I lay in bed, my mind racing as I try to decide what to do. On one hand, I want to stay in this fantasy with Ares, to enjoy the moment and forget about the rest of the world. But on the other hand, I know that I can't ignore the missed calls from my family and friends forever.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. Maybe I should just check the message from Lucifer first, see what he wants. It's not like I have to respond right away.
With a sense of trepidation, I click on the message, my heart pounding in my chest. But as I read the words on the screen, my fears are put to rest. It's just a simple message, asking if I want to hang out later.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, my body relaxing. Maybe this day won't be so bad after all.
Just then, the door to the bedroom opens, revealing Ares standing there in all his glory. He's wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, his muscular chest and abs on full display.
My heart skips a beat as I take in the sight before me. God, he's so fucking hot.
"Good morning, Briany," he says, his voice deep and husky.
I feel a blush creep up my cheeks as I return his greeting. "Good morning," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ares smirks, a knowing look in his eyes. "So," he says, his voice taking on a teasing tone, "do you want your underwear back?"
I roll my eyes, but I can't help but laugh. "Yes, please," I say, my voice laced with sarcasm.
Ares chuckles, walking over to the bed and handing me my underwear. "Here you go," he says, his voice still teasing.
I take the underwear from him, my fingers brushing against his hand. A jolt of electricity runs through me at the touch, making me gasp.
Ares' eyes darken, his gaze intense as he looks at me. "You know," he says, his voice low and husky, "we don't have to leave this bed if you don't want to."
I feel a shiver run down my spine at his words, my body responding to his touch. But as much as I want to stay in bed with him, I know that I can't ignore the missed calls forever.
"As much as I'd love to," I say, my voice taking on a more serious tone, "I really need to call my family and friends back. They're probably worried sick."
Ares nods, understanding in his eyes. "I understand," he says, his voice gentle. "I'll make us some breakfast while you do that."
I smile, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you," I say, my voice soft.
Ares leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "Yeah, whatever" he murmurs against my mouth.
Oh? His real personality came back?
As he pulls away, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me.
"Can you walk?" He said.
"Well kinda...? I don't know. I don't even feel my legs"
I couldn't help but blush as he effortlessly lifted me up and carried me to the kitchen. He set me down in the chair, I couldn't help but admire his strong physique. I could feel my heart racing as I looked at him, and I had to remind myself to breathe.
"Stay there," he commanded, his voice still cold. "I'll make us some breakfast."
I nodded, watching as he moved around the kitchen with an easy grace.
I can't help but feel a little disappointed that his mean streak is back. But at the same time, I can't deny the fact that I love being treated like a princess by him.
He starts to cook something, his movements quick and efficient. I watch him, admiring the way his muscles move under his skin as he chops vegetables and stirs something on the stove.
After a few minutes of silence, Ares finally speaks up. "So, what's the plan for today?" he asks, his voice still tinged with a hint of coldness.
I shrug, trying to ignore the sting of his tone. "I don't know," I say, my voice quiet. "I guess I should probably call my family and friends back."
Ares nods, his expression unreadable. "Yeah, you should probably do that," he says, his voice still cold.
I feel a pang of hurt at his words, but I push it aside, trying to focus on the task at hand. I pull out my phone, scrolling through the list of missed calls.
As I start to dial my mom's number, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. I'm not sure what I'm going to say to her, how I'm going to explain my sudden disappearance.
But as the phone rings, I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever is to come. I can do this. I have to.
As my mom picks up the phone, I can hear the worry in her voice. "Moxie, where have you been? We've been trying to reach you all night!"
I take a deep breath, trying to figure out what to say. "I'm sorry, Mom," I say, my voice shaky. "I was...with a friend. I lost track of time and forgot to charge my phone."
There's a pause on the other end of the line, and I can almost hear my mom's thoughts churning. "A friend?" she repeats, her voice skeptical. "Who is this friend, Moxie? And why didn't you call us to let us know you were okay?"
I bite my lip, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "His name is Ares," I say, my voice quiet.
There's another pause, and this time I can hear my mom's sharp intake of breath. "Ares?" she repeats, her voice incredulous. "Moxie, Isn't that guy who used to bully you when you were young? What are you doing in his house?"
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Mom, I know what you're thinking," I say, my voice firm. "But Ares let me stay here for a night and that's it."
I can't let her know about our secret relationship. I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW. Especially Lucifer.
My mom is silent for a moment, and then she lets out a deep sigh. "Moxie, I don't like the idea of you staying at that boy's house," she says, her voice firm. "I don't trust him. I want you to come home right now."
I bite my lip, trying to figure out what to do. I don't want to lie to my mom, but I also don't want to reveal my secret relationship with Ares. "Mom, I promise I'm okay," I say, my voice pleading. "I just need some time to myself. I'll come home soon, I promise."
There's another pause, and then my mom's voice comes through, laced with concern. "Moxie, please be careful," she says, her voice soft. "I love you. And I just want you to be safe."
I feel a pang of guilt, but I push it aside. "I love you too, Mom," I say, my voice firm. "I'll be home soon. I promise."
As I hang up the phone, I can't help but feel a sense of unease. I know that I'm keeping a secret from my mom, and that's not something I'm proud of. But at the same time, I can't deny the fact that I'm falling for Ares. And I'm not ready to give that up just yet.
I turn to look at Ares, who is watching me with a concerned expression. "Everything okay?" he asks, his voice gentle.
I nod, trying to put on a brave face. "Everything's fine," I say, my voice firm. "I just...I need some time to figure things out."
Ares raises an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "You sure about that?" he says, his voice cold. "You don't seem fine to me."
I feel a pang of hurt at his words, but I push it aside. "I'm fine, Ares," I say, my voice firm. "I just need some time alone, okay?"
Ares nods, his expression unreadable. "Sure thing, Brainy," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Whatever you say."
I feel a surge of anger at his words, but I bite my tongue, trying to keep my emotions in check.
I stand up from the chair, my legs still wobbly from our earlier activities. "I'm going to take a shower," I say, my voice quiet. "I'll be back later."
Ares looks up at me, his expression softening. "Sit down, Moxie," he says, his voice gentle. "I made you breakfast. You need to eat something."
I hesitate for a moment, but then I nod, sitting back down in the chair. Ares sets a plate in front of me, piled high with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. My stomach rumbles at the sight of it, and I realize that I'm starving.
As I start to eat, Ares watches me with a small smile on his face. "Feeling better?" he asks, his voice gentle.
I nod, my mouth full of food. "Mm-hmm," I say, my voice muffled. "This is really good, Ares. Thank you."
Ares' smile widens, and he leans over to kiss me on the forehead. "You're welcome, Amore mio," he says, his voice soft. "I'm glad you like it."
Did he just say My love in Italian...
We finish our breakfast.
I stand up to clear the dishes.
As I finish clearing the dishes, Ares comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You know, you don't have to hide our relationship from your family and friends," he says, his voice soft. "I know it's not easy, but I'm willing to face whatever comes our way. Together."
I turn around to face him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Really?" I say, my voice hopeful. "You'd do that for me?"
Ares nods, his expression serious. "Of course, Moxie," he says, his voice firm. "I care about you. And I'm not going to let anyone or anything come between us."
I feel a surge of emotion, and before I know it, tears are streaming down my face. "Thank you, Ares," I say, my voice choked with emotion. "But we can't. We have to let it stay a secret."
Ares looks at me, his expression concerned. "Moxie, why do we have to keep it a secret?" he says, his voice gentle. "I don't want to hide our relationship anymore. I want to be able to hold your hand in public, to introduce you to my friends and family. I want to be able to tell the world that you're mine."
"I.." I thought for a moment.
I just can't. It's because of Lucifer and My family.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "I know, Ares," I say, my voice quiet. "I want that too. But it's not that simple. My family...they wouldn't understand. And I don't want to lose them."
Ares nods, his expression understanding. "I get it, Moxie," he says, his voice soft. "I know it's not easy. But I'm here for you. Whatever you need. And if you need time to figure things out, I'll give you that time. I'm not going anywhere."
I watch Ares walk away.
"Hey, Ares," I call out, my voice teasing. "You're not going to leave me hanging, are you? I thought we were going to spend the day together."
It's Saturday.
Ares turns around, a smirk on his face. "Oh, did you now?" he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I must have missed that memo. I thought I was just your booty call."
I feel a pang of hurt at his words, but I push it aside, trying to keep up the playful banter. "Well, you are pretty good at that," I say, my voice teasing. "But I was hoping for a little more today. Maybe some breakfast in bed? A back rub? A foot massage?"
Ares raises an eyebrow, his expression amused. "Wow, you really are high maintenance, aren't you?" he says, his voice mocking. "I don't know if I can handle all that."
I stick my tongue out at him, trying to keep the mood light. "Hey, a boy can dream, can't he?" I say, my voice playful. "Besides, you know you love spoiling me."
Ares chuckles, his expression softening. "You're right, Moxie," he says, his voice gentle. "I do love spoiling you. And I promise, I'll make it up to you later. But for now, I need to get changed. So why don't you go take that shower, and I'll meet you back here in a bit?"
I told him "But I want to shower with you."
Ares smirks at me, his expression playful. "Oh, do you now?" he says, his voice teasing. "Well, I don't know if I'm comfortable with that. I mean, what if I slip and fall? I could get hurt."
I roll my eyes, trying to keep up the playful banter. "Oh, please," I say, my voice mocking. "You're a big, strong guy. I'm sure you can handle it. Besides, I promise I'll be gentle."
Ares chuckles, his expression softening. "Well, when you put it that way, how can I say no?" he says, his voice gentle. "But only if you promise to behave yourself."
I nod, feeling a sense of excitement. "I promise," I say, my voice firm. "I'll be on my best behaviour."
As we head towards the bathroom, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation. I know that showering with Ares is going to be an intimate experience, and I'm excited to explore our relationship further. But at the same time, I know that we have to be careful. We can't let our guard down, not when we're keeping our relationship a secret.
First, I removed my underwear and stepped into the shower. Ares was looking in the mirror, admiring his beauty and muscles. He was doing poses, flexing his biceps and showing off his abs. I couldn't help but admire his physique, feeling a sense of desire building up inside of me.
"I'm waiting," I said, trying to get his attention.
Ares finally dropped his sweatpants, revealing his naked body. The sight of him left me in shock, and I couldn't help but stare. He smirked at me, his expression playful. "Be patient," he said, his voice teasing.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I really wanted to play with this man's body, to explore every inch of him. Ares stepped into the shower, and I felt a sense of anticipation wash over me.
He's truly a sight to behold, and I feel a sense of desire building up inside of me.
Ares smirks at me, his expression playful. "Like what you see, Moxie?" he says, his voice teasing. "I hope you're ready for this. I'm not sure you can handle it."
I roll my eyes, trying to keep up the playful banter. "Oh, please," I say, my voice mocking. "I can handle anything you throw at me. Besides, I've seen it all before."
Ares chuckles, his expression softening. "Well, if you say so," he says, his voice gentle. "But just remember, you asked for it."
As we began to shower together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy. The water cascaded down our bodies, washing away all our worries and fears. We took turns washing each other, exploring each other's bodies with our hands and soap.
As Ares' hands roamed over my body, I felt a sense of pleasure. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. I leaned into him, enjoying the sensation of his body pressed against mine.
The water glistened on his skin, highlighting every muscle and curve. His arms and legs were covered in a light dusting of hair, which darkened and clung to his skin as it became wet. His hair was slicked back, revealing his chiselled features and strong jawline.
I reached out to touch him, running my hands over his chest and down his arms. I could feel the roughness of his hair under my fingertips, and the firmness of his muscles beneath. His skin was hot to the touch, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him.
As I looked up at him, I saw that his face was wet with water. Droplets clung to his eyelashes and ran down his cheeks, making him look even more ruggedly handsome than usual. His eyes were dark with desire, and I could see the passion burning within them.
I leaned in to kiss him, feeling the warmth of his lips against mine. Our bodies pressed together, slick with water and soap, and I could feel his arousal growing against my thigh. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, and lost myself in the moment.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of boldness come over me. I reached down and took his dick in my hand, feeling it grow hard at my touch. I began to stroke him slowly, my hand sliding up and down his length as the water cascaded down our bodies.
Ares let out a low groan, his head falling back as he closed his eyes. "Fuck, Moxie," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "That feels so good. You are-"
He lets out a deep, guttural moan, the sound resonates with a rich and velvety timbre that sets him apart from other men. The intensity of his voice is captivating, sending shivers down my spine and leaving me mesmerized. His moan is like a low, rumbling growl that seems to originate from the very depths of his being, filled with raw emotion and passion. It's a sound that speaks directly to my senses, evoking a primal response and leaving me craving more. His voice is truly unique, a symphony of desire that leaves a lasting impression and makes your heart race with anticipation.
"Dirty and Loyal, that's my type."
I'm his type? Good.
I smirked, enjoying the feeling of power that came with having him at my mercy. "You like that, baby?" I asked, my voice teasing. "You like it when I touch you like this?"
He nodded, his breathing growing shallow as I continued to stroke him. "Yeah," he gasped. "I love it."
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "Then tell me what you want," I whispered. "Tell me what you need."
Ares let out a shuddering breath, his hand reaching up to grip my hair. "I want you," he growled. "I need you, Moxie. I need to be inside you."
I felt a thrill run through me at his words, and I knew that I wanted the same thing. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself. "Come on," I said, my voice low and seductive. "Let's go to the bedroom."
He didn't want to do that and said "Let's just fucking do it in the shower" He put my hands on the wall.
I gasped as Ares pressed his body against mine, his dick sliding up and down my ass crack. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he leaned in close, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
"You want this, don't you?" he growled in my ear, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, biting my lip as I felt him begin to slide inside me. He moved slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size, but soon he was thrusting hard and fast, his hips slamming against mine with each movement.
I cried out, the sensation of him filling me up and stretching me out sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel the water from the shower spraying down on us, making our skin slick and slippery as we moved together.
Ares reached around and began to stroke my dick in time with his thrusts, his hand sliding up and down my shaft as he fucked me harder and harder. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body tensing up as I prepared to come.
"Fuck, Moxie," Ares groaned, his voice strained. "I'm gonna come."
His words sent me over the edge, and I came hard, my dick spurting cum all over the shower wall as Ares continued to thrust inside me. He followed soon after, his body tensing up as he filled me up with his hot cum.
We stood there for a moment, panting and gasping for breath as the water continued to cascade down around us. Finally, Ares pulled out and turned off the shower, wrapping a towel around himself as he stepped out.
I followed suit, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over me. Despite the complications of our relationship, I knew that I wouldn't trade moments like this for anything in the world.
I'm his fucking slut.
I dressed. He's dressed in a tailored shirt that hugs his muscular frame, he exudes an air of confidence and masculinity. The fabric stretches tautly across his broad chest, accentuating the defined contours of his impressive pecs and sculpted biceps. Each movement he makes causes the material to ripple and shift, offering tantalizing glimpses of the power and strength concealed beneath. His pants are equally well-fitted, showcasing his strong, athletic legs and narrow waist. The overall effect is one of raw, untamed power, a visual testament to the hours spent honing his physique and perfecting his form. His attire is more than just clothing; it's a statement of intent, a declaration of his prowess and dominance.
I fucking want him.
We drove through the quiet streets.
"So, Moxie," Ares says, smirking at me as he drives. "How was your little sleepover at my place?"
I roll my eyes, trying not to let him get to me. "It was fine," I say, my voice neutral.
"Just fine?" he says, raising an eyebrow. "I thought it was a little more...memorable than that."
I feel a blush creep up my cheeks, and I curse myself for being so easily embarrassed. "Well, yeah," I admit, my voice quiet. "It was...nice."
Ares chuckles, his eyes still on the road. "Nice? That's all you've got? I must be losing my touch."
I glare at him, my embarrassment turning to annoyance. "You know what I mean," I say, my voice sharp. "It was great. Happy now?"
Ares grins at me, clearly enjoying himself. "Much better," he says, his voice teasing. "But I have to say, I'm a little disappointed. I thought you'd be more enthusiastic about it."
I roll my eyes again, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach at his words. "Well, excuse me for not being as excited as you are about it," I say, my voice sarcastic.
Ares laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, Moxie," he says, his voice playful. "You always know how to make me laugh."
I can't help but smile at his words, despite myself. "Glad I could entertain you," I say, my voice dry.
Ares reaches over and squeezes my hand, his expression softening. "You always do," he says, his voice sincere. "You always make everything better."
I feel a warmth spread through me at his words, and I squeeze his hand back. "You too," I say, my voice quiet. "You always make everything better too."
"Hey, Brainy," Ares says, glancing over at me as he drives. "You know that party I'm throwing next week?"
The one Daiyu told me about. The one everyone is going to.
I nod, feeling a knot of anxiety form in my stomach. "Yeah?"
"Well, I want you to come," he says, his voice taking on a playful tone. "It's going to be epic. Everyone's going to be there."
I hesitate, biting my lip. "I don't know, Ares. I'm not really into parties."
I am. I'm fucking am. I lied, trying to keep my true nature hidden from him. The truth is, I'm fucking into parties. I love the wild, uninhibited atmosphere, the pounding music, and the free-flowing alcohol. But I don't want him to see that side of me, the side that goes absolutely fucking nuts and does stupid, reckless shit.
The last time I went to a party, I ended up licking beer off some dude's abs and making out with him. He was fucking 45 years old, for Christ's sake. And when I finished the beer, I chucked the empty bottle across the room like a goddamn frisbee. That's why I'm hesitant to accept Ares' invitation. I don't want him to witness my chaotic, unfiltered self and judge me for it
He raises an eyebrow, smirking at me. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a buzzkill. It'll be fun. And besides, I want you there with me."
I feel a flutter in my chest at his words, but I try to ignore it. "I don't know..."
"Come on, Moxie," he says, his voice cajoling. "I promise it'll be a good time. And who knows, maybe you'll even have fun."
I sigh, feeling myself weakening. "Fine," I say, rolling my eyes. "I'll come. But only for a little while."
Ares grins, looking pleased. "That's the spirit. Brainy, I knew you wouldn't let me down."
I can't help but smile back, despite myself. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't expect me to stay too long."
He winks at me. "Don't worry, Brainy. I'll make sure you have such a good time, you won't want to leave."
As we linger in the doorway of my house, Ares leans against the frame with a confident smirk playing on his lips. His eyes sparkle with mischief as he watches me, and I can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest.
"Well, I guess I'll see you in school then," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his gaze.
He grins at me, his teeth gleaming white in the fading sunlight. "And if you get bored, you know who to call," he says, his tone suggestive.
I laugh, rolling my eyes at his audacity. "Oh, I definitely know who to call. But I think I'll give you a break for now," I tease.
Ares waggles his eyebrows at me, his expression unrepentant. "Hey, I'm always up for some fun," he says, his voice low and seductive.
I shake my head, trying to suppress a grin. "You're impossible," I say, but there's no heat in my words.
His expression softens, and he takes a step closer to me. "But you love me anyway," he murmurs, his voice barely audible.
I look up at him, feeling my heart swell with affection. "Yeah, I do," I say, my voice steady and sure.
We stand there for a moment, our eyes locked, before I finally break the spell and wave goodbye. Ares winks at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Goodbye, Brainy," he says, his voice laced with affection.
I watch as he saunters over to his car, his movements are fluid and graceful. He slides into the driver's seat and starts the engine, revving it loudly before pulling away from the curb. I stand there for a moment, watching as his car disappears down the street.
Alright, I'm gonna get in my house.