He pulls my door open, an animalistic look in his eyes, and when I reach for him, he’s already there. He lifts me out of the car, closing the door behind me and pushes me back against it. His fingers tangle in my hair as he presses into me, kissing me hard, and fast, and desperate.
I’m already pushing my pants down my thighs as his mouth plants wet kisses down the side of my neck. He’s going to mark me again, and this time I don’t care.
“Cameras,” he pants, skimming his hands up my bare thighs.
I’ve kicked off one of my shoes and one leg of my pants and panties. I’m shielded by the car behind me and Ares in front of me. But in truth, I wouldn’t care if someone caught it all on tape. I’d re-watch it every day for the rest of my life because when he picks me up and wraps my legs around him with that glint in his eye, it’s the hottest moment of my life.
“Can’t wait.” I huff the words out between frantic kisses. My nails scratch his scalp as he drags his teeth across my jaw, the sensations on my skin talking straight to my core. Somehow, he holds me in place and opens his pants.
“You’re sure?”
I nod. He’s been with alotof people and the risk of STI flashes in my brain like a mosquito that won’t leave me alone. “Protection?”
He doesn’t raise an eyebrow or say a word. Instead, he nods, pulls out his wallet, and he’s sheathed and teasing my entrance before I know it.
He kisses me like his life depends on it. “Are you sure?” His need for my consent is so freakin’ hot.
“I’m sure, Ares. Please, just… please take me.”
He brushes against the lips of my pussy and sinks inside me, but I don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s gripping my hips and thrusting into me like a man overcome. He’s not particularly big. For some reason I expected him to be, well, frankly, hung like a stallion, but there’s no stretch or sting between my legs. It’s long, but not particularly girthy. I can definitely handle this.
His hips piston his cock deep inside me. He’s not only pierced, he’sverypierced. Multiple hard ridges rub against my inner walls with every movement he makes, and it’s driving me closer to the edge with each thrust.
His face is buried in the crook of my neck while my head tips back against the car window. He’s taking me hard, deep, and when our mouths meet again it’s a frantic collision of need and lust. His fingers find my clit, and it takes only seconds for me to ignite around him, which seems to only drive him harder.
He doesn’t stop. Not when I bump my head off the glass when I tip it back to scream his name, not when my orgasm finishes raking its way through my body, not even when his car alarm starts going off behind me.
He’s wild, consumed, and muttering how “fucking glorious” and how beautiful I am in a mixture of languages between bites and kisses and thrusts inside me.
The car alarm falls silent. The echoes of our skin slapping together, our heavy breathing, and the squelching of my arousal as he pounds my pussy smack off the walls of the building around us.
It’s not long before he swells inside me, a string of curse words bursting from his mouth against the hot and sweaty skin of my neck. He thrusts two more times and stills everywhere but his mouth. It keeps kissing me, burning a trail up my neck, along my jaw and chin until he reaches my mouth.
Now that I’ve had him once, I need him again. I wiggle in his arms and pull my face back from his enough to speak. “Let’s get inside.” The lights of the car are flashing. We’re on borrowed time before the wailing starts over. He ties off the condom and shoves it into his pocket. Pulling out his keys, he silences the car alarm.
Crouching low, he seems to be moving to help me get dressed, but instead, he’s looping my panties through my pants, tugging at them until they’re free, then tucks those into his pocket too.
When I tip my head in question, he flashes me a wicked grin before helping me get my pants back on. I’m glad for his help because with these wobbly legs, I’m not sure I could do it by myself.
His hand slips into mine, and I follow him into the building. He’s grinning like the cat who got the cream, and I know he’s not done with me any more than I’m done with him. Anticipation sparks in the air around us as we wait for the penthouse elevator.
The walls are cream, and the floor tiles are shiny and black. A picture of some rural setting hangs on the wall, but I don’t have time to investigate. The doors to the elevators slide open with a ding.
Ares murmurs, “Round two.”
CHAPTER23
Ares
Ihave her against the wall of the elevator before she can say a word. She huffs out a breath. Under the fluorescent lights, I can see her properly. Her face is smeared with face paint, the black and green of my team colors mixing together in thick streaks on her skin. Her eyes are bright, spots of my blood are dotted on face paint that’s gotten onto the front of her jersey.
My jersey.
My woman.
Mine.
I’d never have called myself a possessive man before I met her, but I’m powerless to fight this need to claim her building inside me.
