The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"I’m not here for you tonight."

I barely managed to force those words out when turned me to face him abruptly. I had managed to tune my voice into the barbie one I adopted but the longer I stayed here, the more I was in danger of falling into him and burying myself in his strong, manly scent.

A hot shiver ran through me when my eyes fell on his unbuttoned white shirt. His tattoos peeked from under it, showing off his ripped torso. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip holding back a soft, pliant moan that threatened to slip. His hand flexed on my waist, making me look up at the black mask and those green eyes burning behind it.

"Is that so?" He rasped, tracing his thumb in a slow circle at my hip through the silk dress. My skin lit up under his touch. "Then why are you wearing that dress?"

"I wear dresses like any normal person," I beamed at him, ignoring the way my pussy gushed just from his fingers teasing my sides.

His eyes moved down my dress and came back up slowly, the heat in them had my nipples stiffening, poking through the fabric.

"I’m here with my friend," I whispered, licking my lips. When did the distance between our faces disappear? He was so close, I could lean just an inch in and I would kiss him.

And I ached to kiss him.

"Your friend," he murmured, his gaze drifting briefly toward the corridor where Annette and Zeus had disappeared, "seems occupied."

How did he... how long had he been watching?

His other hand came up and curved around my breast through the thin silk. I gasped, gripping his arm when his thumb grazed my nipple sending a hot jolt straight to my pussy.

"A-Ares, I can’t, tonight,"

He did it again. Both hands now, cupping my tits. He pinched my nipples through the dress, making me toss my head a few inches backwards, digging my nails into his forearms.

"You didn’t accept my invitation," he said, his mouth dropping to my temple, grazing my skin. "That hurt."

"You’ll recover." I replied and he pinched tighter, a low rumble filling his chest.

He dropped a hand to grab my ass from behind, pulling me flush against him. My nipples tightened and my thighs grew wetter when I realized there was nothing between the hard thick cock poking against my stomach and my pussy except my dress and his pants.

"Five minutes," he said against my hair. "Give me five minutes."

"Of what?"

His lips dropped to my ear, giving it another wickedly hot lick. "Of everything."

My thighs pressed together, my pussy throbbing like crazy. Annette would probably take her time with Zeus, right? Five minutes wasn’t so bad for a little fun. Five minutes of Finnegan fucking the living daylights out of pussy.

"Five minutes," I whimpered. "And then I’m finding my friend."

"Deal."

I had not known there were more floors in the club. In all the months of Sanctuary, I hadn’t ever gone past the basic package.

He steered me towards the VIP elevator down a corridor. Two bouncers flanked on each side like enormous giants. Their grim expressions looking like they were ready to tear apart anyone who tried nonsense. Ares pressed his pass to the reader between them and they stepped aside without a word as the elevator opened.

A voice in my head yapped on and on about how much of a bad idea this was. I knew it was.

But after tonight, I won’t be coming here anymore, right?

Five minutes with him didn’t sound so bad for a farewell, did it?

When it came to his wild ride, my brain went all mushy. The doors opened on a luxury floor. The corridor was lined with thick red carpet, golden lights gleaming in the chandeliers above.

"How many floors does this club have exactly?" I whispered in awe as Ares guided me to a door.

"Enough," he grunted, popped the door open and pushed me in.

The room was lit with a similar golden light in the corridor. There was a wide bed against one wall and a floor-length mirror opposite it. Music filtered through the ceiling in a low tone.

I turned to tell him his five minutes started now, but the brute smashed his lips on mine in a violent, passionate kiss.

He kissed me, hard and hot, both hands in my hair, his mouth on mine and I turned into fucking pudding. My fingers grabbed at his hair, wanting him even closer. I sucked on his tongue greedily, reaching between us to run my fingers down his chest. His muscles rippled under my touch and he pulled back in a groan.

I put both hands on his chest and pushed. His legs moved backwards until they hit the bed. His cock tented in his pants as he sat in it, gazing up at me with those burning eyes.

God I had missed this so much.

Placing one knee on the bed beside his thigh, then the other, I dropped on his lap, gasping at the feel of his cock under my thighs. My own slickness dripped against my inner thighs as I rolled my hips slowly. Every muscle in his face pulled taut.

"Aphrodite,"

"Mhmm," I rolled my hips again, grinding my cunt down on his cock, drenching his pants with my juices.

His hands flew to my hips, pushing up my dress until my bare ass hung out.

I moaned when his hot hands grabbed my ass cheeks, squeezing and slapping them lightly as I danced on his lap. I leaned in until my lips grazed his jaw, his neck, his throat, my hands running up his chest, feeling the muscle jump under my palms.

"Christ!" His grip on my ass tightened, fingers digging into my plump ass.

I arched back, one hand in my own hair, the other flat on his chest, and rolled my hips in a slow grinding wave. He hissed through his teeth, his cock straining against his trousers. His head dropped back for one second before he caught himself.

"Your five minutes is almost up, Ares," I taunted, leaning forward to drop a kiss on his lips.

"Fuck the five minutes," he spat roughly, and flipped us over, pinning me against the bed.