Chapter 12: Caught
Ares was standing in Ayla’s room.
The shirt he had given her hung loose on her frame, slipping off one shoulder, exposing the smooth curve of her collarbone.
Her wide eyes met his, uncertain.
"Come here, Ayla" He said.
She did not speak. She simply walked toward him, her bare feet silent against the floor. The shirt swayed with each step, revealing the shadowed hollow of her throat, the delicate line of her jaw.
He reached for her.
Her skin was warm beneath his fingers, and she leaned into his touch like she had been waiting for it, her eyes fluttering closed as his thumb traced her cheekbone.
"I have been thinking about you," he murmured, kissing her parted lips.
A shy smile touched her lips.
"So have I."
Her hands came up to grip his shirt, pulling him closer, and the sound she made against his mouth sent heat racing down his spine.
He walked her backward until her knees hit the edge of his bed and she sank onto the mattress, looking up at him with those impossible violet eyes.
"Ares," she whispered.
"What do you want me to do, Ayla." He murmured.
"I want you to be my first."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded her head and so he lowered himself over her, his body covering hers, and she arched into him, her fingers threading into his hair, her breath warm against his neck.
He kissed down the column of her throat, felt her pulse skip under his tongue, and the small gasp she gave when he sucked at the skin above her collarbone made his cock hard.
"I have imagined this," she breathed. "At night... alone."
His teeth grazed her shoulder. "Tell me."
"I imagined your hands on me. Everywhere." Her voice shook.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen, her chest rose and fell beneath the loose fabric. He hooked a finger under the collar of the shirt and pulled it down, exposing the swell of her breast, the peak of her nipple already tight.
"Like this," he said, and took her into his mouth.
She whimpered, her fingers reaching downward to find the waistband of his trousers.
He groaned as her palm wrapped around his cock.
His hips shifting of their own accord, pushing deeper into the sensation.
The warmth of her...
The warmth that was her...
Wait...something was wrong.
Ares’ forehead furrowed in confusion and his eyes cracked open.
The ceiling of his study swam into focus and the dream he had been having dissolved like mist, leaving him gasping, his body rigid with arousal.
And there, between his thighs, was a head of golden hair bobbing with rhythmic determination.
Willow.
Her mouth was wrapped around his cock.
When she saw he was awake, her eyes flicked up to meet his and she moaned around him deliberately, a vibration that traveled straight through his cock and up his spine.
Ares’ mind struggled to catch up with what was happening.
"Willow," he rasped. "Stop. What... are you... his voice trailed off, a groan slipping from his lips as her tongue flicked over the head of his cock.
She did not stop. If anything, she doubled her efforts, her head bobbing faster as she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him.
Her tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft. Her hand squeezed, twisted, and a bolt of white-hot pleasure shot through Ares.
His body betrayed him, his hips bucked forward, pressing his cock further into her mouth.
"Willow." This time it was a snarl.
He was close. He could feel it building, coiling tight in his gut.
His breathing grew ragged.
She pulled off just long enough to look up at him, her lips swollen and slick with saliva and her eyes dark with defiance. "You were dreaming of her," she said, her voice husky. "I could feel it. But I am here, Ares and I am real."
"Get off me." He snapped.
"You don’t mean that." She lowered her mouth again.
His hands found her hair wanting to push her away again but they instead tangled in their strands.
The conflicting impulses tore through him.
He needed the release... the distraction.
She was offering so why not take it?
He let out a shuddering breath. "Fuck."
Willow hummed approvingly, and the vibration pushed him closer to the edge.
He was going to come. He was going to come in her mouth, and he was going to hate himself for it, and he couldn’t stop it...
A sharp gasp shattered the silence.
Ares’ eyes flew open immediately, his hand stilling in Willow’s hair.
Standing in the doorway was Ayla.
Her mouth was slack and her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. The tray in her hands slipped from her fingers, hitting the floor with a deafening clatter and scattering food everywhere.
In that moment before she turned and fled, her eyes met Ares’ across the room.
Willow pulled off him with a wet sound, a string of saliva connecting her lower lip to the tip of his cock. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled up at him with satisfaction.
"Well," she said flatly. "That was awkward."
Ares sat frozen, staring at the empty doorway.
"Get out," he said.
Willow’s eyes widened. "What?"
"Get. Out."
"Ares..."
"Get out, Willow . Now."
She rose to her feet, her eyes hurt and confused. "I thought you wanted..."
"You thought wrong." He was on his feet now, towering over her, his cock still exposed, his chest heaving. "You came into my study. You touched me while I was asleep. Get out before you piss me off further."
She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. She smoothed her dress with trembling hands, lifted her chin, and walked past him without another word.
The door clocked shut behind her.
Ares sat alone in the study.
The reports he had been studying before he dozed off were still scattered across the desk.
He looked down at himself...still hard, still glistening with Willow’s saliva and a wave of self-loathing crashed over him.
He had been dreaming of Ayla, and she had walked in to find his cock in another woman’s mouth.
"Fuck," he whispered, pressing his palms against his eyes until stars burst behind his lids. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."