Ares

She rubs my shoulder.

Other hand drifts to my chest.

Her touch is magic.

“On your back, mister,” she orders.

Don’t want to get on my back.

Want to stay here. Buried inside her.

Can still feel the tremors around my cock. She’s holding me so tight. Feels so right.

I’m on the edge of release.

Hurts. In my balls. In my gut. In my chest. Feel it in my knees even.

But once I come, it’s over.

Don’t want this to be over.

I lick my way down her breast to the rosy peak. So sweet. So hard.

I suck, she gasps, her hips buck, and she squeezes around me.

Fuck, I want to come.

“Cheating.” She grips me by the hair and tugs. I lift my head, meet her eyes, and she’s got this stern doctor thing going. Frowny. Bossy. Determined.

She’s so fucking gorgeous.

So fucking mine.

She pushes at my shoulders. “On your back,” she repeats.

I pump into her.

Slow. Careful. She’s so tight. I’m primed and ready to blow.

Her breath wobbles and her lids drift shut. “Ares,” she whispers, “if you make me come like that again, I swear all my muscles will combust and they’ll be picking pieces of me out of the ceiling for the next two hundred years.”

The door creaks open.

She freezes. “Did you—”

I cover her mouth, more because I love touching her mouth than because I need her to be quiet.

No Loki. Monkey was tired. Should be sleeping.

If he could sleep through Felicity screaming.

I grin again.

Fucking amazing scream.

“Gammy’s ghost,” I tell her.

She eyes me like she’s trying to decide if I’m serious.

“You believe in ghosts?” she whispers.

“Don’t not.”

A slow smile spreads over those delicious lips. “Want to give her a show?”

Already did.

She laughs.

And then she hits me in the ribs with that tickle finger.

I oof and pull halfway out.

She whimpers.

I thrust back inside her.

Not slow, not easy, because fuck, I need to be inside her.

“Yes,” she gasps. “More, Ares, please, more.” She wraps her legs around my hips, pumps, jerky and unsteady.

I claim her mouth.

Pull out.

Thrust back in. All the way.

She moans while she’s kissing me back. Holds me by the ears. Rolls her hips against mine.

I pump into her.

Not slow.

Not smooth.

My cock’s heavy. Ready. Balls tight.

She’s tight.

So fucking tight.

Her whimpers and moans are getting higher. Her hands clenching harder in my hair, pulling, kissing me, meeting me thrust for thrust, her pussy so slick and hot around my cock.

“Ares,” she cries.

I’m so close. Can’t hold out. Can’t stop the dam from bursting. Holding out.

So long.

So ready.

But she’s not—she’s still building—not there—need her to—

She reaches between us, grips me by the balls, squeezes once, and I come with a roar.

She thrashes beneath me, crying out, jerking her hips with mine while I explode. Pulsing. Releasing. Thick, hot, and heavy.

Straining.

Can’t.

Stop.

Need her.

Need more.

Need everything.

I’m coming in jolts.

Held back so long. Too long.

Don’t ever want to stop coming with her.

Her body goes limp while mine’s still jerking and spasming. Her gasps fill my ears. Her pussy squeezing around me. My senses are inside out. Can’t feel the air, the bed. Can’t hear.

Nothing but her.

I can feel her breathing.

Feel her heart beating.

Feel her center holding me. Cradling me. Like she was made for me.

She shrieks, and the entire room snaps back to focus.

I leap off the bed, stumble on the fucking boot and my pants.

“Ares!” she cries.

Loki peers at me from the foot of the bed.

Looks down at my deflating cock.

Throws a cornhole bag at me, chirps something that sounds like monkey profanity, and dashes out the door.

Swear the little fucker’s holding up a middle finger.

Felicity scoots to the edge of the bed and reaches for my hand. “Sit.”

She has whisker burns on her cheeks and neck and breasts. The rosy tips are hard and pointed, her lungs working too quick.

Her pulse beats fast in the base of her neck.

“Sit,” she says again. “Sorry. Loki startled me.”

I slowly sit.

She climbs off the bed and goes to work unstrapping my boot.

“Felicity.”

She looks up.

I wave her off. I can get the boot.

She rolls her eyes.

Shut up and let me do this, you big stubborn brute.

She’s buck naked.

Tending to my ankle.

She bends her head to her task. My dick’s already getting hard again.

And that’s before she orders me to lie back so she can pull my pants off.

“Don’t even think about it,” she informs me as she crawls onto the bed and curls into me, pulling my arm around her, her butt cheeks nestling against my hard-on. “I need at least thirty minutes to recover first.”

I smile into her hair and tug her closer. Bed’s small. I barely fit. Should get up and get rid of the condom.

But I don’t want to move.

Not when the sweet scent of her hair and her come are tickling my nose. When that perfect ass is pressed into my stiff cock. When she’s sighing and huddling closer. “So you know,” she says on a yawn, “I may never let you leave.”

I cup her breast. Feel her heart beating strong and steady. She covers my hand with hers.

Soft. Strong. So perfect.

Never thought I would find her.

She’s more than hockey.