hands.
Ares let out a low groan, his hand reaching out to tangle in my hair. I could feel his fingers tightening, guiding my head closer to his dick. I could sense his anticipation, his need. It was a heady feeling, one that made me feel wanted and desired.
Suddenly, Ares stepped back, his dick slipping away from my face. I looked up at him, confusion clear in my eyes. But before I could voice my question, he brought his thumb to my lips. I opened my mouth obediently, my tongue swirling around his thumb as I sucked on it.
The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of salt and musk that made my body ache for more. I sucked on his thumb slowly, savoring the taste, the feel of him in my mouth. But all too soon, he pulled his thumb out, leaving me feeling empty and wanting.
Before I could protest, Ares slapped me, the sound echoing in the room. The sting of his slap was quickly replaced by a throbbing heat, a reminder of his dominance. I opened my mouth in surprise, only for Ares to take advantage of the opportunity.
He quickly thrust his dick into my mouth, filling me up in a way his thumb never could. I could taste him, feel him, his dick pulsing against my tongue. It was a moment of pure submission, a moment where I was completely at his mercy. And as I looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire, I knew that this was exactly where I wanted to be.
As Ares fucks my mouth, he looks down at me with a smouldering gaze. "You look so fucking hot with my dick in your mouth," he growls, his voice low and husky. "I love seeing you on your knees, willing and eager to please me."
My tongue's swirling around the head before moving down the shaft. I could taste the salty precum, the tangy evidence of his arousal. It was a taste that I craved, a taste that made me want more.
He grabs a handful of my hair, guiding my head as he thrusts deeper into my mouth. "That's it, take it all in," he commands, his grip tightening. "I'm going to fuck this mouth until I cum, and you're going to swallow every last drop."
Ares pulls his dick out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air and feeling empty and wanting. But before I can catch my breath, he slaps me with it, the sound echoing in the room. "You like that, don't you?" he says, his voice dripping with desire. "You like it when I use you when I treat you like my personal fuck toy." The sting of the slap was quickly replaced by a throbbing heat, a reminder of his dominance.
He thrusts his dick back into my mouth, pushing it straight to the back of my throat. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to feel me for days," he promises, his movements rough and unapologetic. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you're going to see stars." I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, making me gag. But I didn't fight it, instead, I relaxed my throat, allowing him to go deeper.
As Ares continues to fuck my mouth, his dirty talk becomes more intense, more filthy. "I'm going to bend you over and fuck you raw," he says, his voice filled with raw need. "I'm going to make you beg for more, make you beg for my dick."
His movements were rough and unapologetic. Each thrust was a claim, a declaration of his dominance. I could feel my eyes watering, my jaw aching, but I didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing him, making him feel good.
His words send a shiver down my spine, fueling my arousal. I can feel my own dick hardening, straining against the confines of my pants. But I ignore it, focusing all my attention on Ares, on his pleasure.
"I'm going to cum all over your face," Ares growls, his movements becoming more erratic. "I'm going to mark you as mine, make sure everyone knows who you belong to."
As Ares' dirty talk fills the room, I find myself lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure. All that matters is pleasing him, making him feel good. And as I look up at him, his eyes dark with desire, I know that this is exactly where I want to be.
As we lay there, our bodies covered in sweat, I knew that I had found my forever. I had found my soulmate, my partner, and my best friend. And I knew that, no matter what happened, I would always be by his side, and he would always be by mine.
As Ares' dick throbs in my mouth, I can feel him getting closer to the edge. His movements become more erratic, his grip on my hair tighter. And then, with a low groan, he comes, filling my mouth with his hot, salty cum.
I swallow every last drop, savoring the taste of him. As he pulls his dick out of my mouth, I look up at him, my eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire.
Without a word, Ares scoops me up into his strong arms, carrying me over to the bed. He throws me down, his eyes dark with desire as he crawls up my body.
Starting at my feet, he kisses his way up to my knees, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands roam over my body, exploring every inch of me. I can feel his dick pressing against my ass, hard and ready.
Ares continues his journey up my body, his kisses becoming more insistent as he moves from my knees to my thighs, from my thighs to my stomach. His tongue dips into my belly button, making me squirm beneath him.
As he reaches my chest, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it until it hardens. His hands move to my boxers, pulling them down slowly, revealing my hard dick.
Ares continues to kiss his way up my body, his lips moving from my nipples to my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. When he reaches my mouth, he claims it in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth, exploring every inch of it.
Our kiss is heavy, filled with raw need and desire. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Ares' left-hand moves to my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin. His right-hand moves to my cheek, holding my face as he kisses me.
I can feel his dick pressing against my ass, hard and insistent. My legs spread wider, inviting him in. As we continue to kiss, I know that this is just the beginning, that there's so much more to come. And as Ares' body presses against mine, I know that this is exactly where I want to be.
As Ares continues to kiss me, his dirty talk starts up again. "Brainy, I know you love this," he growls, his voice low and husky. Yes, I do love this.
"You won't be walking for days."
His lips move to my neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. I can feel his teeth scraping against my skin, leaving hickeys in their wake. Each hickey is a claim, a reminder of his dominance.
Suddenly, without warning, Ares thrusts his dick inside me. I scream, the sudden intrusion catching me off guard. But Ares doesn't stop, doesn't even pause. Instead, he continues to thrust into me, his movements rough and unapologetic.
"That's it, scream my name," he commands, his voice filled with raw need. "No one can hear us, no one can save you. You're mine, and I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want with you."
As Ares continues to fuck me, his dirty talk becomes more intense, more filthy. Each word sends a shiver down my spine, fueling my arousal. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body tensing up as I prepare to cum.
Ares' thrusts become more erratic, his grip on my body tightening. I can feel him getting closer, his dick throbbing inside me. And then, with a low groan, he comes, filling me up with his hot, salty cum.
As Ares collapses on top of me, I can feel his heart beating against mine, our bodies slick with sweat. And as I look up at him, his eyes dark with satisfaction, I know that this is exactly where I want to be.
As I catch my breath, Ares pulls out of me, his dick slick with cum. "On your hands and knees," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I do as he says, arching my back as I present myself to him. Ares places his foot on my head, using it to push me down, to assert his dominance. I can smell the musky scent of his foot, and it turns me on even more.
With one swift movement, Ares thrusts his dick back inside me, making me moan with pleasure. He begins to fuck me hard, his movements rough and unapologetic. Each thrust is accompanied by a slap to my ass, the sound echoing in the room.
I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my body tensing up as I prepare to cum. But Ares doesn't let up, doesn't give me a moment's reprieve. Instead, he continues to fuck me harder, his grip on my waist tightening.
"You like it rough, don't you?" he growls, his voice filled with raw need. "You like it when I use you, when I treat you like my personal fuck toy."
I can only moan in response, my body on fire with pleasure. Ares continues to fuck me, his movements becoming more erratic as he gets closer to the edge.
With a final thrust, Ares comes, filling me up with his hot, salty cum. We both moan, our bodies shuddering with pleasure. As Ares pulls out of me, I collapse onto the bed, spent.
But even as I lay there, panting and sweaty, I know that this isn't the end. There's so much more to come, so much more pleasure to be had. And as I look up at Ares, his eyes dark with satisfaction, I know that this is exactly where I want to be.
GOD, HE MAKE MY MIND GO DIZZY. I CAN'T EVEN THINK.
Our bodies wrapped around each other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. I was nestled in Ares' arms, my head resting on his chest, and I could hear the steady beat of his heart.
My ass is covered with his cum.
I thought for a moment, trying to put my thoughts into words. "I was just thinking about how much things have changed between us," I said. "I never thought that we would be here, like this."
He nodded, his hand finding mine. "I know what you mean," he said. "I never thought that I would see you in this way, that I would feel this way about you."
I looked up at him, my eyes filled with tears. "I never thought that I would see this side of you," I whispered. "The side that's loving, and kind, and gentle."
He looked down at me, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm so sorry for the way that I treated you in the past," he said. "I never should have hurt you or humiliated you. I was just so lost, and angry, and confused."
I nodded, feeling a sense of understanding wash over me. It was true. Ares had been through a lot in his life, and he had taken his pain out on me. But now, he was different. He was kinder, gentler, and more loving.
"I forgive you," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. "And I'm grateful for everything that we've been through because it led us here."
He smiled, his eyes filling with warmth and love. "I'm grateful for everything that we've been through too," he said. "Because it led us here, to this moment, and to each other."
As we lay there, our bodies wrapped around each other, I couldn't help but feel like I was exactly where I was meant to be. It was like I had found my home, my safe haven, and I never wanted to leave.
"I love you," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.
"I love you too," he replied, his hand finding mine. "And I always will."
And with those words, the 4 words. I love you too. I felt my heart skip a beat and knew deep in my soul that he was the one for me.
He is asleep.
I'm feeling Ares' body wrapped around mine, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. Despite the discomfort of his growing erection pressing against my ass, I felt safe and loved in his arms.
But as the minutes ticked by, I found myself growing more and more restless. I tried to shift my position, to find a more comfortable way to sleep, but Ares' arms were wrapped tightly around me, holding me in place.
I let out a soft sigh, feeling a sense of frustration building inside of me. I didn't want to wake him up, but I also didn't want to spend the entire night trapped in this position.
As I lay there, trying to figure out what to do, I felt Ares' body stir behind me. He let out a soft moan, his hips thrusting forward, and I could feel his erection pressing against me even more.
I knew that he was having a wet dream, and as much as I wanted to let him enjoy it, I also knew that I needed to get some sleep. I gently tried to wriggle out of his grasp, hoping that he would loosen his hold on me.
But as I moved, Ares' arms tightened around me, pulling me even closer. I let out a soft gasp, feeling his erection pressing against me even more, and I knew that I needed to do something.
"Ares," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Ares, wake up."
He let out a soft moan, his body still moving behind me, and I knew that he was still deep in his dream.
"Ares, please," I whispered, my voice filled with urgency. "I need to move. I can't sleep like this."
Slowly, I felt him stir behind me, his body stilling as he woke up. He let out a soft groan, his arms loosening around me, and I knew that he was finally awake.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with sleep. "I didn't mean to hold you so tight."
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "It's okay," I whispered. "I just needed to move."
He nodded, his arms still wrapped around me, and I knew that he was still half-asleep. But as I settled back into his embrace, feeling his body pressed against mine, I knew that I was exactly where I wanted to be.
And with that thought, I closed my eyes, feeling myself drift off to sleep, wrapped in the arms of the man that I loved.
My phone buzzes with a notification. I glance at the screen, my heart skipping a beat when I see Lucifer's name. "You got my note?" the message reads, followed by a winking emoji.
I stare at the screen, my mind racing. Why is Lucifer texting me right now? I never told him about my school or my locker.
I quickly type out a response, trying to keep my tone casual. "Yes..? And how...? I never told you about my school and locker?"
Lucifer's response comes almost immediately. "Well first I'm attending there and second I asked Neuvi for your locker."
I feel a pang of unease, a sense of foreboding. Of course, there's going to be drama. Ares and Lucifer are like oil and water, always at odds with each other. And now, with Lucifer attending my school, it's only a matter of time before they clash.
I glance over at Ares, his body relaxed in sleep. I am torn between wanting to keep this moment forever and revealing the secret that I've been keeping. Though I'm hesitant to wake him, I know that I can't keep it hidden for much longer. Lucifer is like a dog with a bone, he won't let it go until he gets what he wants.
With a sigh, I turn off my phone, pushing the thoughts of Lucifer and drama to the back of my mind. For now, I want to enjoy this moment, this feeling of being safe and loved in Ares' arms. The rest can wait until tomorrow.
He texted again.
I do not want to check it.
I went to sleep.