A knock came at the door and Sky gasped, covering her breasts as it opened.
Nothing could have prepared her for the onslaught on her senses and she felt her mind, body, and jaw go slack as her eyes were assaulted by one of the most beautiful naked men she’d ever seen in her life.
Ares, for that’s who he could have been in the flesh, stood utterly nude in front of her, moving from the door into the bathroom with nothing but a tray in his hand, a tray with a glass of wine atop it.
“T-Tr—” She couldn’t even speak his name; every sexual fantasy she’d ever had in her life had just come true.
He was even more alluring in real life than he’d been in her dreams. Tall, big, muscular. His chest was broad, his tattooed arms thick, his torso ripped in sinewy muscles, his big thighs the size of tree trunks. She saved his sex for last because she knew once her eyes fell there, she was doomed. It’s girthy length was slightly erect and growing harder, bigger than she assumed it would be. When he stopped mere feet in front of her, she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She even whimpered, knowing she was powerless now to the sexual spell he had her under. If he wanted to fuck her that instant, it was going to happen and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She was his now—Ares—the powerful warrior god of the gridiron. She gulped and licked her lips.
“Fireball, if you keep looking at my dick like that, I’m going to unleash it upon you. And so help me God, I don’t know if I can be held responsible for the havoc it plans to wreak on you.”
Her eyes shot up to his then in both excitement and terror, and he grinned, the grin of the very Devil himself. She was truly fucked in every sense of the word. It was all she could do not to beg, for relief or mercy she wasn’t sure. Her chest heaved and she looked back down at his cock jutting up at her, wondering what it would feel like in her palm as she pumped it, down her throat, inside her; she licked her lips again. Just as she was about to beg him to take a step forward and let her explore that fascinating part of him, he knelt down, obstructing her view.
She inhaled sharply, realizing her chest was literally heaving in anticipation.
“The elixir of the gods, my sexy Aphrodite.” He motioned to the wine with his eyes. Damn that sexy as sin grin of his, those dimples. God, she wanted to investigate them with her tongue. Fuck. What the hell was he doing to her? Her womanhood vibrated with sheer lust.
Skyla realized she hadn’t scolded him for coming in on her naked and in the tub but, try as she might, she couldn’t and wouldn’t; she wanted to see how far he was going to take this little game of his. She simply took the wine off the tray and downed it in three sips. She needed it to calm her taxed nerves. She was two seconds from standing and throwing herself into his tempting arms.
He took the glass from her and set both it and the tray on the bathroom counter before returning and cupping her face in his hands.
“Do you want to know how a goddess is worshipped?” his tone was as smooth and rich as molasses.
Oh, fuck yes. Worship me, my god, she thought but couldn’t utter the words aloud. She nodded as he stood and moved behind her and into the tub. Oh shit, she thought. This is happening. This is really happening.
She felt his big, trunk-like legs settle on either side of her as she scooted forward a little. He sat down behind her, his hefty length pressing into her as he adjusted her in his lap. Her back hit his hard-muscled chest and torso and she blushed, wishing her body were even remotely close to being as toned as his was. Her thoughts died as his hand moved her hair off her neck and his lips brushed the curve of her shoulder, delicately kissing her there. Her heartbeat quickened as his right hand moved from her hair to her cheek, then her neck, gripping it lightly in his big palm. She swallowed hard, her entire body alight in licking, hot flames that threatened to draw her down to Hell’s gates. His feet moved beneath her ankles, and he used them to spread her legs wider. She shivered and heard him chuckle as his other hand came around her side to cup her breast.
“Mmm, so beautiful,” Travis murmured as his mouth moved to her collarbone and licked.
She gasped and moaned all at once, her senses overloaded with arousal. What was he doing to her, and what had he put into that wine? She realized he couldn’t see her body with the scarce light of the candles, which gave her some relief and also increased the eroticism of this act as he went by feel alone.
He tilted her head back with the hand holding her throat as he continued to fondle her breast, pinching her nipple with his thumb and index finger. She felt his tongue lick up the back of her neck slowly and she shivered, whimpering again.
“Oh, Aphrodite. Do you know how badly that sexy little whimper makes me wanna fuck you?”
God, his voice. It was hot as hell and she wanted to reach around, grab his cock, and beg him to do so. “Tr—Travis—”
“Name’s Ares, baby doll.” His grip tightened on her throat and he growled in her ear, nipping her earlobe. She moaned aloud, her stimulation coating her insides. “I’m gonna worship this gorgeous little body until I make you come.” She shivered as his hand moved from her throat down her chest, his fingertips trailing down her cleavage to her belly. She started to protest his hand going to her lower abdomen but thankfully, it jumped to her upper thigh. “What I really want right now is to jerk you out of this tub and spank your sexy little ass for sassing me so much today. Then fuck your brains out.” His tongue licked at her pulse, making it thrum.
She moaned again as his fingertips tickled down her leg, stopping at her groin.
“But, my sexy goddess, I’ll settle for sliding my finger inside you instead, if you’ll allow it.”
His hand continued to knead her breast, his fingertips squeezing her nipple as she moaned again. She moved her palm over his and interlaced it with her own, placing it in between her legs. He took the initiative from there and ran his index finger up her slit. She gasped as his fingertip settled on her clit. “Oh my God.” She groaned.
“Mmm, you like that, baby?” His movements quickened on her flesh and she arched her hips against his hand. “Yeah? Let’s see how you like this then.” His hand moved lower and two fingers spread her folds. His middle finger entered her; she cried out as he hooked it before withdrawing it. “Fuck, Sky, you’re making me so damn hard,” he groaned as his hips rocked against her, his erection digging into her ass cheek.
“Oh, shit,” she whined as his finger began to move in and out of her, the heel of his palm torturing her swollen bud as his other hand gripped her breast and squeezed. “Mmm, Ares.”
Skyla’s body wasn’t her own any longer as pleasure seized every bit of her, settling into her core as Travis’s fingers ravaged her sex. She moaned and whined and arched, letting his fingers, hands, and mouth become the only thing she focused on. Her head fell back, resting on his shoulder as he made her pleasure his one and only goal. She spread her legs further and rocked her hips with his movements even as his own hips hit hers and water splashed around them.
“My sexy Aphrodite. Come for me, baby.” His mouth settled on her neck and he kissed her flesh with passion, using his tongue on her pulse point as his lips sucked softly. She shivered, her flesh pebbling in goosebumps as everything he was doing overwhelmed her senses.
Suddenly, her womanhood quickened around his pumping finger and she cried out as the pleasure intensified into a tumultuous climax where she was thrust into a world of exquisite torment, her release coming violently upon her. “Yes, yes, oh, shit, oh… Oh my God. Travis. Travis. Mmmm,” she rambled as her orgasm assaulted her, her body quaking in spasms. He held her to him, letting her fall apart as he continued his caresses. His movements slowed once her climax faded, her walls continuing to clench hard around his finger as she came down from her sexual high.
Her vision returned slowly and her legs cramped from their position spread eagle atop Travis’s thighs, but she lapped up the final contractions of her body and sighed as Travis’s lips kissed her tingling neck and his fingers continued
to play, one at her nipple the other at her clit. She gasped and shuddered, and he chuckled lightly into her ear.
“Mmmm, my, my, you are a little sex goddess, aren’t you?” His hand moved back up her belly then and up her chest to her jaw and he turned her face to his. She leaned her head back and looked into his eyes, the flames from the candle dancing there, making him look as bad-ass as the part he’d just played. She almost moaned aloud then did as his mouth came down to kiss her, sexy and passionate but slow and unhurried, as if he had all the patience in the world.
His fingers continued to play at her nipple and he had her aroused again before his movements slowed and he stopped all together.
When she pulled back to look at him, his face was intense before he grinned, shaking it off. “That was hot as fuck, Sky,” he said and looked back at her lips.
She blushed, aware of how wanton she appeared to be, opened up across him. “What about you?” she asked and motioned with her eyes downward.
“Oh, I’ll get mine, don’t you worry.” He winked and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Now, you relax. That was for you, Fireball. You needed the indulgence.”
And before she could protest, he was releasing her and pulling away, leaving her feeling bereft as he stood and moved out of the tub. He grabbed a towel from the rack nearby and dried off quickly, covering his erect shaft before she had a chance to admire it again. She gulped, holding back the tears that threatened to come once more.
He was leaving, going to attend himself, since he obviously didn’t want her doing it for him. That knowledge stung deep.
Travis moved forward and knelt down once more. He cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes, her sex tingling, wanting his touch again and again. “You want another glass of wine, darlin’?” he asked. She quickly shook her head. “Alright.” He smiled. “Enjoy your bubble bath then. I know I did.” He winked again and kissed her quickly before moving off and out the door.
That’s when Skyla broke down into tears.
Travis barely made it into the kitchen before he draped the towel over his cock and began to relieve himself. He leaned against the counter, one hand on his hard length, the other gripping the granite as he went to town on himself. He was maybe ten furious pumps in before he came, hard and violently, his hips thrusting against nothing. He shoved his face into his bicep and bit down to keep from crying aloud as he spilled his seed into the towel tenting him.
“Ahh, fuck, fuck,” he groaned.
He jerked and grunted, coming down from his orgasm as his breathing returned and his mind whirled.
Skyla had worked him up so badly that he’d had no choice but to leave the tub and flee here to masturbate. Seeing her reaction to his naked form had been so arousing, having her eye his cock like it was a juicy steak had almost made him lose his mind; then feeling her orgasm right on his lap had nearly done him in. It was all he could do not to pull her on top of him and fuck her senseless, have her come as hard around his cock as she did around his finger. It had been the hottest fucking thing he’d ever heard in his life and left him salivating like a damn dog. He’d pulled every ounce of self-control he could manage looking down at her in the tub while she admired his erection. He’d never wanted so badly in his life to step forward and beg her to suck him off. He could imagine those sexy lips around him now as his hand continued to pump his member. Dammit, he was throbbing like a toothache again. She was doing ridiculous things to his manhood. He had to go back in there. He had to take her and quiet this damn ache in his balls to have her.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath and began jerking himself off again with a fury he couldn’t hold back.
He groaned in pleasure and came again, swearing as his mind and load was blown once more; Sky’s moans flashing through his head as he ejaculated into the towel again.
“Oh shit,” he whined as he came back down to earth.
He was in deep shit. What had this woman done to him and why was he so enchanted by her? He didn’t know, but he was going to have to have her. Having sex with her was going to be even sweeter than fondling and fingering her had been; he couldn’t wait to score.
He’d seen the hesitation in her eyes tonight, felt the insecurity of her body language, and knew he was being too pushy; he was going to have to wait. But a hot bath and the realization that she needed a physical release had been good ideas on his part. Hopefully she was feeling much less anxious now than she had been. Travis knew he certainly was as he cleaned himself up and breathed easier. It was amazing how sometimes a person just needed to get their rocks off to relax a little—mental health and all that.
He moved back to the couch to retrieve his clothes and dressed, feeling nice and chill for the first time since all this craziness. He moved back to the door and realized with a sinking feeling that it was locked as he turned the knob.
“Shit,” he swore and realized Skyla had locked him out. What had he done now? He’d given her an awesome orgasm, dammit. Why was she shutting him out?
Fuck, why did women have to be so damn complicated at times? If they weren’t pissed about one thing, they were pissed about another. He realized this was probably why he was still single but dang it, they were so hard to read and so fucking wishy-washy. Fine. She didn’t want him in there, he’d stay out here.
He pouted even as he pulled a blanket over himself and laid down, settling his head on a pillow and contemplating what he’d said to insult or offend her. He racked his brain but came up empty. Oh well, he thought, I’m sure I’ll get to hear all about it tomorrow.
He closed his eyes and smiled, flashing back to the sounds of her moans as her tightness squeezed his middle finger in climax. He couldn’t wait to feel her around his dick doing the same. He made his mind up as he fell to sleep; he was taking her tomorrow. It was happening, as sure as his name was Travis Redmond.
CHAPTER SIX
Travis awoke to the sound of a pan clinking and the smell of something delicious cooking on the stove. He shivered as he pulled the blanket up to his chin and groaned. He felt like he’d just fallen to sleep but the brightness surrounding him made him realize it was daylight. It was a new day! Time to turn on the charm and find out why giving her an orgasm hadn’t been enough to satisfy that fiery redhead he wanted with a passion that wouldn’t wait.
He jumped up and shivered again, realizing the fire was almost out in the stove. He opened it, threw some more logs in and closed it, opening the flume to feed it.
He wearily eased into the kitchen, seeing a makeup-less Skyla scrambling some eggs. Her eyes looked a little puffy, and Travis felt bad all the sudden, not understanding why or how he’d upset her last night. He caught her eye and got a warning look. He stopped in his tracks and tried to smile at her. When she ignored him, he moved to the coffee pot. He’d be damned if he, Ares, god of war for the Gladiators pro football team, would cower to a woman half his size. He would stand tall to the mighty Aphrodite and have her falling to her knees before him before the day was up.
He decided his fate as he moved to the coffee pot, poured himself some coffee, and turned to watch her. She appeared to be sautéing mushrooms, onions and peppers in a skillet. Travis crossed his arms over his chest, bringing the mug to his lips, and waited for her to round on him and tear him a new one. When she didn’t, and continued to ignore him, he let the anger rise within and finally lashed out.
“You wanna tell me what’s got your panties in a wad this morning?”
Nothing. The little shit didn’t even turn or acknowledge him in any way. Fury began to take hold.
He took another sip of coffee and moved up behind her, growling. “After what happened last night, I would expect some type of greeting this morning. Anything would be better than you pretending that I don’t fuckin’ exist.”
She whirled then, face red and eyes narrowed into slits of sapphire. “Don’t think that just because you fingered me that you have any idea about what’s goin’ on in my panties, Travis.” Poke the snake, you get
the venom.
“Ouch, I didn’t want a thank you, Sky, but fuckin-A, what’s your damn problem?”
“You! You are my problem.”
He frowned, perplexed. Was he just imagining things last night or was she not enjoying everything he’d thrown at her? Who was this livid banshee hell-bent on ripping him apart?
His brow raised and he smirked, “Why the hell are all you women crazy? I mean, fuck, I thought I was being nice by drawing you a bath and giving you a much-needed sexual release, but I wake up this morning and realize I’ve wasted my time because you still fuckin’ hate me as much as you did before. Please, enlighten me? What did I do that was so wrong?”
She rolled her eyes and turned. She was a true redhead—irascible, like a lit fuse—and right now her fury was so intense she was shaking.
“Just when I think I finally get you chicks, I’m thrown for a damn loop. Y’all wonder why us men are such dicks…because you tell us things are fine when they aren’t fine and expect us to read between the lines. Guess what? We aren’t mind readers. We actually really suck at it, by the way. We’re doers, fixers. Our brains don’t work like yours do.”
He longed to touch her—hoping it might soothe her anger—wrap his arms around her waist, and insist she bring the sexy Aphrodite back. Just as the urge got to be too much and he moved to act, she finally spoke, with her eyes squinched tightly. “I wanted you to stay,” she whispered. “I wanted…”
“Sky, I wanted to stay too, but… I didn’t fuck you because I got your signals, loud and clear. Trust me, I wanted it as much as you did. Leaving you in that bathtub was the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done.”
“But you came out here and whacked off,” she accused, pointing her wooden spoon at him, and he almost laughed.
“Yeah, I did. Because I was about to bust a nut in there and needed to come.”
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