Page 124 of Play Dirty

My heart tripped over itself, trying to keep up. Ares hovered over me, gloriously naked. Between his thick, muscular legs, his manhood was slung low.

And fuck… it was every bit as big as Sebastian’s.

Maybe bigger.

“You don’t get to disappear now,” he said softly.

I shook my head, in a daze.

“I’m not—”

“Good.”

The word cut me off completely. Behind me, Sebastian slipped away, his hands not retreating so much as yielding space.

Ares noticed. A faint smile ghosted across his mouth.

Then he leaned in, way over my back…

… and slapped my ass so hard I nearly jumped five feet off the bed.

The pain was sharp and immediate.

The heat and slow-spreading pleasure came a few seconds later.

Holy fuck…

Ares reared back for another hit, this time on my opposite cheek. I took it better than the first one. I was more ready. More eager for the sharp sting, followed by a hot rush of pleasure.

His body moved closer, his length brushing my cheek.

I wrapped my hand around it, and shoved it in my mouth.

“FUCK—”

He grunted the word, then stiffened as I began blowing him. All thoughts about spanking me instantly forgotten.

Ares set his hands on his hips, enjoying the moment. Then his palm sifted gently into my hair, gathering as much of it as he could, between his fingers.

He pulled it back into a rough ponytail, so he could watch me.

And so Sebastian could watch, too.

Oh my fucking God…

It was indescribably hot, performing for both of them. Going down on one, while the other’s warm seed ran down the insides of my thighs. I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted the moment to last forever.

Ares held my hair in place with one hand. I took him deeper, slower, letting him feel every inch while his other hand moved over my body — dragging across my skin, lingering, exploring the smooth curves of my rapidly-reddening ass.

And through it all I kept working him over, inhaling him top to bottom. Running my tongue along the full length of his hardness, all the while imagining what would it feel like inside me.

I didn’t have to imagine long.

Ares let out one last sigh of contentment before popping himself from my mouth. He lifted me like I were weightless. Hauled me upward, until we were face to face, lips brushing.

“Still want this?” he asked, his voice gravelly and low.

A dangerous question.