I feel hot and cold at the same time. Man that’s weird. I turn on my side and feel warmth and of course I’m snuggling as close to it as I can. It’s a person…a nicely built person. I run my hand over their back loving the feel of their skin and its peaks and valleys. I come down to their waist and slide my hand over their hip to the flat of their lower abs. Hm, boxers, well hell I knew it was a guy. I just hope he doesn’t mind me molesting him like this. He feels good, since I’m this close hell, why not spoon. I fit myself snuggly against thy guy. I feel a heartbeat and he’s breathing so maybe he’s a deep sleeper. I kinda feel sorry for him, but if you’re in my bed, you’re in my domain and subject to my whims. My hand travels down his boxers, mmm nice, silk. I wander down his thigh and smile at the feel of it. Yeah, this guy takes care of himself. Well, since I’m in the area… I trek over the front and come across, whoa, that’s some piece ya got there partner. My hand gets bolder and decides instead of my brain deciding that it wants to slip inside for a better feel. Mmm, nice and thick. I close my hand around his shaft and pump him a few times. It’s stirring, that’s nice. I stroke with just enough pressure to awaken this wonderful part of the male anatomy. As I feel this piece coming to life my delight is turning to awe. Holy shit, this guy’s huge. I swallow the drool threatening to come out of my mouth. I come up to his head and marvel at its thickness. I travel slowly down his shaft loving the feel of the veins and how it throbs and twitches in my hand. I quest past his shaft to a large set of balls. I bet he can really blow a load.

I pause when I hear and feel him go ‘mmm’. Hey, he likes it. I play with his balls some more and then my piece decides it wants attention too and tells my hips to start moving so it’s rubbing against a nice tight ass. I could get used to waking up like this! After a minute or two of fondling a nice smooth sac my hand decides to get even bolder and take this mouth-watering piece out of the silk boxers. Ah, now I can stroke him better. My piece decides it wants to be as close as humanly possible to these lovely firm cheeks so my hips are pressed against the mystery man. I take stock of the heavy throbbing piece in my hand and starts pumping that wonderful shaft more.

A few strokes in the guy moves and his hand covers mine. I freeze for a second but relax as he starts moving our hands along his shaft. He breathing changes and he leans back into my some. I’m likin’ the feel of him against me. I rest my forehead at the base of his neck and go with it. His fingers interweave with mine and he starts to pick up the pace. I can tell he’s breathing open-mouthed now. Damn he’s got me hard. And for some reason I want to rub my piece against his. I want my flesh against this magnificent piece. I stop our hands and put him back in his boxers to I can slide them off. He turns on his back and I blindly get his off and then shed mine before crawling atop him. Once our pieces meet we both moan. I flex my hips and rub my piece against his as I’m astride his nicely proportioned body. My hands do some more exploring and come to his chest while my piece is having fun getting to know his. I press my lips together to keep from drooling on him. I reach his nipples and find them peaked and begging to be in a mouth…mine. I feel him gasp and his hands come to my hips and he moves against my piece. Oh god…please let this not be a dream. It can’t be… I’m flicking my tongue over his nipples as it’s prisoner in my mouth. As I’m sucking I feel his hands wander over my back and find my braid. Yeah, I’ll let you touch it since you’re letting me molest this gorgeous body of yours. I switch nipples as I feel his hands make their way to my ass and hold me against him as he moves beneath me. Oh shit….it’s too much…I can’t…

### ###

I wake up drenched in sweat. The bloody fucking hell! It was another…wait, where the fuck am I? I look to my left and jump upright. Holy fuck it’s Ares! And he’s buck naked! And he’s facing me! And he's buck naked! I can’t help but look over his body since it’s right there for me to see and it looks like he’s still sleeping. Oh the bloody hell he’s built like a god, I know that now for a fact. And he looks fucking hot sleeping naked. Why is he naked? I look as myself. Why am I naked? Wait, why is my stomach… I touch his and get the same result.

Oh…shit…

I was dry humping my boss…

I scoot away slowly from the man named after the god of war…only to find that my braid is underneath him…and just below his ribcage. FUCK! Now would be a good time not to have long hair. After a few seconds of silent panicking I sigh and give in. Might as well get it over with… I pull my braid some. Ares jerks and curls towards me, a sleepy melodious laugh spilling from his lips. It’s just as beautiful as he is…but he’s still on my braid. Too bad I have to wake him up.

“Ares, you’re on my hair,” I say. Nothing. Fuck, might as well yank it out from under him. I yank he laughs again, then wakes up looking up at me.

“Are you ok?” he asks as if his laughing woke me.

“You were on my hair. I tried not to wake you, but my hair was right at you’re tickle spot so it couldn’t be helped.”

“You’re fine,” he says sitting up fully. He passes a hand over his deliciously cut abs. No you evil piece of flesh stay the fuck down! He looks at me and puts his other hand to my forehead, “Your fever’s broken, good.”

I frown, “I had a fever?” come to think of it, I really hadn’t been feeling so hot the last couple of days.

“I noticed it when you were in the kitchen the other day.”

I blink, “The other day?”

Ares nods, “Today’s Friday. You had that meeting with your professors Wednesday.”

“You mean I’ve been out all this time?”

“Yes.”

“Oh man. I’m sorry boss.”

“Stop calling me that…please.”

I look at him for a moment and it clicks in my head, “He…called you that didn’t he.”

“Yes.”

“Shit Ares I’m sorry.”

He nods and looks away.

“I’m, uh, sorry about the mess, too,” I say as my cheeks heat up, “I guess it was a fever dream, didn’t mean to molest you in your sleep like that.”

“It’s all right. Your body probably needed it anyway.”

“Yeah, but still I mean strippin’ ya naked and climbin’ on top of you like that and just grindin’ away on you like that…” oh fucking great, I just talked myself hard again, “fuck me...” I say aloud. Good job!

“Do you need more?”

I try to turn away and he stops me. His hand comes to my piece and holds it. Man I hate my body sometimes.

“Lie back down.”

“No Ares I’ll deal-,”

“Lie down.”

I look at him. I take my bottom lip between my teeth and do what he says. He lies down on his side facing me. I close my eyes and turn my head away from him.

“Face me.”

My face heats up more and I turn on my side. His hand grips my piece again and strokes gently. I squeeze my eyes tighter.

“Open your eyes.”

I shake my head, “No…please…”

“Are you embarrassed?”

I nod.

“Open your eyes Sky.”

I open them quickly looking at him in surprise.

“Do not be embarrassed about me touching you,” he says and starts stroking me faster. I try to hold onto his jade gaze but the pleasure he's giving me is too much. I bring myself close enough that our heads touch and thrust openly into his hand. I grip his arm and let out a moan. Fuck, I still need more. I release his arm and take hold of his piece and start stroking him. It didn’t take long to have him hard and I took his hand from me and grind my hips into him letting our pieces meet again. I press my body as close as I can to his before Ares decides to pull me on top of him. I guess I’m back in my fever fucking mode again.

I bury my face in the crook of his neck and inhale his scent. Ares rests his hands at my hips while mine start mapping out as much territory as they can. Soon I come to his biceps as my stomach tightens almost painfully and I grip them hard as I cum again on his god-like body. After the last load is spent I rest my forehead on his chest. I shift my hips a bit and feel his cock throbbing with need. I rise up and start to slide down his body when he catches my hips.

“You don’t-,”

“Shut up Ares I’m doin’ it anyway,” I say and take his hands from my hips. I shake his hands away as they go to grab mine and quickly take hold of his piece.

“Sky-,”

“Shut up and let my blow you,” I say to him right before putting his head in my mouth. I suck on his head like I’m taking in the juice from a ripe peach. He’s tasted me so why not? And this time damn it I’m gonna remember it!

I suck and lick his delicious head until he moans from the pleasure. Holy hell he sounds good. I let up from his head with a pop and then map out his entire shaft with my tongue…three times. Seriously, you don’t come by a piece this fuckin’ beautiful every day and if this is the only time it’s ever going to be near my mouth I want to taste all of it! His legs spread and I slip between them and take a handful of his sac. I move down and nuzzle them against my lips before licking them and sucking them happily. I’m going to pay homage to this sexy god of war the best way I can. I come back to his head after licking the underside of his piece and look at him. Damn his eyes are beautiful, and he’s watching me worship his piece with pent up desire that I intend on sucking out of him. His hips rock slightly as I bob on this wonderful creation taking in as much as I can. His moans are louder and I lift up to a sitting position keeping his piece in my mouth the whole time and then stroking his shaft and rolling his sac around in my fingers.

Ares’s breathing is getting shallower and I quicken my efforts to receive his pearly white bounty, “Sky…stop…” he says but of course there’s no way I’m stopping. I want a taste of my god of war and damn it I’m gonna get it!

His hips buck sharply and soon my mouth is flooded with the essence of a god. I suck down every bit of him, moaning between swallows. When he’s finished I take my time and lick his head clean, paying extra attention to his slit before sitting back on my heels and looking over his sweat and cream splattered body. His eyes open slowly once his breathing comes back to normal, those jade orbs intense. He sits up slowly and we stare at each other in silence.

“Why did you do that?”

“You can’t tell me that you weren’t turned on by that both times. I know you say you can take care of yourself but…fuck Ares, why not let me do it? Do you have to be the one in control all the time?”

“Not being in control almost got me killed.”

“And I’m tryin’ to tell you I’m not him. Shit, do I have to cut my hair so I don-,” Ares takes my head between his hands and brings my face centimeters from his.

“You cut your hair and I’ll ship you to Rex permanently. Do I make myself clear Sky Daniels?” his voice cold and serious.

“Cr-Crystal.”

His face softens, his right hand strokes my cheek, “We need a shower.”

“That’s for sure.”

A knock on the door makes me jump. Oh fuck, please let that door be locked!

“Chambers, how is Daniels doing?” comes Mr. Daevin.

“He’s better. His fever had broken.”

“Good good. There’s soup in the kitchen waiting for him. Carry on.”

“Carry on? People still say that?”

“He was in the military when he was younger.”

“Oh.”

“The shower’s through there,” Ares points to a door towards the far corner of the room, “Use whatever you need.”

“You’re not going to join me?”

“I’ll pass.”

“Will you…braid my hair for me?” geez I sound like a girl. I know I’m blushing.

“Sure.”

### ###

“So Mr. Daevin said something about you straightening out my professors,” I say sitting at the island counter eating the most delicious minestrone I’ve ever had, “How did that go?”

“I wanted to strangle your English professor,” Ares says before taking a sip of his coffee, “He had the nerve to call me your pimp.”

“What?”

“Your history professor thought it strange for an eighteen year old to be a personal assistant at such a corporation as Siren.”

“But it’s perfectly ok for me to be a whore? You didn’t tell them about the debt did you?”

“No. I told them you were selected for the position because Daevin knew your mother’s boyfriend.”

“They didn’t believe she kicked me out.”

“And they still don’t, but at least they know that you do work for Siren. I let you department head know if there were any more problems regarding your attendance with any future professors to handle it before I do.”

“How much did you lay into them?”

“They think I’ll take a hit out on them at any time. You’ll probably be feared by your professors until you graduate.”

“It wouldn’t have been so bad if they hadn’t been so bent on believing the worst. I mean hell, there’s no way I could make enough money hooking and working at a club to afford those suits they saw me in.”

“Your English professor asked who my tailor was for the suit I wore that day and I told him and that you were his favorite customer. He got the hint then.”

“What about the others?”

“Your design professors were wondering if Siren will do internships since the design department here is in demand. Your math professor knew me because he frequents Club Yume so he didn’t say anything.”

I snickered, “I always thought he was in the closet.”

“He was there the night we went. He was the one being ridden on the monitor. The one whose face we couldn’t see.”

“Are you serious?”

Ares nods.

“Almost makes me wish I were taking his class in the fall. I could make him squirm the entire time.”