Ares tastes like magic and he leaves me breathless for a few seconds. I stare into his eyes, how anyone can not want to be with him after looking in his eyes is beyond me. Wait, what am I talking about? I blink and come back to reality. Ares gives the barest hint of a smile before going around to the driver’s side. I get in and look back at the club, the door is closing. It makes sense now. He wanted to make sure his ex saw that, which is fine. It does make me wonder why Ares works so much. I mean, it’s not like he doesn’t have dozens of people at his fingertips, and from what I seen with Daevin, he can easily spend his time doing practically whatever.

“Are you ok with all of that?” he asks brining me out of my thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, I’m good. Giovanni got the hint,” I answer. I look over and see him nod. I look down at my lap, “He…misses you.”

“Then he shouldn’t have cheated on me.”

“Did you ask him why he did it?”

“There was no need.”

“He said it was because you weren’t there. And that he wanted you to catch him in the act to let you know the consequences of not being there for him.”

“Did he mean about the first time or the second time?”

“Huh?”

“I threw him out the second time he cheated on me. The first time I let it go. There was so much going on at Siren at the time I couldn’t deal with that as well. When things had calmed down I had forgotten about it. Then I caught him in the act and remembered the first time. I wasn’t in the mood to hear anything so I told him to leave. He knew that my job took up a lot of my time when he first met me.”

“Oh.”

“What’s done is done.”

“Do you…miss him?”

Silence. Ok, maybe I’m stepping over the line here. The rest of the ride back to Siren stayed in that silence. Oh crap, I think I’ve made my boss mad at me. We get to the parking deck and Ares stops behind my truck.

“You’re done for the day. Get some rest.”

“…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“I’ll see you at seven.”

I take the hint and nod and get out.

 

The first thing I do when I get inside my apartment is find the nearest mirror. I stare at my lips for some strange reason, like there would be some trace of his kiss still there. The kiss was gentle, almost chaste. My cheeks flame up like a schoolgirl. I shake my head and leave the half bath in the hall. I take off my jacket and sit down on the couch. As I loosen my tie my stomach makes itself known. Crap, it’s been a while since I’ve eaten. I head into the kitchen and grab a phonebook. I haven’t had time to stock this place so I know there’s no point in looking. I come across a Chinese place and order from there and thirty minutes later I’m nice and stuffed full of sesame chicken and egg rolls. I head into my office area and look over the homework that I’ve yet to finish. I know that I won’t be able to get back to school this week so I putter around with some of it, finishing the shortest assignments and completely ignoring the longer ones. I yawn after an hour of reading one of my history books. I need a nap. As I get up and head to my bedroom I can’t help but think that my routine’s gonna be like this for a while.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~

 

 “Ah so you’re here Daniels,” comes a voice. I turn around to see Mr. Daevin coming over to my desk, “Now where is your boss? He’s not answering his phone.”

“He stepped out to check up on the Brogue upgrades. He’ll be back in an hour,” I answer the company owner.

“It seems you’re adjusting well to your new job Daniels. I knew you could handle this place.”

“It not as difficult when you don’t factor in all of…the other…things.”

Daevin comes around to my side of the desk and leans against it, “You mean the sex right?”

I nod and look back at my screen. I hear Daevin chuckle.

“Come on Daniels, most eighteen year olds would love to work in a place like this.”

“I'm not most eighteen year olds.”

“That is true, you aren’t. Most eighteen year olds don’t have a three million dollar debt.”

“Three million!” I say whipping my chair around to face him.

“Chambers didn’t tell you?”

“No…”

“Well that’s what James Markham owes me and I do want my money back.”

“Why not make him work here instead of me?”

“I doubt he could handle this kind of work Daniels,” Daevin says, “And besides, you’re a lot easier on the eyes than he is.”

“So that bastard got out of paying you back the money by whoring me out to you?”

“In the crudest of terms, yes.”

I lean back in my chair and put my hands over my face, my fingers gripping my bangs tightly. I can’t believe she let James do this to me! What the bloody fucking hell! My thoughts are interrupted when I feel a hand on my knee. I part my hands and see Daevin squatting in front of me. Oh great, what’s he gonna do now, blow me?”

“You ok Daniels?” he asks.

“No, I’m pissed,” I answer, “How the hell could she let him do this to me?”

“My guess is he’s very good at persuading her.”

“Fuckin’ bastard,” I mutter and drop my hands. I feel Daevin’s hands start to inch up my thighs. When will these fuckers quit? I put my hands over his, “Sir, I’m really in no mood to have anyone jacking me off right now.”

“That’s fine,” he replies, “I have no problem giving you a blow. To be honest, I liked the taste of you.”

“I’m not in the mood for that either.”

He smiles and his left hand comes over my piece, “I’m sure Chambers will help you if you don’t want mine.”

I pluck his hand from my piece, “Yeah Ares and I don’t do that,” Yeah, like I’m gonna tell him that he’s all ready gotten me off the last time he felt the need to mess with my piece.

“Chambers hasn’t touched you?”

“No. If he had it wouldn’t be any of your business.”

Daevin cocks his head to the side a bit, “He really hasn’t done anything with you.”

“Why do you sound surprised to hear that?”

“Chambers has wanted you from the first time he saw your photograph after Markham convinced your mom to kick you out. His surveillance team was keeping track of you while you were disregarding the emails. When you finally answered, he said that he’d be present at your interview. He didn’t want Rex or Wren to get their hands on you.”

“Yeah right.”

“No, really. He wanted you something awful Daniels. I’ve never seen him act that way before, not even when he was given his last assistant, and there’s not much difference between you two.”

“How so?”

“You both have long hair and exotic eyes. His are more of a mist color. He’s also a bit more tan than you are but other than that you could pass for relatives.”

“Is that the reason why people stare at me? ‘Cause I look like that other guy?”

“That could be one reason,” Daevin says, his hands now back at my zipper. I take hold of his wrists and he looks at me sharply like that day he was chewing people out in that meeting. I let go, I really don’t this guy mad at me, “Another could be because you’re worth looking at,” Daevin unzips my fly and reaches in. I take a breath as he pulls out my piece, “I really don’t see why Chambers isn’t having his way with you,” he says stroking me to life. Shit, why does this man have to do this? I then find myself sliding down in my chair and closing my eyes, his hand stroking in a nice steady movement along my shaft. My eyes open half way when I feel wet heat around my head.

Oh…shit…

The owner of Siren Corporation is sucking on my piece…and he’s good at it! I hear him moan as he licks my weeping slit and I have to fight not to thrust into that wonderful heat. I don’t want to fuck his mouth.

I want to fuck Ares’s.

I close my eyes again as he bobs on my head, milking my cum, from me. I can’t help but think of Ares doing this to me. That kiss is still in my head. It was the reason I jacked off as soon as I got home and as soon as I woke up. His lips felt so soft and tender. Why in the hell would someone willingly cheat on a guy with lips like those? And the way he held me when he got me off in the bathroom…Fuck!

“Ares….” I moan softly as my shaft is being pumped. It suddenly stopped along with the mouth sucking on my head. I open my eyes and looked down…into Daevin’s eyes.

“So he has been playing with you,” Daevin says with a smirk.

“I wish,” I say absent mindedly.

“So you want him to play with you.”

My eyes widen, “No! I don’t want my boss playing with me!”

Too late, damage done.

Daevin smiles, “Sure…keep tellin’ yourself that Daniels,” he says then he starts tucking my hard dripping piece back in my pants like last time. He stands up and straightens his jacket, “When Chambers comes back have him call me,” and leaves; leaves me hard up like before. Asshole.

I’m about to get up and run off to the bathroom to take care of this when a comp guy comes in with forms for me to sign. And of course he just has to explain each one. Geez people, I’ve got a freakin’ hard-on you guys should know this. I know you all were looking! As soon as I'm done signing he leaves….and Ares comes in. Just fuckin’ great!

“Mr. Daevin wants you to call him,” I say quickly getting up and heading towards the bathroom and not waiting for a reply. I’ve had this wood for a solid fifteen minutes and I need to get rid of it now damn it!

I go into the bathroom and close the door and drop my pants and boxers. I’m too preoccupied with trying to bust a nut to notice that Ares is standing right behind me, until his arms come around me, and his hands still mine.

“Calm down,” he says in my ear. I start whimpering. Damn it people I’m hard and I need to blow my load for fuck’s sake! He takes my hand off my piece and replaces it with his. My hips start moving to thrust into his hand when he loosens his grip. I try to grip my piece but he stops my attempts.

“Damn it Ares I need to get off so stop playing with me!”

“Then calm down and I will.”

I heave out a large sigh and still myself. His hand grips my piece again and I bite my lip in frustration. I want to thrust so badly. I seriously need to feel his hand sliding along my shaft. His other hand comes down and cups my balls and I moan desperately.

“Ar...es…please…,” I pant.

“Lean into me,” he says. I’m too worked up not to comply. I lean back into him and he starts stroking me. God it feels good. My moans get louder as Ares fondles my balls in harmony with stroking my piece. My eyes roll back in my head as he speeds up slightly. My breath quickens as I feel my ball shift in his nice warm hand.

“Please…faster…,” I beg.

His lips tickle the shell of my ear, “No.”

I sob at the denial. Fuck, Ares I want you stroking me faster!

“What did Daevin do to you?”

“He…ah…was…fuck…stro…mmmmm…stroking….shit…mmmm…fuck Ares get me off!”

“What did he do to you?” he asks again.

“HewasgivingmeafuckingblowjobandIcalledoutyournamenowgetmethefuckoff!!!”

Ares blessedly moves his hand faster and in seconds I’m screaming my release. After the last shot leaves me, my legs give out. Ares eases us down to the floor. I rest my head on his shoulder as I fight to regain control of my breathing. Damn, I’m tired…

 

I open my eyes as I hear a phone snap shut. Where the fuck am I? Then my memory kicks in. I’m in the bathroom. Daevin got me hard and bothered again. My breathing picks up. Holy shit! Ares got me off again!

“Calm down.”

Fuck! He’s still here! I try to get up but his arm keeps me to him.

“Calm down Sky. I’m not upset with you. I’m upset with Daevin.”

“Huh? What?”

“Daevin knew I was out when he came by,” he says, his voice hinted at his anger, “What did you two talk about?”

“My…the debt that James put on me and why people like to stare at me.”

“You have a similar appearance to Kenneth.”

“Who?”

“My last assistant.”

“That much?”

“Mainly the long hair and eyes. It’s more so because you look more attractive than he. And that you’re my assistant. Many believe the same thing that happened to him will happen to you. Most of the people looking at you have had their way with Kenneth and wonder what you’d be like.”

“Is that why you keep me close to you so much? So the same doesn’t happen to me?”

“Part of the reason.”

“Part?”

His phone rings and interrupts our conversation in the dark. His arm is still around me and I go back to the internal debate of whether or not to move it when he closes his phone again. His hand comes over my piece and hormonal as it is it reacts. Geez, I don’t have the time to please you every freakin’ minute of the day!

“Do you need more?” he asks quietly.

“I…I…,” fuck, I don’t know what to say. My piece wants it whether I say yes or no. I sigh, “…yes.”

His fingertips ghost over my piece and it twitches happily. Damn you, you evil lump of sensitive nerve endings! His fingers play long my head before enclosing my head in his palm. I let out a soft moan as he strokes my head in short motions. I can’t believe I'm letting my boss get me off…again! He moves down my shaft and by instinct I spread my legs. His other hand is at work unbuttoning my shirt then comes up to loosen my tie. I dimly hear the fabric of my tie slipping around my collar as Ares appeases my piece. The top button on my shirt is undone and I feel a lot better. His questing hand is under my beater and comes in contact with my stomach. As great as his hand feels on my piece, it feels absolutely electric on my abs. He moves further up my chest until he reaches his goal, my nipples. As soon as he comes in contact with my right nipple I arch into his touch. He gently tugs on my hard nub just as his index finger runs over my slit. A shock of pleasure runs through me from my nipple to the head of my piece, making me gasp loudly….

 

I wake up to the sight of Ares staring at me. I fell asleep at my desk. We came in from our last meeting with Daevin about the outside meetings from today and yesterday. I started working on the stack of papers sitting on my desk. I only put my head down for a minute…

“Are you tired?”

I look at the clock, seven fifty-three in the evening. We had thirteen meetings today, “Just a little. Sorry.”

“Are you ok?”

And that’s when my body decided to let me know that it liked what I was dreaming about.

“I…uh…gotta go to the bathroom,” I say getting up and running out of my workspace. I get inside and close the door. As I’m pulling down my zipper I reach back and lock the door. No, I am not letting that part of my dream come true.  It had been two weeks since our meeting with his ex. I still can’t get that kiss out of my head. I mean, he was just doing it for show. But it comes back up again and my brain just runs with it. Geez, Daevin giving me a blowjob? Oh hell… And there’s also the lovely wonderful information about James’s debt to Siren. The fuckin’ bastard owes…well owed three million to Daevin and now I’ve got to pay it off…grrr! I stroke myself hard almost wishing I were choking that asshole. My piece doesn’t seem to mind the treatment as I’m steadily weeping liquid, drops landing with a light splat on the marble floor of the bathroom. I admit, it does feel good, like I’m drilling someone hot young stud hard and fast. I let a moan come out and lean against the wall next to the shower. I turn a bit and make sure my piece is facing the shower. My breathing picks up as I reach down with my other hand and play with my balls. I then stroke faster when I try to imagine what Ares’s hand would feel like cupping my balls instead of mine. Fuck! Why do I have to keep putting him in my dreams? Too late, I let out a harsh breath as I blow my load into the shower. I need to get a boyfriend…

 

 

I’m at my apartment working on a paper when I hear a knock at my door. I had a relatively easy day at work today and was done with all Ares needed me to do by three. I was glad to hightail it out of there and get home. I needed to finish my research on my paper that was due in three days and it was dark out by the time I started typing. My professors aren’t really keen on the fact that I’m not in class a lot, but a few don’t mind since I do manage to get my assignments turned in on time. I totally thank magic, now being able to pull all-nighters and technology that allows me to email my assignments to them. Four months into working at Siren and I’m finally finding some kind of routine, expect to be called in at any time of the day or night and have plenty of excuses on hand for my professors. One knows that I work at Siren and kinda understands but I get the feeling she’s not going to cut me any more slack than what she’s already given me.

I open the door and eyes nearly pop out of my head and my mouth falls open. It’s Ares…and he’s not in a suit. He’s decked out in a dark gray silk button down shirt with the top two buttons undone and a pair of black jeans that look like they were painted on him and polished black  biker style boots that have that dull shine to them that’s really cool. Holy moly does he ever look hot! I close my mouth and continue to look him up and down. Did I mention that he looks fuckin’ hot? Ok yeah, since that staged kiss I’ve thought more about my boss. I know there’s more to him than just his work. There has to be if someone as hot as Giovanni misses him like he says he does.

“Are you busy?” he asks.

“I…uh…um…” yeah, I really can’t form words at the moment. I’ve never seen him look like this. He’s fuckin’ hot.

“Daniels.”

I shake my head and try to come back to reality. “Yeah boss?”

“Can I come in?”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, I’m sorry,” I say stepping aside and letting him enter. I bite my lip as I turn back around after closing the door and catch the backside of this walking god of sex as he heads to the living room. I close my eyes after drifting them down to the most….ooooo, good lord have mercy does he have a fine ass! It practically begs to have hands touching it, squeezing it. It’s a good thing I’ve got on baggy black shorts and a triple extra large shirt on right now or I’d be in some kind of trouble if he saw the wood I’m sportin’ right now. I seriously need a boyfriend.

“Are you ok Daniels?” I hear him ask. I pop open my eyes and look at him, and notice that I’m two steps away from walking right into the couch. Hell, when did I start walking?

“I…um, I’m just…kinda….well shocked is more like it to see ya boss.”

“Stop calling me boss. My name is Ares,” he says.

“Oh, sorry Ares,” I say looking down and picking imaginary lint off of the couch, “Um, so what brings you here?”

“Do you have any plans tonight?”

“Uh, no. I was just gonna finish up my paper and just be lazy.”

“Would you like to come with me tonight?”

Oh sweet holy hell would I love to cum with you right now! “Uh, sure. Where we goin’?”

“Fire.”

“Oh, ok. Um, let me just finish typing this last page and I’ll get ready,” I say walking around and sitting on the couch and pulling my laptop into my lap to cover my piece.

“Take your time. We’re off for the next week,” he says sitting at the other end of the couch.

I turn my head and look at him, “We are? Wait, what do you mean we?”

“Daevin thinks I’ve been pushing myself too much the last four months and ordered me to take time off, and you as well so you can take your midterms without too much stress from work.”

“Oh, that’s nice of him. I mean to give you time off. You didn’t have an assistant for eight months so I’m guessing he thinks you deserve it.”

“The time off is for you as well.”

“Yeah,” I say looking back at my screen. We lapse into silence and I go back to typing the last page of my paper. Geez, why professors want to read fifteen page papers and have like twenty-five to thirty people in their class is beyond me. A quarter of a paragraph in to the second one on the page I pull my braid out from behind me and brush the end against my cheek. I have the strangest habit of doing this when I’m thinking about the right word or sentence to use in a paper.

“What’s your paper on?”

I totally forgot that Ares was here…sitting in my apartment, on the same couch. How the hell I can forget something like that is way beyond me. Damn professors and their long ass assignments! I snap my head in his direction. He arches a brow at me, “Oh, um, it’s on the design structure of Japanese houses and how space is utilized.”

He nods and I feel my cheeks warming up. I then realize that I’ve got the end of my braid in my hand. My cheeks are getting warmer. I drop the end and go back to typing. Six minutes later I’m done with the page and my cheeks are back to normal and my piece behaves for one and calms down. I save my paper and sit my laptop on the coffee table.

“I won’t take long Ares,” I say getting up and heading down the hall.

“I’m in no hurry Daniels. Giovanni keeps his club open ‘til three a.m.”

I head to my bedroom and open up the closet. Despite having to pay back three million dollars, I still get a fat paycheck from Siren so I’ve been able to increase my wardrobe. There are mostly suits and the like but I’ve managed to add in some clubbin’ outfits into the mix. I pull out a pair of almost faded white blue jeans that hug everything just right and a black top with a black mesh-like shirt with sleeves that reach down to the start of my fingers. I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower and unbraid my hair. I step under the spray and sigh. Man it feels good having warm water run all over you and through your hair. I let the water pour over me for a minute then set out washing my hair. I’ve got it down to being able to wash and condition these lock in under seven minutes, hell yeah! A few minutes later I’m rinsed clean and drying away at my hair. I did find that same hairdryer that Ares has at the office and I'm lovin’ it. Soon I’m out of the bathroom and pulling on my clothes. The only downside about these jeans is that you really can’t wear boxers with them and I’ve never really liked those boxer briefs and there’s no way in hell I’d ever wear those guy thongs, so commando it is. I don’t mind. I mean I will be in a club that’s packed with people so I’m bound to get hot sooner or later. I slide on a pair of boots with all kinds of gleaming silver metal and slip on a metal choker that goes quite well with these boots. I gather my locks and pull them back into a low ponytail with a few more ties holding them in place down my back. I head into the living room and see Ares closing his phone. He looks me over the same way he did the first time we went to Fire.

And of course, I say the same thing I said then, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s a good look on you,” he replies.

 

 

We arrive at Fire and as expected there’s a line wrapped around the building. We walk up to the door and the bouncer holding the crowd at bay smiles and another one opens the door for us. The main floor is flooded with people and sound. A remix of a Rihanna song is playing and has many people moving on the dance floor. 

“Where do you want to go first?” Ares speaks into my ear above the song. I point towards the floor and he nods. We weave our way through the crowd to the inside downstairs entrance and descend into The Underground Fire. We come down into the sound of Tiesto’s Lethal Industry, people are moving their heads and the lights blaze and dance overhead in time with the music. Man this club is awesome! As soon as my feet touch the ground I’m in a flow with the music and forget that Ares was behind me. A Scooter song starts up and I’m lost within the movement of jostling bodies as the people around me sing to the beats.

After I don’t know how many songs I look around for Ares. I spot him in a flash of strobe light at the back of the room standing at the bar and talking to one of the bartenders. The bartender nods and then moves off to help other thirsty dancers as I start my way to him. As I’m working my way through the crowd I feel am arm come about my waist. I stop and look to my right and see this rather yummy looking guy smiling at me. He leans in to my ear, “You move well,” he says his arm pulling me closer to him, “dance with me for a bit.” The DJ starts up another set and the guy has me plastered to the front of him, his hips grinding into me and his cock letting me know that he likes what he sees…a lot. I try to move in his flow, but it’s not helping that his hand has found its way into my back pocket and he has a solid grip on my ass cheek. He leans into me and I’m trying to hear him, but the fucker’s got his hands all over me. His hand comes to the front of my jeans wanting in and I have to push him away. He comes back at me and I step back, right into someone. I turn around to apologize when I see it’s Ares. The guy grabs my ass to get my attention. I turn around and glare at him. He smiles at me for a second then Ares puts his arm around me and brings me closer to him. The guys steps to me and I shake my head at him. He looks at Ares and I guess it was his expression that told the guy to back off ‘cause he looks at me with that ‘you’re not that hot’ look and goes off into the crowd. Ares guides me back to the bar and the bartender hands me a bottle of water.

“Are you all right?” he asks.
          I nod and drink down the much needed water, “Let’s go up and check out the top floor,” I say putting the cap back on the now empty bottle. Ares nods and we head up to the newly opened upper level. The whole way up Ares stayed as close to me as he would allow himself to get, fending off oncoming advancers and chicks out to get drinks out of us. On the top floor we’re greeted by another employee and shown over to a reserved table. I sink down into the plush soft white leather with a sigh. Ares sits close beside me as a server comes around and asks our order. Ares orders two rum and cokes and the server goes off to place the order.

“Uh, you do know that I’m not old enough to drink out in public right?” I lean over and whisper to him. Just then Giovanni appears in front of us with our drinks.

“Good evening gentlemen,” he says sitting the tumblers in front of us before sitting down across from Ares. Ares leans over and picks up the drinks and hands one to me. I take it hesitantly, my eyes trying to look everywhere but at the club’s owner that knows I’m not old enough to have this in my hand.

“It’s ok Daniels,” Ares says whispering back to me, his breath against my skin making my eyes close half mast, “I’m the one responsible for you here. Besides you need it after that guy.”

I smile and bring the glass to my lips and take a swig. Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about! I love this bartender, seventy-thirty alcohol side. What, I know how to get my drink on, stop hatin’.

“Just make sure he doesn’t go overboard Ares,” Giovanni says grinning at us, “Otherwise you'll have to carry him out of here. But I’m sure you wouldn’t mind that now would you.”

Halfway through my drink I take it from my lips and hold it in my lap, “This place is wonderful Giovanni.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it Sky,” he replies then leans forward, “You know, I’ve been trying to get Ares here since it opened but he’s always made up some excuse not to. How did you do it?”

I shrug, “He’s been working hard lately so I figure why not let loose for an evening,” I say falling back into the “couple” role. I look at Ares as he takes a sip of his drink, “Then there’s always the added bonus that he can have his way with me when we leave,” I say grinning at my “boyfriend”.  

We continue talking about this and that with Ares joining in in various spots along the way. He’s also getting me more drinks. Who would have thought Ares would be contributing to the delinquency of a minor. For shame! Yeah right, like I care. It’s not like I have to go to work in the morning and since tomorrow’s Saturday, no school either.

Giovanni gets called away to do business and Ares and I sit and take in the completed look of the top floor. The atmosphere here is mellow, completely different from the lower two floors. It’s nice. There’s some good R&B in the background and the people up here are grouped together around various round tables littered with drinks and the usual small talk that you get in secluded areas like these. There’s even a small dance floor where a few couples are gettin’ their grind on. Yeah, this level was designed with the specific purpose of scorin’ tail, no doubt about it. If only I were that lucky.

About my sixth drink in I remember that the last time I ate anything was at lunch. Oh hell, I’m gonna have a hangover in the morning.

“Do you want another?” Ares asks. I shake my head.

“I need to get some of this out of my system,” I say moving to stand up, “I haven’t eaten anything since lunch and I’d like to try and avoid a hangover if possible,” I go to the bathroom and take care of business and decide that I need to get back on the dance floor. I walk back to our table and let Ares know that I’m heading down to the main floor and he nods. Giovanni comes back to the table right as I’m leaving. I just hope I’m not walking like some stumbling idiot. I get downstairs and I hear the DJ starting up a tune and I’m out on the floor among the sea of hot sexy people. Man this place is great.

Five or eight songs in I’m startin’ to feel sleepy. Yeah the liquor’s kickin’ in now. Might as well call it a night, or morning or whatever time it is. I head over to the bar and get a bottle of water and scan the area for my boss. He’s such a wonderful boss, takin’ me out, gettin’ me hammered, givin’ me some time off so I can take my midterms in peace. I love ‘im. Wait, did I just say that? Yeah, it’s the alcohol talkin’ now. I spot Ares coming down the stairs with Giovanni and I make my way around the edge of the crowd so I don’t have an occurrence like last time on the floor below. As soon as I come close to him I wrap my arm around his waist and rest my head on his shoulder. I feel his arm come around me and I smile. This would be great if we really were a couple, but at least he’s playing the part and that’ll keep others at bay.

“Looks like someone’s ready to call it a night,” Giovanni says smiling at me.

“Yeah, Ares still has to have his way with me,” I reply as I slide my hand down to that gorgeous ass and give it a squeeze. Hey, I’m tipsy, it’s not like he’ll hold it against me. Besides, he was the one orderin’ the drinks.

“Try not to wear him out Ares,” he says to my jade-eyed god. Man I love this place. Ares doesn’t say anything so I guess he nods or something. I’m too busy watching the lights flicker and change. Man I’m hot, temperature wise, I know I look hot.

“Let’s go hon, I’m ready to get naked,” I say rubbing my nose along his jawline. I hear Giovanni laughing.

“Better get him home Ares. I’ll talk to you two later.”

I feel Ares move and we make our way to the exit. Once outside the cooler air makes me sigh. Yeah I need to get home. I’m leanin’ and I’m hungry. That combination in the past has led to a couple one-nighters. Shockingly enough, I remember them all. Soon enough we’re back at the Acropolis and Ares has me about the waist walking me down the hallway to my apartment. He smells good. The cologne he’s got on suits him. As we come to my door I slip my hand in my pocket and pull out my keys and Ares takes them from me and unlocks the door. He opens it and I walk in in front of him, pulling my keys out of the door and placing them on the small table just past the door. I said I’m leaning, not all out drunk, there is a difference.

“I’ll make you some coffee,” he says walking into the kitchen as I come into the living area. Normally when I come out of a club, I like peace and quite, but this time I want to hear more music. I turn on my stereo and one of the CDs that I burned the other day starts playing. Delerium fills the room slowly and I close my eyes. I like this song, Daylight. It makes me feel warm when I hear it and I start moving, “Are you ok?” Ares asks coming up behind me. I turn around and look at my sexy boss. Damn he is hot.

“Hey Ares, dance with me?” I say stepping closer to him.

“Dancing is not my thing Daniels,” he responds. I slip my arms around his waist and rest my head on his shoulder again.

“Just move with me, that’s all,” I say and start moving again. He moves with me wonderfully. Dancin’s not his thing, blah. The song ends and that Jay Chou song I remember hearing from one of my classmates starts. I have no clue what he’s saying, but the beat is perfect to move to. It sounds like something you can get your groove on to. And on cue, my body decides that it wants to get some. Fuck it, it’s not like he’ll get mad at me, he’ll just think that it’s the liquor talkin’ that’s all. I press my body closer to Ares, damn he feels good, “Ares,” I whisper against his neck.

“What is it?” I hear him reply. I shiver when I feel the vibration of his voice. My piece loves it.

“I need to get off.”

“Do you want me to get you off?”

“Yes.”

“Come over to the couch,” he says stepping away from me. I take his hand and shake my head.

“No, the bedroom,” I say and pull him down the hallway with me. We come inside my room and I sit down on the bed. I look at him as he kneels in front of me and takes off my boots and socks. Man alive I want to touch those lips with mine. I want to bury my hands in his hair and lick his tonsils. Man I’m hot. I take the hem of my shirts in my hands and pull them up over my head and off. There wasn’t a whole lot of material but I feel much better now that it’s off me. I reach down and unbutton my jeans as Ares disappears into the bathroom. I stand up to take my pants off. Geez, they’re sticking to me and I’m hard, not a good combination. I look down at my jeans and try not to hurt my piece getting them off. I wiggle my hips and get my jeans down over my ass when I see Ares’s boots walking along in the air side by side. I blink and look up further to find that he’s taken them off and is placing them at the foot of the bed. Yeah, really gotta remember to eat before I go clubbin’ with my boss.

“Do you need help?” he asks placing a hand towel on the night table.

“Naw, they’re over my ass now,” I say sitting back down on the bed and sliding them off my legs. Ah, that’s much better. I’m about to slide back against the headboard when Ares stops me. He climbs into bed and stretches his legs out on either side of me. He then motions for me to scoot back and lean against him. Hell yeah, I’ll lean against you. I pull my hair over my shoulder and lean back into that nice chest of his. I want to feel his skin. His arms come under mine and rest just above my navel.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks softly, his hands not moving. I nod and put my hands over his to push them down to my eagerly awaiting piece. His doesn’t budge, “Tell me Daniels.”

“Yes I want this Ares,” I say closing my eyes and wishing he would get started. He presses his hands flat against my stomach and I feel every single nook and ridge. Oh man… His hands move up my chest slowly, every spot they touch blazes. Damn I love this guy’s hands. His fingertips come in contact with my nipples and I arch into them, my mouth falling open. He presses my chest back against him and one hand makes the journey south and my piece is twitching with excitement. I open my eyes a bit and watch as his index and middle finger trace lightly over the bulging veins all the way down to the base. I turn my head to face his and kiss his cheek repeatedly while his ring and pinky trace their way back up to my weeping tip. His hand comes around my piece and I thrust into his wonderful hand.

“Don’t move,” I hear him say. I whimper and stay still. His left hand captures the end of my bound hair and brings it to my nipples. I shudder as the drags the tip of my hair first over my left nipple and then my right. Damn they’re so hard, just like my piece. His hands feels so good I just want to writhe but my god of war wants me to stay put so I have to be good. Ares starts stroking me and I’m not holding back my sounds of pleasure, he’s heard them before. He lets go of my hair and his left hand comes down my body at the same pace it went up, making sure I feel him as he touches me. His left hand stops as his fingers come to the small pool of cum on my stomach as his right pumps my shaft in steady strokes. His thumb brushes over my slit and more liquid come out in response.

“Please,” I moan, “faster…please…”

His hand moves somewhat faster but I want more. He squeezes me just right and I have to buck into his hand, my body is on fire now. Fortunately my god of war takes pity on me and strokes faster.  His left hand comes to my hip as his right pumps me, drawing lustful moans from between my lips. My hands come to his rest on his forearms, my head back and my voice loud as my pleasure increases. He feels so good, his body is like it’s made for me to be against, his hands made to drive me wild with pleasure. I grip his forearms tighter the closer my orgasm approaches I can feel his breath wash over my right shoulder as I close my eyes and let my body feel him take me over. I feel his left hand go to the base of my piece and his right starts stroking my head and my breath gets shallower. My stomach feels so tight….heat is pooling there. My balls are shifting and the pressure increases I feel his fingers graze over my sac as he squeezes my head just….a…bit….more….

 

I feel something wet moving over my stomach and I open my eyes. I look down and see a hand moving a towel over my stomach. It’s Ares’s hand and the last minutes of lost time come back to me, and to my body. My piece stirs as I remember what just happened. His hands feeling so damn good on my hot skin. I moan as Ares pulls the cloth away and places his hands at my hips.

“Are you ok?” he asks in that quiet voice of his. I lean my head against his and give a small shake. I need more. His hand comes over my piece and it’s coming to life like the last time didn’t happen. That dream enters my mind where I see Daevin sucking me off and I had wished it was Ares. Then that second meeting we had with him my second day came to my mind when Daevin took a taste of me.

“More,” I whisper. He closes his hand around my piece again and strokes slowly, “Why…did you lie….to him?”

“To who?” he asks, hand not ceasing.

“Mr. Daevin. You told him you never tasted me…why?”

Ares was silent for a moment, “It’s not his business to know,” Ares grips me a little tighter but still keeps his slow pace and I moan against his cheek.

“Ares?”

“Yes.”

“Taste me, please?”

“You want me to?”

“Please Ares,” I say. I want his mouth on me, “Please. I…want to feel…your mouth…on me. I want to be in your mouth.”

 Ares releases my piece and sits me up and slips from behind me. I slide back an little and lean back against the pillow and sigh at the warmth he leaves. Ares comes back onto the bed and I spread my legs for him. His hands ghost along my thigh and come to my hips as he settles between my legs looking at me whole time. His jade eyes burn into me, making me harder. My mouth parts and I pant wanting him to take me into his mouth. My piece twitches wanting to be held in his hands, to be in his mouth. He places kisses along my left thigh and I moan, “Please, Ares…” I feel his breath against my piece and I shiver. His hand takes hold of me and my eyes close partly to where I only see his lips as they come just above the tip of my piece, a bead of cum already waiting for him to lap up. His mouth closes around my head and I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. His hands hold my hips in place as his tongue licks over my slit and I moan and want to put more of me inside him. His tongue covers every centimeter of my head licking at a deliciously torturous pace that has my eyes rolling. Ares then makes his descent down my throbbing shaft and I cry out at the exquisite wet heat and talented tongue that is my god of war. My hands come over his as my legs open wider and his hands move to the inside of my thighs holding them steady as he comes back up my shaft, his tongue slowly mapping out the veins underneath. I open my eyes and take in the sight of my piece being revealed from his mouth and then disappearing again. I feel my head going down his throat and then he swallows around it and I could cum right then. No one has ever deep throated me before and hot damn does it feel good! My fingers itch to bury themselves in his hair but I keep myself from that temptation, how, I don’t know. Ares bobs on my piece like a lover should, drawing out every once of pleasure he can get from me.

“Fuck…Ares….ohhh….”

His starts moving faster and I’m in heaven. That heavy tight feeling is back in my stomach and I grip his hands. He comes to my head and his tongue is sinfully wicked on my slit and the pressure on my head from him sucking….holy…FUCK!

“ARES!” I shout exploding into his moist cavern, my body taut and quivering. I barely feel his hands gently squeezing my thighs as he takes my load. I finally fall limp on my bed and open my eyes just enough to see him swallow. I swear if I didn’t just blow my load I would have done it right then.

 

I finally catch my breath and manage to sit up. Ares is sitting at the side of the bed but still between my spread legs. This man has no fucking idea how hot he looks right now. I slide down to him, my right leg bent over the side.

“Do you feel better?” he asks. I nod and rest my head on his shoulder. Somehow, I’m not put off by him touching me like this. Maybe it’s because I work with him constantly even though I don’t know much about his life outside of Siren. I place my right hand on his thigh. Damn his thigh feels good. I can’t help but move my hand along it and come across something…

Holy…shit…

Ares is hung like a fucking horse…

And it has my mouth watering…

I move along his length only a few inches before his hand stops me, “There’s no need to do that,” he says. I lift my head and look into his jade eyes.

“Yes there is,” I say back.

“No, there isn’t I can deal with it.”

“…You can take me…if you want. I don’t mind.”

“You don’t like casual sex remember?”

“…It’ll be a way of saying thank you…”

“No.”

“You’re not walkin’ out of here with that monster full on.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“No I will,” I say moving his hand and reaching for his zipper. His hands come to stop mine again.

“Stop Daniels.”

“Let me take care of it Ares.”

“No.”

“Ares Chambers, if you don’t let me take care of that monster right now I’ll…I’ll tickle you!”

“…What?”

“Giovanni told me you’re ticklish when he was giving me a tour of the club.”

“I’m not ticklish.”

I run my left hand against his side, just below his ribcage. He jerks. I do it again, he jerks and smothers a laugh and grabs my hand.

“Give it up Ares. I know you’re ticklish so it’s either tickling or your cock, pick one.”

He blinks and goes silent for a moment then lets go of my hands, “Fine,” he says just above a whisper. I run my hand over his cock, then to the button of his jeans, his hands stay where they are. I unbutton his jeans and slowly take down the zipper. He’s commando.

“Lie back and lift up,” I say. He lets out a breath and complies.  I shimmy his jean over that gorgeous ass and down his hips, unveiling that magnificent piece of his. I take his jeans off completely before bringing my eyes back to that mouth watering piece of flesh. I run my hands up his thighs then bring them around his piece. It twitches at my touch, as if saying thank you for not taking no for an answer. It’s definitely a cock fit for a god. I look at Ares, his eyes are closed. I bring my eyes back to this marvel of the human male anatomy. It’s time to pay homage to my god of war.