Page 39 of Eye of the Hurricane (Weathering Doves Harbor #2)

Katherine

I’m sure our driver would rather drive into oncoming traffic than have to drive us for a single second longer. All we’ve done is kiss the entire drive. Okay, maybe we’ve also got a little handsy too.

The driver parks in front of my house and clears his throat loudly. “We’re here.”

“Thank you so much!” we both reply. As soon as we step out of the car Ares sweeps me off of my feet and I wrap my legs around him. We stumble to the front door through broken kisses.

I fumble through my bag for my keys and hand them to Ares. He unlocks the door and walks inside, then tosses the keys to the kitchen counter with a loud clatter. He shoves the front door shut with his foot.

It’s always hot and feverish with Ares but this is another level. He pushes my body up against the door, pinning me between him and the hard surface. The cold of the door causes me to gasp.

“You’re addicting. This is all I ever think about,” he grumbles in my ear. His mouth drags from my ear to my neck. He sucks the flesh there between his lips before nipping at it with his teeth. I moan in response.

He runs a hand up my thigh until it wraps around to my ass and gives a harsh squeeze. His lips are back on mine. I’m moaning in his mouth and I can feel him hardening between us.

“Take me to bed,” I pant out between kisses. He nods, walking to my bedroom. When we reach my bed he sets me on my feet beside it. He drops one last kiss on my lips before taking his time dismantling his costume.

While his focus is away from me I drop to my knees. I don’t know much about giving head considering I’ve never done it. The two things I do know about it are that I want to do it right now, and he’s damn well earned it.

When he turns around to find me on my knees he wraps a hand around my elbow, dragging me to my feet.

“Get up, you’re too fuckin’ pretty to be on your knees,” his voice is strained like that action took up all of the restraint he’s got in his body. He licks his lips looking down at me. A hot sensation builds in my chest.

“But I want to taste you,” I pout. A smirk tips at one corner of his mouth.

“You want to suck my cock, Kat?” I nod. “Then you’re going to do it with a soft mattress under your knees and my fingers buried inside of you so I can show you how I feel about that costume.”

“I’ve never done it before, it might not be good,” I admit. He chuckles to himself.

“It’s you, it’ll be good,” he assures me.

He unbuckles his belt and slides it through the loops. He sets it on the side of the bed and strips down to nothing. He climbs onto the bed and lays flat.

“I should take all of this off,” I say, gesturing to the costume I’ve got on.

“Lose the tights and the panties. Keep the rest on.”

I do as he says, I peel the tights down my legs and leave them in a pile on the floor.

“Come up here,” he instructs, patting the bed next him. “I want you next to me so I can touch you,” he says, showing me where he wants me. I sit on my knees exactly where he pointed to.

He runs a hand down the curve of my back, over my ass, and under my skirt. “If you changed your mind I can think of plenty of other things I’d like to do with you,” he coaxes.

“No, I want to. You just have to tell me how you like it.”

“Put your mouth on it.” I bend further forward, brushing my lips against the tip. He lets out a strangled groan. I place a kiss where the smudge of my lipstick is and his eyes roll back.

“Your tongue… use your tongue,” he pants out. I swipe my tongue at the base.

“Here?” I ask. He doesn’t answer, he just huffs a heavy breath. I move up an inch and do the same thing. “Or here?” He groans, still not saying a word. Another inch upward, I do it one more time. This time his huff of breath is more frustrated. “Or is it here?”

“You’re teasing. Be a good girl and put it in your mouth.” I do what he says and his head tips back in ecstasy. I look up at him through my lashes and he pulls his lip between his teeth.

Seeing him weaken at my touch is the ego boost of the century. The most cool, calm, and collected guy I know throwing his head back at the touch of my lips .

His fingers slip between my folds, dragging front and back a few times before finally sinking in. I moan, causing a vibration around him. Which in turn causes him to curse under his breath.

“You look so pretty, baby. I’m not going to last long like this,” he pants. It comes out like a warning, something that should make me back off. Instead, it just spurs me on.

His fingers curl into that familiar spot and I feel like I’ve been lit on fire. It feels like we’re nearing a cliff end and the brakes have gone out. We’re both about to be driven off of it.

I take him out of my mouth with a loud pop. Half-lidded eyes watch me carefully as I lick my way back up and put him back in my mouth. Along with a loud grunt, his free hand wraps in my hair while the other one keeps thrusting in and out of me.

Pleasure sparks low in my stomach, tightening and sparking with increased intensity. I can no longer control the sounds coming from my mouth. Neither can he, apparently.

“Do you want it in your mouth, honey?” I nod, looking up at him. He lets out a ragged breath and drops his thumb over my clit. The first point of contact feels like I wrapped my hand around a lightning rod.

“Come with me,” he demands. I nod again. And I do. We tumble over the edge together.

“Show me,” he says, grabbing my jaw. I pop my mouth open to show him nothing inside. “Fuck,” he groans.

“So that’s how you feel about the costume?” I ask with a laugh. I lay down next to him.

“You think I’m done with you, honey? That’s just how I feel about the halo,” he says with a laugh.

“I thought guys were kinda one and done.”

“So did I, turns out it’s pretty easy to get it up again when you’re in my bed,” he says turning over to kiss me .

“You’re great for the ego,” I tell him. He laughs.

“Get up, heels on.”

“Heels on?” I ask, surprise heavy in my voice.

“Heels on.” His tone is stern, like it isn’t a request. And for some reason, that adds to the pleasure of it all for me.

I stand up from the bed and slide my white heels back on. He watches from the bed with a smug smile on his face. Finally, he stands and joins me, standing next to the bed.

“Bend over the bed. Put your arms behind your back,” he instructs. I lean my chest over the bed until my upper body is flush to the mattress. He slides his foot between my heels and knocks them apart, causing me to spread them.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, standing to the side to look at my face.

“Yes,” there is zero hesitation in my voice. It’s not even a question. I don’t know if there’s a person I trust more.

“Do you know what a safe word is?” he asks. I scoff.

“Being a virgin is not antonymous with being sex positive, you know that right?”

“Easy killer, I’m just making sure,” he laughs. “Pick one,” he demands. Well fuck. I can’t say I ever imagined myself picking a safe word. Although, I’m just a girl. So of course I’ve had one in the back of my mind just in case anyone ever asked.

Which is why it takes me less than five seconds to blurt out “Pumpkin.”

“If you need to use it, speak up, okay?”

“Okay,” I agree. He grabs the belt that he left on the edge of the bed. He walks up behind me and gathers my wrists, holding them and tying them together with the belt.

He takes a step back and slides a single finger through my folds. A cocky chuckle falls from him .

“Katherine, honey, do you like being told what to do?” he asks.

“Only by you,” I admit.

“That’s music to my ears, baby.” He’s standing closer to me now, with his cock pressed against my ass. His hands roam over the curve of my waist and down to my hips.

“It feels good to let someone else be in control, doesn’t it?” he coaxes. I nod.

“Only you.” A hum of satisfaction rumbles low in his throat.

I hear the wrapper of a condom rip open then the slippery head of his cock sliding against me. I push my hips back against him, letting him know I’m ready.

Finally, inch by inch he sinks inside. Every inch is more gratifying than the last. And when he’s filling me to the brim, it’s blinding ecstasy.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans. “And wet.” His breathing is ragged. He only allows me two slow thrusts to adjust before he begins driving into me with fervor.

There’s a persistent urge to grab or hold something. I can’t though, because my hands are restrained. All I can do is lay there and feel it—take it. Now I see what the meaning of the belt is.

“Ares, fuck… I’m—It’s,” I stumble over words looking for a single one that will tell him how I’m feeling. There aren’t any. It’s too intense, too loud, too everything.

“What was that? Cat got your tongue, honey?” He’s a cocky son of a bitch and for some reason that has me dripping down the insides of my thighs.

“It’s a lot. It’s… It’s—” I lose my train of thought in the bliss of it. He chuckles.

“I know it’s a lot, baby. You can take it though. I know you can. You’re doing so good.” He leans down and kisses my bare shoulder, nipping it with his teeth. “I wouldn’t give you more than you could take,” he assures me. And despite feeling like I’m right at that edge, I believe him.

Pleasure builds and builds until I’m boiling over. I can’t grab onto the bed or to him for some kind of grounding. I feel like I’m free-falling.

“I’m close,” I choke out. His thrusts become harder but steadier. My entire body knocks forward with each thrust.

My moans have grown closer to yelps and whines. I’m sure my neighbors think I’m being murdered. And in the moment I can’t find it in myself to care.

Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, I feel him unbuckle the belt around my wrists.

“Flip on your back,” he says, pulling out. I flip and within seconds he’s on top of me and burying his cock between my thighs. “I needed to see you.” He brushes my hair out of my face. “And kiss you.” He plants his lips on mine and we fall over that edge together. Crying out each other’s names.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he says, collapsing next to me.

“You’re alright, I guess,” I tease.

“Does this mean we’re done with the whole space thing? Because I really hate staying away from you,” he admits. He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“No more space, just this,” I assure him. I kiss his cheek. “And this.” Another kiss to his temple. “And this.” A last one to his lips. “Oh, and this.”

“We probably should have told someone we were leaving,” he says with a laugh.

“I’m sure they can piece it together the way you were eye fucking me in the bar. And Beck already said that he knew we weren’t coming back.”

“It’s not my fault. Honestly, blame the corset.”

“The corset really does it for you, huh?” I ask, laughing. I lean up on my elbow. “What’s Beck’s deal? Why doesn’t he date?”

“I’m not sure. Roman would be a better person to ask about him. All I know is he made some one-off comment to me about never moving on if you lose the one,” he says with a shrug.

“So there is a One I’m guessing? Do you know who?”

“Not really. When him and Roman were in high school he was always with this girl Levina. She like disappeared after high school though. Maybe her? Although I never knew that they dated if they did.”

“Maybe they never dated but he was in love with her.”

“Maybe,” he agrees, standing from the bed. “Come on, let’s get you in the bath.”

“Will you get in with me?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to,” he assures me, holding out a hand to help me off of the bed.