Page 17 of Eye of the Hurricane (Weathering Doves Harbor #2)

Katherine

Ares is carrying not only my soaking wet dress and shoes, but me as well. I’m wearing his hoodie and boxers, all he’s got on is his sweatpants.

If anyone is awake when we come back to the campsite, I know this will look suspicious. Not as suspicious as Luna looks straddling Ravyn in her chair, seemingly kissing her. I’m just happy to not be the only one up to no good.

I shove my face into Ares’ shoulder to hide my laugh. I don’t even think they notice us coming back, they’re too occupied with each other.

Ares puts me down when we get to our tent. It’s fairly small, just enough room for our air mattress and bags to fit inside. The only light in the tent is a dimly lit lantern hanging from the top. It’s no brighter than a cellphone screen at full brightness.

“Are we going to talk about those two?” I ask.

“Nope, we have other stuff to do,” he says, laying down on the air mattress. “Grab your toy and come lay with me,” he instructs. My entire body is buzzing with excitement. I unzip my duffle bag and pull out my hot pink vibrator, holding it up to show him.

“I’ll take that,” he says, holding out a hand. I don’t hesitate for a single second, I place it in his hand. I pull his hoodie up over my head, leaving me in nothing but his boxers and go lay down next to him.

“You’re so perfect, Kat. It’s unreal,” he whispers, placing a single kiss on my shoulder nearest to him. That seems rich coming from him, the guy Luna said looks like sex personified.

“So are you,” I add. A smile tips at the edge of his lips. He leans over and places a kiss on my lips. It starts off simple and sweet, but quickly turns heated. His hands roam over my bare skin, touching me everywhere except for the places I want him most.

The familiar hum of my vibrator meets my ears and I look between our bodies to find it on and in his hand.

“What if they hear?” I whisper. He runs his nose along the side of my neck until his lips are by my ear.

“Let them.” He wraps his lips around the shell of my ear making me sigh loudly. He drags his tongue from just below my ear to the base of my throat. Anticipation burns through me.

“Are you going to touch me?” I ask.

“Not yet. You’re going to touch yourself,” he says, sliding the vibrator into my hand. “I’m going to watch and learn what you like before I touch you,” he whispers, taking my hand and guiding it down to the waist band of the boxers I’ve got on.

I lift my hips and slide them off, leaving me wearing nothing. He’s lying on his side, just watching me. I’ve never been one to have performance anxiety but now that I’m laying here with his eyes raking over me, I feel like I’ve forgotten how to touch myself.

“I’m nervous,” I admit.

“Do you want to stop?” he asks, brushing my hair out of my face. “If you want to press the brakes and go to sleep, we can.” The reassurance that if I want to stop, he won’t be upset is nice, but it isn’t what I want.

“I don’t want to stop. I guess I just wanted you to know I was nervous.”

“You don’t need to be nervous, we’re going to do what feels good and what’s fun and if it stops being either of those things, we’ll stop and we’ll go to sleep.” He always has the right thing to say and I’m not sure what to do with that information.

I give him a firm nod of confirmation before making my best effort to pick up where we left off. I slide my hand down my body and between my thighs. His eyes are no longer meeting mine but watching my hand, intently.

I place the vibrator right over my center and a quiet moan slips out of me. Ares reaches a hand down and palms himself through his sweats.

“Are you going to touch yourself with me?”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I admit. I click the little bullet up a speed and have to cover my mouth to muffle the moan that builds.

Ares pulls his cock free from the confines of his sweatpants. I had bumped into it in the shower and knew he wasn’t small. Now that I’m seeing it in the light, I’m wondering where he expects to put all of that.

“Ares… That’s not going to fit,” I tell him, looking back and forth between his eyes and his dick wide eyed. A low chuckle vibrates in his chest .

“We’ll make it fit, honey. I’ll help you.”

I don’t know what it is, but the words send a shock wave straight down my spine and between my thighs. The image his words paint in my head has my back arching off the bed, head thrown back.

“You like the idea of that, Kat?” he asks, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes,” I admit.

His hand wraps tightly around his cock and slides up, twisting slightly, then running back down. His eyes snap shut for a moment, collecting himself. We don’t last long like this before I’m asking for more.

“Ares, please,” I beg. I don’t even know exactly what I’m asking for. More of something, maybe more of everything. I don’t care as long as it’s more of him.

“Please what, honey?” His voice is rough and low.

“I need more, I need you.” That must be music to his ears because he doesn’t hesitate for a single moment. He tucks himself back into sweatpants and reaches for the vibrator in my hand. He turns it off and sits it beside him.

“Where do you want me?” he asks, running his fingertips along my lower stomach. I wrap my fingers around his wrist and guide him between my thighs where I need him the most.

“Here,” I breathe out. He draws gentle circles around my clit, drawing a loud moan from me. He covers my mouth with his in an attempt to muffle the sounds I’m making.

His fingers slide down my slit slowly. He pauses, letting out a ragged groan.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he sighs, resting his forehead on my shoulder and taking in a breath .

My hips instinctually grind against his hand, searching for more friction.

“What has you so wet, Kat?” he taunts, dipping his head and pulling one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking on it. He rolls his tongue over the bud, causing me to toss my head back again.

“You know,” I pant out. He lets out a low chuckle before tipping his head up to meet my eyes.

“I do know, but I need to hear you say it.” He slides one finger through my slick folds and nudges right at my entrance. “This what you want, honey?” he asks.

“Please,” I beg.

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he praises, kissing a line up my throat. He slides a finger inside and my hips rise involuntarily. His palm is flush against my clit and I grind against it without even thinking.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” he groans, pulling back slightly before sinking back in. “Does this feel good for you? Do you like this?” he asks, scanning over my face. He’s waiting for any indicator of discomfort, but there isn’t one

I thought maybe when this moment came, I would be uncomfortable. I thought maybe it would be such a new sensation that it would take getting used to. That isn’t the case at all, though. If he’d let me, I’d go all the way tonight with him. But he won’t, he’ll tell me to take my time.

“It feels really good, you can give me more. I can take more,” I assure him. He’s biting his bottom lip so hard, I think he might draw blood.

He withdraws his finger before adding a second to the mix. This time when he enters me, there’s the faintest pinch. It stings slightly, but in a way that makes me want to feel it a hundred times over .

“Oh fuck,” I pant out. “That’s better, a lot better.”

“You love getting stretched out, don’t you, Kat?” he asks, setting a steady pace with his hand, curling and rubbing the pads of his fingers over a sensitive area every couple of pumps. I’m a moaning mess now, unable to hold it in like I was before. He takes my sounds as an answer.

“Well guess what, honey? I love stretching you out. So I guess that makes us the perfect match.”

“You have a dirty mouth,” I state. My voice comes out so whiny that I hardly recognize it as my own.

“And you love it,” he says. He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, letting it go with a pop. “Don’t you?”

I consider lying. Egging him on by telling him I don’t care for it. But it’s useless. I’m at his mercy right now and he knows it.

The familiar sparks of pleasure shoot up my spine and fizzle low in my abdomen, a million times more intense than when I touch myself. I don’t know what the hell this man is doing to me but at this rate, I’ll let him do it forever.

He curls his fingers into the same delicious spot as before. I cry out, back bowing off the mattress. He slides his free hand up to cover my mouth, muffling my sounds.

“I’ve got you. Come for me,” he whispers lowly in my ear. His words and the bass in his voice only heighten the feeling building in my core.

His hand is clasped tightly over my mouth so I can’t say a word.

All I can do is let out muffled whimpers and moans against his palm.

I’m a wreck and he’s the only tie holding me to earth.

He talks me through every second of it, telling me how good I’m doing, how pretty I sound, and how badly he wishes it were his cock instead of his fingers.

I don’t get the chance to say a word back to him. He doesn’t lift his hand until I’ve rode out the orgasm and stopped making sounds against his palm.

When he finally lets me go, I’m lying on my back, chest heaving. My eyes flick over to him. Right in that moment, he’s bringing his glistening fingers up to his mouth. He sticks his tongue out slightly, sliding his fingers against it and sucking them clean.

All I can do is watch with my mouth agape. The second his mouth closes around his fingers, he lets out a ragged breath and drops his forehead against my chest, snapping his eyes shut.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “I just came in my pants like I’m fucking sixteen,” he admits with a loud sigh. Something that feels a lot like pride glows inside of me.

“That’s… really fucking hot,” I admit. He looks up at me like I have three eyes.

“Are you joking?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“You just came the second you tasted me. That’s really good for the ego, Ares. It makes me feel sexy,” I admit. He laughs a little.

He rolls flat on his back and pulls me into him. I lay my head on his chest. The only sounds around me are the beat of his heart and the quiet nature sounds outside our tent. It’s a moment I could get lost in.

“How are you?” he mumbles against the top of my hair.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve just been a little in my head about making sure you’re comfortable in all of this.” I can feel the whole fragile virgin pipeline looming in the air. I don’t give him the chance, I nip it in the bud.

“I’m a grown woman, I can handle sex and foreplay just fine.

I know about sex, I have sex toys, I’m not saving myself for my one true love or anything, I just haven’t made time for it until now.

You don’t have to treat me like I’m breakable because I haven’t been fucked before,” I scold. His brows pinch together.

“I know you can handle anything that’s thrown at you, Kat. It wasn’t supposed to be an insult to your independence. I just want to handle a delicate thing like it’s… delicate.” He sticks his hand up to stop me from cutting in. “Sex, not you,” he specifies.

“I appreciate it, I do. I just don’t buy into the whole—” He cuts me off quickly

“I know, virginity is a social construct. Have I ever told you I think it’s sexy how opinionated you are?” he asks, tongue sliding against his top teeth. A crooked smirk falls on his face.

“Are you talking dirty to me?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I already ruined my sweatpants, what more do you want from me?”

We lay there for far too long, just making conversation and staring at each other. I imagine it’s what most couples do after they have sex. Although we didn’t have sex, and we aren’t a couple.

At some point, he slips out of bed to put on a pair of clean boxers and sweatpants. He offers for me to sleep in his T-shirt. It’s tempting but it feels too… domestic. Instead, I opt for one of my comfy T-shirt dresses.

We sneak out of the tent for us both to use the bathroom before we go to sleep. On our way back, I hear what sounds like a moan. I turn to Ares, holding back a laugh.

“Who do you think it is?” I ask. He scrunches up his nose in disgust.

“I’m sure it’s Audra and my brother,” he says with a dramatic gag. I hear it again but this time, it’s familiar in the worst way. My mouth pops open in shock. I tug on Ares’ arm and cover my mouth to stifle a laugh.

“Oh my god, that’s Luna!” I whisper-yell. I step on a branch and half expect everyone’s heads to peak out. I don’t particularly care now, though. I no longer feel like we’re the juiciest hookup from tonight.

“Luna and Ravyn?”

“Obviously! They were kissing when we got back here, remember?” He unzips the tent and lets me go in first. He follows close behind and climbs onto the bed.

“So Luna dates women?”

“Luna doesn’t date anyone. Luna hooks up with women. And men. Non-binary people too, if you care.” I shrug. He stretches his arm behind his head, showing all of his abdomen. I have to drag my eyes from his body. Come on, Kat.

“You know my fingers were just buried inside of you, you don’t have to pretend not to look at me.” His words send a reel of flashbacks through my mind. I’m stunned for a moment without a single response because all I can think about is how it felt to be with him.

“Like I said, dirty mouth,” I say, pointing to him. I climb onto the air mattress next to him and tuck my head into the nook of his shoulder. It takes almost no time to drift off to sleep.