There’s a feeling right before lightning strikes. The atmosphere gets thicker and feels charged. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you can almost taste the energy in the air.
That’s the feeling roaring through my veins and racing over my electrified skin as Ares and I take the elevator down from the rooftop Drakos estate. We’re standing still, looking straight ahead as the floors ding past. We’re not even touching, but it’s there, like a storm about to blow in over a windy field. Like a tsunami about to crash over the rocky shore.
At one point, the side of his hand brushes mine.
I almost moan, just from the tiny touch. That’s how charged everything is. And if he actually were to grab my hand right now, or, God help me, kiss me?
I’d rip his pants off, impale myself on his cock, and I’d be coming before we even hit the lobby.
But he doesn’t touch me, much less do anything else. Probably because he knows better. Five seconds after the hand brush, the doors slide open and we step into the lobby.
I do actually moan under my breath when his hand seizes mine. When he yanks me through the lobby, out to the street, and into the back of the waiting town car. The driver’s still closing the passenger door when Ares reaches over and jams his finger against the button that shuts the privacy screen between the driver and us.
Time stands still as I watch the fucking thing rise up, tortuously slowly. Every nerve in my body is keyed up. Every neuron in my brain is screaming to be touched. To be taken. To be fucked.
The partition clicks softly as it locks. And suddenly, everything returns to full speed. In one motion, before I can say or do a thing, Ares spins to me, grabs my face, and slams his mouth to mine. I moan, shaking and quivering as he growls into my lips, devouring them. He shoves me down across the seat, and I’m still fumbling with the zipper at the back of my dress when he drops to the floor, shoves the dress up to my waist, and shoves his fingers into my panties.
“Ares…”
He yanks the slick lace down my legs, tossing it away with a frustrated snarl before he shoves my knees back and apart. I whimper, shuddering, as I feel his teeth graze up my inner thigh. He gives my flesh a nipping bite, making me yelp and moan at the same time. Just as the sting of his teeth is fully registering in my mind, his mouth delves between my legs.
His tongue drags up my lips, and I cry out as pleasure explodes through my core.
“Oh fuck…Ares…”
He growls into me, his tongue snaking inside as I whine in pleasure. My eyes roll back at how deep his tongue is: it’s like he’s fucking me with it as my body twists and begs for more. Then his tongue drags up to my clit, and I moan when his lips wrap around the aching bud.
He devours me mercilessly, swirling his tongue over my throbbing button. I moan wildly, my hips bucking and gyrating under him, greedily pushing against his mouth for more. He growls, shoving my knees back further. And suddenly, I yelp as his palm smacks hard against my ass.
Whimpers and cries for more tumble unbidden from my lips as he drags his tongue up and down my pussy lips and swirls it around my clit as he spanks one cheek, then the other. The sharp, bright sting of his palm mixed with the heady, sultry pleasure of his lips wrapping around my clit have me drowning in ecstasy as I moan helplessly under his touch.
Ares drags two fingers over my slippery lips before slowly sinking them into me as far as they will go. I gasp, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“I can feel this greedy little pussy squeezing my fingers so fucking tight,” he rasps against my thigh, nipping at my skin again and making me gasp.
My eyes bulge as I feel a third finger easing into me, making my body shudder in pleasure.
“That’s it, squeeze,” he groans as he curls all three of them into me. “And think how fucking full you’ll feel when it’s my cock making this little pussy drip all over the seats.”
His fingers thrust in and out of me, filling me to what feels like my limit. That is, until I think about what he said.
He’s right. His cock is much, much bigger, and the thought of him sinking that into me right now has me clawing at the seat beneath me.
His mouth drags over my clit, his tongue swirling around it as he fucks me with his fingers. The wave grows hotter and larger, and when he spanks my ass again as he swirls his tongue over my clit, I break.
I scream into the crook of my arm as the orgasm explodes through me. My hips rise and grind against his mouth and his fingers in spasming waves, my entire body twisting and then crumpling into the seat.
I haven’t even had time to breathe before he flips me around, bends me over the seat, and moves in behind me. I moan desperately as he yanks down the top of my dress, freeing my breasts before he shoves the hem up to my waist. I hear the furious jangle of his belt and zipper. Then suddenly, I’m whimpering as I feel the hot, thick, swollen head of his cock notch between my lips.
His hand grabs a fistful of my hair, twisting it against my scalp as he leans over me to bring his lips against my ear.
“Now, fuck that cock like you fucking mean it.”
My eyes roll back, my breath chokes. And then, I’m rocking my hips back and feeling my drenched pussy swallow every single inch of him.
The cry tumbles from my lips, and there’s nothing I can do to stop or quiet it. Ares groans, grinding deep into me before his hand tightens again in my hair. He tugs my head up, arching my back as slides out only to ram back into me.
My whines and moans of pleasure fill the back seat of the town car as we both start to move together, me driving my ass back onto his beautiful cock, and Ares hissing in pleasure as he fucks into me hard, over and over. His other hand moves up, and when I feel his fingers at my lips, I eagerly open my mouth to suck them greedily inside.
Instantly, I realize they’re same fingers he was fucking me with. And it’s so fucking dirty and hot to taste myself on them that I almost come right there.
I moan, humming around and sucking furiously on his fingers as his swollen dick plunges into me over and over. The lurid, wet sounds of my pussy getting rammed with his cock, and the filthy sounds of his abs slapping my ass, fill the back seat.
His hand leaves my mouth, grabbing both of my wrists and forcing my cheek to the seat. I whimper as Ares pulls my arms behind my back, pinning my wrists with one hand at the small of my back while still keeping his grip on my hair.
The positions is totally dominant, controlling, and possessive.
And so fucking good.
The pleasure chokes from my mouth against the seat cushion. I feel utterly and completely owned. And it’s that absolute lack of control that has my body contorting, rippling, writhing, and shuddering towards an explosive release.
“Your sweet little pussy is milking my big fat dick so fucking hard, Neve,” Ares groans. “Trying to squeeze every drop of cum from my balls like a greedy little girl.”
I turn my head to scream my pleasure into the seat, my back arching as the bomb begins to shake and rumble deep inside of me, ready to go off.
“Is that what you want, greedy girl? You want my cock to fill your little pussy with cum? You want gallons of it dripping down your fucking thighs so that you don’t forget whose you are?”
The ecstasy thunders through me and my vision goes white as my face caves under the weight of the pleasure he’s wringing mercilessly from my body.
Ares pounds into me, his hands twisting in my hair and pinning my arms behind my back as I go rigid. My toes curl. I’m right on the edge.
“Come for me, Neve. Show me how a good slut comes for her husband’s fat fucking cock.”
Holy. Fucking. God.
My world explodes as I tip over the precipice. The orgasm wrenches through my core, twisting and contorting my muscles as I spasm and scream into the seat. Ares groans, driving deep as his cock swells even harder and bigger, before suddenly, he’s coming with me. The feel of his hot cum spilling into me in thick ropes has me shuddering as another climax rips through me, until suddenly, I go limp, spent.
And it all goes dark.
“Neve.”
“Neve.”
“NEVE!”
I gasp, jolting as his hand cups my face. I blink, my brows furrowing as I look around. We’re still in the car. But I’m not bent over the seat anymore. I’m curled up in a huddled ball in his lap, with his jacket around me.
I raise my eyes, blushing when I see Ares’ concerned faced peering into mine.
“Hi,” I blurt, giggling like I’m drunk.
His brows unknit, and one arches.
“You just scared the fuck out of me, Neve. I thought you were having a seizure.”
“Nope,” I drawl lazily.
I feel completely free. Utterly unbound. Sinfully relaxed. And I’m fairly sure I just had the biggest, most explosive orgasm of my life.
I’m also fairly sure I temporarily blacked out from coming so hard.
“Not a seizure,” I giggle like I’m high, biting my lip as I reach up to press a finger to his lips. “But…I…that…” I grin a lopsided grin at him. “Wow.”
Ares’ lips curl into the smuggest look I’ve ever seen on anyone.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” I giggle.
“Too late.”
He leans down, and I moan softly, cupping his face as he kisses me deeply. My tongue dances with his, my body shuddering and aching to be even closer to him. Then suddenly I realize something.
The car’s not moving.
Frowning, I pull away and glance through the tinted windows.
We’re parked in front of our building. I blush fiercely as my eyes snap to his.
“Exactly how long have we been here?”
“Not long.” He smirks at me. “Just since I fucked you so hard you passed out.”
I roll my eyes, blushing deeply.
“We should probably get inside.”
“I agree,” he growls, leaning down to brush his lips to mine. “But not because I’m in any hurry to leave this car.”
I grin. “Why, then?”
“Because I’m going to fuck you again, and when I do, I want you flat on your back, in our bed, with your legs over my shoulders.”
Oh.
Heat floods my core as I kiss him slowly. When I pull back, we both dress quickly before slipping out of the car and running, laughing, into the building. I gasp when Ares slams me against the wall of the elevator, kissing me deeply as it begins to ascend.
I whimper when his hand snakes under my dress and into my panties.
“I can feel my cum dripping out of your pussy,” he murmurs into my ear.
I moan, clutching at him as he starts to finger me again, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“I’m going to enjoy using my cock to push it all back inside.”
I grab him and kiss him heatedly. The elevator dings open, and we stumble into the penthouse. But then, the elevator dings again. And again. And again.
“Wait. That’s my phone,” he growls.
Something pings again.
“And that’s mine.”
We pull apart, him digging his phone out of his pants pocket, me pulling mine from my clutch. Apparently, having mind-blowing sex in the backseat has a way of tuning out everything.
My eyes bulge.
Fuck, my phone is exploding with notifications—from Eilish, from Cillian, from Castle.
“Neve.”
“Holy shit,” I frown. “What’s with all the texts—”
“Neve.”
“And emails—”
“NEVE.”
The coldness in his voice startles me, pulling my attention up. Instantly, my skin prickles when I see the harsh, fierce look on his face.
“What’s going—”
“Seamus O’Conor just broke out of Florence Prison.”
And the world blurs around me.
