I open my eyes. Did someone get the numbers on
that truck that hit me? What the fuck was I doing yesterday? Oh, yeah, I went
out to Fire…with Ares. Damn, how could he let me drink that much? I run my
fingers through my bangs I sit up and look around. Well, at least I didn’t do
anything crazy like try to paint my room or dress in drag. I slide out of bed
carefully and go into my bathroom. I toss my hair over my shoulder and splash
some cold water on my face to wake up. Damn, I can’t believe I forgot that I
didn’t eat before I started throwing back drinks. Wait, yeah I can. Ares looked
like a fucking sex god last night. My cheeks heat up. I was all over him at the club before we left. I
look down at my hands. Oh hell, I grabbed his ass…a nice, firm ass mind you. I
hope he doesn’t hold that against me. I dry my face and walk slowly out of my
bedroom. Just as I step out of my room I catch the whiff of magic. Yeah, he
made some coffee last night. There’s also scent of eggs and peppers in the air.
I make my way to the kitchen and stop. Ares is standing in my kitchen. And he’s
cooking! I rub my eyes and blink to make sure I’m not seeing things. I walk in
and come within touching distance of him and reach out at finger and touch his
shoulder. He turns his head. Shit, it is
him! I go and sit down at the end of the counter and watch his back as he makes
what smells like omelets. He turns and places the omelets on separate plates
then places one in front of me. Then he brings over two mugs of magic.
“Was I that bad?” I ask picking up a fork and
cutting into the omelet.
“What do you mean?”
“How much of an ass did I act last night?”
“You weren’t acting like an ass last night,”
Ares says sitting down on my right.
“I’m pretty sure I was all over you,” I say
putting some omelet in my mouth. Whoa, this is good.
“You were fine Daniels.”
“You’re sure? I mean I think I’m pretty sure I
said you were gonna have your way with me some time last night.”
“You said it in front of Giovanni. It’s fine.”
“Ok, so why don’t you tell me everything I did
last night. I’m missing a few things.”
“You did nothing out of the ordinary,” Ares
says, “You were having a good time, that’s all.”
I look at him for a minute. Why am I getting
the feeling that he’s not telling me something? Well, I remember Ares dancing
with me when we got back here, so I’m guessing that if anything really ass-worthy
happened it had to be here, “So what happened after the dancing. And don’t skip
out on anything. I remember some things, but I want you to tell me what went
down.”
“You had been drinking Daniels. I don’t hold
anything you did last night against you.”
“So did we have sex?”
“No, but you wanted to.”
“So why didn’t you screw me?”
“I’m not the type of person to do that.”
“Would you have let me screw you?”
“No.”
“How come?”
“I knew you would have felt guilty about it
later.”
“So did you get me off?” I know that happened,
I asked him to do it.
“Yes. You asked me to.”
“So you’ll get me off, but not have sex with
me.”
“If sex were involved you’d be upset with
yourself right now instead of just asking questions about last night,” Ares
says bringing his mug to his lips.
“But why is it different to get someone off
rather than just going ahead and gettin’ down to it?”
“You let your emotions get the better of you.
You said it yourself,” he answers sitting his mug down, “How many one night
stands have you been involved in?”
“…Three.”
“And how did you feel afterwards?”
I look down at the omelet, “…Kinda crappy.”
“And you expected me to do the same with you?”
Yeah, he got me there, “Ok, so why give me a
hand job if you’re not gonna get some relief out of it yourself?”
He looks at me, “You weren’t satisfied with
just a hand job.”
“…Ok so a couple of hand jobs…”
“I only gave you one hand job. The second time
was a blowjob.”
My cheeks heat up. I remember that. So does my
piece. I look him in the eye. If I look at his mouth I’ll have to run to the
bathroom, “I…asked you to do that?”
“Yes.”
“And you did it.”
“You said you needed more,” he replies lifting
a forkful of omelet.
“And if I wanted to return the favor?”
His fork pauses slightly, “I didn’t want you
to.”
“Huh?” Wait a minute, I’m missing something.
“You wanted to return the favor,” Ares says
after swallowing. I have to bite my lip when I see him do that.
“And…you let me?”
“It was that or being tickled.”
“Wha?”
“You said that Giovanni told you about me
being ticklish. I tried to call your bluff but it didn’t work. You said it was
either getting tickled or returning the favor. I went with the latter.”
“So you’d rather get jacked off than tickled?”
I say. I’m surprised by this. I would think a guy like him would just take the
tickling and be done with it. I smirk and put another bite on my fork. Damn, I
wish I remembered jacking him off. I wonder if he’s well equipped down below. I
polish off the omelet and go to work on my coffee. After taking a couple if
sips, I just have to ask.
“Did I do a good job jacking you off?” I take
a long swig of my magic.
“…It wasn’t a hand job Daniels,” Ares says
standing up and taking my plate and his to the sink. He came back and sat down
and picks up his mug, “It was a blowjob.”
Out comes my magic. Ares was quick to lean
back out of the spray that went over most of the island counter. He gets up and
grabs some paper towels and wipes up the counter then tosses the dark brown
mess in the trash. My face is on fire. I…gave my…boss a…a…blowjob? What
the fuck was I thinking? The rest of
my coffee looks very interesting. I lick my lips stopping halfway through. I did have a funny taste in my mouth when
I woke up. I just assumed it was from all the liquor I drank. It was from him.
I swallow some more magic and stare down at the counter. Just great, I’m
sucking the cream filling out of my boss of all people. Hell, he’s probably had
people do a better job than I probably did.
I sigh, “I probably wasn’t very good. In fact,
I’m pretty sure I wasn’t since I don’t remember it. I’m sure Tennison or
Ares comes back to the counter and refills my
mug and I wave off the cream and sugar this time. I swallow the last bit and
take a swig of my second cup. He sits his cup in the sink and walks out of the
kitchen.
“You were better,” I hear him say as he walks
to the door. The door opens and closes and then it kicks in my brain what he
just said.
Out comes the magic…again.
“Your hair looks cute like that Sky,” says
Anthony when I open the door. I was glad to have an interruption from my design
project, but why did it have to be him? Anyone
else would have been better….except Rex. That guy gives me the creeps. I put my
hand to my hair. I piled it on top of my head to keep it out of the way while
I’m working on my class final.
“What do you want Anthony?”
“You’re not going to invite me in?”
“Are you gonna try to molest me again?”
“Maybe,” I start to close the door, “Ok ok, I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
I sigh and stand back to let him inside. He
walks in and heads for the living area. He looks hot in those jeans, nice ass.
Not a nice as Ares….oh hell let’s not go there. The absolute last thing I need around this guy is
wood.
“What are you designing?” he asks looking over
the material scattered over the coffee table.
“I’m doing a virtual living room set. I don’t
have the time to make a piece in real time so I have to come up with a whole
set and have samples of the material I’d use,” I say straightening up the cuts
of cloth.
“Yeah, I didn’t like doing that either, but at
least with the virtual we didn’t have to get sample material.”
“So why are you here?” I ask sitting on the
couch. Anthony sits down beside me and I scoot over to the end of the couch.
“I don’t bite Sky,” he says.
“Don’t care. I like my personal space. So?”
“So what.”
“Why are you here?”
“I thought it’d be easier to talk to you
without A.C. around. I heard that my bro made you two take a week off. I’m
shocked.”
“Yeah, well Ares deserves it. He works himself
too hard. It’s gonna catch up to him if he doesn’t take it easy once in a
while.”
“And you actually get to go to class for more
than a few days at a time. I bet your professors think you’ve dropped out or
something.”
“They know I work,” I say, “I just don’t tell
them anymore than that. Besides, it’s midterm time and
I’m sure I’d have to call in to work. I can’t miss those with work as my only
excuse since the date is on the syllabus. Good thing I’m done with mine.”
“Already? It’s Tuesday.”
“Most of mine were available online. I did
those Sunday. I had two yesterday and one this morning that I had to go in to
take.”
“So you’re free for the rest of the week,”
Anthony says with that look on his face, “Got any plans?”
I sigh, “Give it up Anthony. I’m not
interested.”
He smiles, “So he’s gotten you then?”
“Who?”
“A.C.”
“We’re not doing anything.”
“Yeah right.”
“No we aren’t,” Yeah, I’m sure as hell not telling him about Friday.
“That guy has a hot stud of an assistant and
he’s not drilling him? I thought he was over that shit with Kenny-boy. I mean,
he took you in to work for him.”
“That’s because your brother gave me to…hold
up. What shit with, who?”
“Kenny-boy,” Anthony looks at me. I’m confused,
“Kenneth.”
“Oh. What happened with him?”
“No one in securities has told you?”
“They don’t speak to me more than they
absolutely have to.”
“Don’t feel bad, they do the same to me.”
“For different reasons, I’m sure.”
He sticks out his tongue, then he gets a
slightly serious expression on his face, “Does Chambers always get you coffee,
even though you’re the assistant?”
“…Yeah. What does that…”
Anthony took a breath, oh hell, “Well,
Kenny-boy had a thing for Chambers. The only thing was, Chambers wasn’t showin’
and interest back, or if he did have some interest, no one else knew about it.
He’s always been like that. Kenny-boy tried all kinds of things but they didn’t
work. Then he started gettin’ sloppy with his work and when Chambers called him
on it he told him that he’d do a better job if Chambers would park his cock in
Kenny-boy’s mouth once in a while.”
“What?” I say blinking.
“Yeah, he wanted to plant his face in A.C.’s
lap.”
“Why didn’t Ares just fire him?”
“He couldn’t afford to at the time. Even when
he was purposely sloppy, he was still good at what he did. Kenny-boy had this
talent for being able to tell when A.C. needed to get some and with the stuff
they were working on over the last few weeks, he knew that A.C. wasn’t gettin’
any. So basically to shut Kenny-boy up and get the work at hand done, he
agreed. For a while things were back to normal, but then Kenny-boy wanted
more.”
“More?”
Anthony nods, “Yeah, it wasn’t enough to just
have A.C.’s cock down his throat, he wanted it in his
ass too. So he did some research apparently and found out that Rex has all
kinds of things to make people submit. From what I was told later on, it was
one of Rex’s pets that slipped Kenny-boy some stuff to put in his coffee,”
Anthony runs a hand through his hair, “That was a fucked up day. By this time,
Kenny-boy was partin’ his cheeks for just about anyone willing and word got to
me so I went to securities to snag me a piece,” I glare at him, “Hey, I never
got to tap him, but anyway, I was in the front messin’ with the monitor geeks
when I saw Kenny-boy in a screen coming from the back with coffee. Nothin’
strange about it really, and I didn’t pay attention to it at the time but he
had a really big smile on his face. So I mess around with those guys a few more
minutes before heading in to see Kenny-boy. As I’m gettin’ closer to the door,
I can hear Kenny-boy moanin’ like there’s no tomorrow and I’m thinkin’ that
A.C. finally got tired of his whining and was givin’ it to him. The door was
locked but Kenny-boy didn’t know I had a key so I went in and found him riding
away on Chambers on the loveseat. He was enjoying himself so I was about to
just sit back and take in the show.”
“You would,” I say.
Anthony grins, “Hey, I’m a voyeur as well as a
fucker, Anyway, I notice somethin’s up when I see Chambers’s hands just layin’
there. And I'm sure you know that he likes to direct things so when I saw that
I knew something was wrong. I go over and take a look around Kenny-boy at him
and he’s sittin’ there all dazed and shit. I check his pulse and it’s goin’
like a hundred miles and hour and I see the cup that Kenny-boy brought him
spilt in the seat. Kenny-boy’s all like ‘he’s fine he’s fine’ when it’s clear
he isn’t so I pull him off Chambers by the hair and call in for his people to
keep a grip on Kenny-boy while the med team comes to check out A.C. As soon as
they lay eyes on Chambers they haul him off to the infirmary and I’m pluggin’
Kenny-boy for the crap he slipped Chambers when bro comes in wonderin’ where
A.C. was since they were supposed to be meeting. I tell bro what the deal was
and he has Kenny-boy taken to one of Rex’s holding cells.”
“Rex has holding cells?”
“You don’t wanna know Sky,” he says, “It
turned out that the stuff was some kind of experimental drug that Rex was
working on that was supposed to be some kind of combination of a date rape drug
and viagra that’s supposed to make you less resistant but hard as a rock. Only
thing was, Kenny-boy gave him more than what he was told apparently and Chambers
was borderline OD-ing when I saw him. Rex said the
drug was designed to be worked out of the system through sex so I’m guessin’ it
was an aphrodisiac.”
“Was there an antidote or something?”
“Yeah, but they couldn’t give him enough to
completely counteract what was already in his system so Chambers had to fuck
the rest of it out of his system. Only problem, no one wanted to help him with
that. He’s got this sexy dangerous type image; sexy as hell to look at, but
dangerous if you tried to get close to him. Most people couldn’t understand why
Kenny-boy would even want to go that far with him.”
“So he had to deal with it himself?”
“Bro called in Adrian and Tennison from Yume
to help. He wore them both out in like three hours, and they’re pros.”
I blinked, “Damn.”
“Yeah I know. We ended up having to restrain
him and use e-stim to work it out of him.”
“E-stim?”
“Electrical stimulation,” my eyes widened,
Anthony shakes his head, “The currents aren’t set to be painful and it can last
a lot longer than a person. It feels kinda weird at first, but after about ten
or fifteen seconds it feels really good.”
“Of course you know from experience,” I say.
He grins.
“Either way it worked and Chambers was back to
normal. Bro transferred Kenny-boy to Rex and he’s been there ever since.”
“He’s still working for Siren?”
“No, he’s a pet for Rex. Had he just been a
worker, yeah he’d be sacked no question. But since he felt the need to part his
cheeks for anyone willing, bro decided to let Rex have him. Told his family
that he just stopped coming to work and that’s that.”
“Wait, his family thinks he’s missing?”
“Yup.”
“You’re shittin’ me!”
“Nope.”
“That’s kidnapping!”
“That’s what
happens when you fuck with Siren, Sky. Kenny-boy fucked up. He could have
killed Chambers and for what, just to get his boss’s cock in his ass? Bro did
not take kindly to that.”
“So why are people
still allowed to screw like rabbits at work then?”
“There’s only a
handful of people that know what happened to him. It’s probably a good idea not
to let on that you know to A.C. either.”
“So that’s why he doesn’t get himself involved
with anyone? He thinks something like that might happen again?”
“I highly doubt something like that will
happen again. Bro laid into Rex about that drug and forbid him to do anymore
research on it or look at the data the med team had on its effects. Rex was
pissed. I heard that the person that gave the drug to Kenny-boy got sold off or
whacked or somethin’.
“Damn,” was all I could say.
That does explain a good deal about how Ares acts around people.
“So you two really haven’t done anything? I
mean the way he acts around you…He likes you.”
“We aren’t doing any- what?”
“You haven’t noticed that?”
“What the hell are you talkin’ about Daevin?”
“Well, he’s never sent anyone out to get a suit of clothes for any of his
assistants or gone out of his way to
keep me away from them. I’ve pretty much screwed every one of them save you and
Kenny-boy. And pretty much you’re the only one he’s willingly touched. I heard about the hair,” I blink, “and I knew
about the ribbons since I’ve met his ex when they were together. I saw you guys
when you were leaving that day and noticed the ribbon on the end of your hair
and guessed he braided it for you. Yeah, he likes you.”
“We don’t have that kind of relationship,” I
say. Geez, first these people want to fuck me and now they want me fucking
Ares. Does everyone that works for Siren have horny on the brain?
“You don’t think he’s hot?”
“Of course I think he’s hot! I’ve never seen a
guy look like sex on two legs like he did Frid-,” Oh
shit! Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?
Anthony perked up, “So you saw him Friday
night? I was wonderin’ what he was doing lookin’ like that. Absolutely
fuckable from head to toe. Wait, you were gone around five, when did you
see him?”
Damn it! “He…camebyhere,”
I mumble. Anthony leans in some, “He came by here Friday night,” I say again
sighing. No use hidin’ that part.
“So what’d he want? You two go out or
somethin’?”
“He took me to Fire.”
“Fire, really? I’m guessin’ they let you in
‘cause he was with you.”
“Giovanni said that I’d be allowed in since I
work for Ares.”
“So did he hit on you?”
“Why do you care?”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Anthony smiles,
“What’d you think about Ares’s ex?”
“A little flirty, but he’s ok.”
“I guess A.C. is keeping your braid wrapped
around his hand so his ex can’t whisk you off to the
“Why is everyone so interested in me? I’m just
a normal guy that got sucked into a shitty situation by an asshole. I’m nothin’
special.”
Anthony slid closer to me, “Sky you’re too
fuckin’ hot to be normal, even with this I-Dream-of-Jeanie hairstyle you’ve got
goin’ on,” he reaches up to ruffle my bangs and I smack his hand away, “I still
would have liked to have seen your hair before Chambers braided it. My guys
told me it looked great flowing down your back in that ponytail.”
He reaches for my hair and I grab his hand,
“Not happenin’ Daevin.”
“Aw come on. Just this once?
I won’t tell anyone.”
“Nope.”
“Please?”
I arch my brow. He’s begging to see me with my
hair down? Weirdo, “What is it with you Daevins? You and wanting to see my hair
down and your brother sizin’ up my pi-,” Fuckin’ hell I did it again!
Anthony scooted closer, “So bro was checkin’
out the merchandise, eh?” his hand comes to my thigh, “Can I get a peek too?”
I smack his hand again, “Hell no!”
“Why not? You let Pat.”
“That’s because he owns the company, not you.”
“So if I owned the company you’d let me see?”
“NO! You’re not checkin’ out my piece Anthony
so slide back over.”
“When did A.C. let you out of his sight long
enough for Pat to get a look?”
“We were in your brother’s office when he did
it. Ares just stood there like it was an everyday thing.”
“So Pat was gettin’ his feel on and Ares was
watchin’? Did he get hard?”
“What? How the fuck should I know? I was too
shocked by your brother strokin’ my piece to see if Ares had wood.”
“Did you like it?”
“What? No! I didn’t like people just touchin’
my piece like that.”
Anthony smiles and moves right next to me on
the couch, “He got you hard. I know it.”
“No he didn’t.”
“He told me about it already Sky. He also said
you taste pretty good,” he leans in so our heads touch, “Come on Sky, let me
stroke it. Please? I wont tell anyone, honest,” his hand creeps up my thigh
again and makes it under my shorts before I grab his wrist.
“Why are you so insistent on touching me?” I
ask. Anthony blows in my ear and I shiver and my piece stirs. Damn you lump of
nerves, stay down!
“Because you’re worth touching,” he says in my
ear. He takes a lick and his hand inches further up. My piece is coming to
life. Traitor.
“I bet seein’ A.C. like that got you all hot
and bothered, didn’t it,” his hand kept going. He wasn’t lying,
as soon as I saw him I wanted him naked. Fuck! My piece is overthrowing my
brain. Anthony’s hand comes from under my shorts and over to the button, “He
got you hard as soon as you saw that nice hard ass of his. Am I right?” he
undoes my button and he’s sliding down my zipper. Hell yeah I was hard. If you
saw that ass you’d be too!
“You wanted to give that ass a good squeeze
didn’t you,” his hand takes my piece and I let out a shaky breath. He pumps me
a few times then runs his thumb back and forth over my slit. I close my eyes.
Damn that feels good, “I bet you wanted him out of those jeans. You wanted to
see him in all his glory, right?” he
whispers as he continues to stroke me. His lips brush my cheek. Sweet holy
fuck, why are these two so damn good
at this?
“Did you want to stroke his big hard cock? Oh,
that’s right, you haven’t seen his cock,” Anthony says stroking my nice and
steady, his breath heavy on my skin, “He’s definitely got a cock worthy of a
god, trust me,” Anthony kisses me
down my neck. I want to stop him, really I do, but…fuck he’s got me hard as a
rock now! I feel him shift beside me then his warm breath on my piece…oh…fuck…
“No…Anth-,” too
late, he’s plunged me into his mouth. I feel like my piece is a living straw or
something with the way he’s sucking on me. And for the love of fucking it feels
great. I bite my lip to try and hold back a moan but it doesn’t work. Flashes
of a head of brown hair come into my mind. I reach down and bury my hands in
hair that I know isn’t the color of the one I’m thinking about. I feel his
moans as he's licking my slit clean of every minuscule drop that comes out. I
feel his hand travel up and down my shaft as his mouth keeps my head prisoner
in a hot wet den of pleasure. My head falls back and I moan, “Ares…” The
sucking stops and I feel the cooler air of the room on my tip. I lift my head
up and open my eyes.
“You really shouldn’t call out someone else’s
name when they aren’t the person giving you head Sky,” Anthony says sitting up
and looking at me, a frown playing over
his lips, “It’s bad form,” he licks his lips, “At least I got to get a little
taste of you. Maybe Chambers will be lucky enough to get a full load.”
He already has, “Can you just…leave now,
please? I’ve…got some…stuff to finish up.”
Anthony looks down at my weeping piece and
smirks, “I’ll leave you to your…stuff,”
then gets up and leaves. As soon as he closes the door I'm stroking myself to
completion. Why can’t they just leave my piece in peace?
The time off from work has done me lots of
good. I was able to get my project done and didn’t have to worry about having
to be called in at odd hours. It was almost strange in a way,
I went back to having some semblance of a regular person’s schedule for a week.
It seemed boring. And, as hard as I tried, I still kept having thoughts about
Ares. The kiss was one thing, but then the way he looked and what we did after
the club…Let’s just say it was the main reason for a lot of morning shower
time. He didn’t call or come over after that either. I don’t know if that’s a
good thing or a bad thing. I guess he wanted me to focus on my midterms so he
left me alone. Which is good, but I…kinda wanted to see him, outside of business ya know?
I’ve been prattling around my place for three
days now. I’m bored. I don’t have to be at work…well, I’m not allowed to go back to work until Monday.
I can only imagine the amount of paperwork that’s waiting for me when I get in.
I sigh as I brush my hair. I need somethin’ to do! I wonder if Ares…wait! I
can’t be thinkin’ about him like this…can I? I mean I get why he is like he is,
but shit, I don’t know. I want to know more about him. I can’t believe that one
incident has shut him off that much from wanting to be near others. I mean,
look at last Friday. And Giovanni said that he’s never been able to get him to
come to the club since it opened, so there’s some progress, right?
My phone ringing stops my thoughts about Ares,
until I recognize the ringtone, Furuido’s Nantokanare.
It’s Ares. I lean over and grab my phone from the night table, “Hello?”
“Do you have an exam to take today?”
“No I’m done.”
“…Would it be possible for you to give me a
back massage today? That is if you don’t have plans already.”
Holy shit, I get to touch him again! Of course
that causes my piece to stir. Stay down you lump of nerves! “Yeah,
sure. Did you want me to come to your place? Or…”
“I’ll come to yours.”
“Ok.”
“I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“Ok. See you then.”
He ends the call and I sigh. What that fuck?
Did I just sigh? I sound like some
love-struck girl…ewww. I dig around in the hall bathroom
and find the gift basket that that dick Anthony sent me as a house warming
present about a week after I got settled in here. It had all kinds of massage
and bath oils and…other stuff. Horny bastard. I chuckle, at least
he left me alone when I called out Ares’s name while he was giving me head.
Hell, I didn’t even mind finishing the job knowing that’s what turned him off.
I’ll have to remember that next time he tries to get all hands with me. I went
back to my room and sat it on the bed when I heard a knock at my door. I go and
open the door and find Ares on the other side looking quite yummy in blue jeans
and….what the fuck? A ‘Property of
“A Christmas gift from Anthony,” Ares says
catching on to my gaze.
I shake my head and step back. Ares comes in
and I take a moment to put my piece in its place mentally before turning around
and catching sight of that ass. Then I look down at what I’m wearing, just a
pair of worn out jeans that I can’t get rid of. They feel just that damn good!
All the holes in them were made by time and you couldn’t buy something like
this in a store. But I digress. I walk into the living room and Ares is looking
over the leftover swatches of cloth from my project.
“How did your project turn out?”
“It turned out pretty good actually. My
professor sent me an email today saying that she liked the color scheme and the
texture of the material I chose works really well for the furniture I designed.
I hope that’ll keep me in her good graces ‘til the semester’s
over.”
Ares nods and we fall into a patch of silence.
Yeah, I really don’t know what to say to transition from furniture fabric to
massaging.
“The bedroom?”
“Huh?” I reply, yeah that was a nice way to
respond.
“For the massage.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” I say and start walking to
my room with Ares behind me. That’s when I realize that my hair is still down.
I was thinking that I didn’t have any kind of oil then I remembered that dick’s
present that I shoved into the hall bath. I didn’t think at all to at least put
it in a ponytail. I start digging in my pockets for a tie when I feel cool air
on my back. I stop, Ares has my hair in his hands.
Soon my hair is resting against my back in a loose braid. Does he always carry
ribbons in his pocket or something?
We go into the bedroom and I start opening the
gift basket from Anthony, “Anthony?”
“Yeah,” I say as I pull out a bottle of
massage oil. I set the basket on the floor and am about to tell Ares to make himself comfortable on the bed when I look over and see him
pulling off his shirt. Oh hell, he’s…oh fuck, I
couldn’t keep my piece from reacting if I tried. I open the bottle as he slips
out of his shoes and lies down on the bed. I settle myself on his left side
before I realize that it’ll be better to just straddle his…gorgeous….ass and
massage his back. Damn, did I mention he’s got a rockin’ ass? “I-Is this ok?”
“You’re fine,” he says. I pour some of the oil
in my hands and warm it up. I then reach my hands out and touch the top of his
back. He’s hard, and no, not like that kind
of hard. I get to work loosening up is back, working out the knots along the
way and trying to keep from actually sitting on his ass because if I did that
then my piece would come to life and I’m not havin’ him get me off again…at
least not today anyway. He came here for a back massage…wait…
“How’d you get here so
quick?
Were you in the area?”
“I’m your next door neighbor.”
“What?” What the fuck!
“Daevin purchased this apartment when
“But what if I never answered the email?”
“Then he would have found you and made you
work for the company,” Ares says, “He was hoping that your situation was such
that the email would be an opportunity for you to at least make some extra
money.”
“Damn,” I say as I come down the midline of
his back. I press outward under his shoulder blades and he lets out a small
moan. Oh hell did it sound good. I bite my bottom lip and mentally plead with
my piece to stay down. He’s here for a massage not to get me off! I come to the
small of his back and it’s like I’m rubbing concrete covered with flesh, “Were
you doing something strenuous yesterday? You’re really tight here,” I say
pressing my fingers deep into his flesh.
“I was working out,” he replies, “It’s been a
while so I may have over done it a bit.”
“You really haven’t had any time off, have you.”
“There was too much to do after my last
assistant got transferred. I didn’t have the time.”
“Didn’t anyone help you?”
“I was the only one that knew what he was
working on. It would have only slowed the process more if I had to explain it
to people.”
“You should get more time off. All the stress
of working the hours you do is gonna come back to bite ya in the ass if you’re
not careful,” I say sliding down close to his knees and applying more pressure
to the small of his back. He moans again, this time with a bit of pain, “Sorry
about that.”
“You’re fine.”
I spend some time loosening up his lower back
before making my way up. Man oh man does he feel good. I can almost imagine
what it’d be like to be beneath him and gripping his shoulders…or raking my
fingers along his back…FUCK! I can’t
be thinking about this! I pause and pour some more oil onto my hands. I work
his neck then come back down to his shoulders then get to work on his left arm.
Man, these arms…they’ve held me against him…I get to his forearms and feel the
tension in the muscles there. I hear him sigh gently as I draw out the tension.
I look and see that his head is still facing his right side. Oh, how I want to
run my fingers through that thick head of hair. Fuck, I sound like a horny
schoolgirl…
I switch sides and start working is his right
arm. He’s been quiet for a while. Then again he usually is. I come to his hand,
the one that’s gotten me off… His hands feel strong, and gentle, like he knows
how to caress his lover’s skin and set it a blaze. I know he’s done that to me.
I chance looking at his face. He’s asleep! I can’t believe he feels this at
ease with me….or maybe he’s just tired. What the hell am I saying? I look down
at his hand in both of mine, my fingertips gently sliding along his palm. Fuck,
I can’t deny it. I love his hands on me. The way he touched me before he went
to my piece was…fantastic. I think I have an understanding of Giovanni meant
when he spoke about the times they were intimate…you can’t put it into words. I look back to his face. He’s so calm and
relaxed. I want to touch his face, but I don’t want to disturb him. I want to
stroke his cheek, his lips. I want to kiss his lips. I want to be beneath this
man, I want him to making me writhe in pleasure. I want to be calling out his
name when I cum, I want to hear him calling out mine. I know next to nothing
about this man and yet…
I love him…
Shit, my brain’s gone off the deep end for
sure. I place his hand on the bed and quietly slide off the side and head
for the living room. I sit down on the couch and shake my head. There’s no
fuckin’ way I can be in love with someone I don’t know shit about! I’ve got
people telling me all kinds of things but I’m not hearing things from him. That’s the part that matters. I could
care less if everyone on this planet tells me he loves me, if I don’t hear it
from him, it’s not worth it. I lean back into the cushions and put my hands
over my face. This can not be happening! I can’t be falling in love with…Ares.
Yeah, he’s been good to me, but still. How can I fall for someone that doesn’t
really open up to me? Shit, this will make things a lot more complicated. Wait,
it this what Ares was talkin’ about? Fuck…
My stomach growling stops the mental debate.
Oh yeah, I was planning on making spaghetti and meatballs today. I get up and
head to the kitchen and start working on my dinner. I look over at the clock, damn, I was rubbin’ him down for close to an hour and a
half! Well, it’s not like he didn’t need it. He was all hard and tense. I wash
my hands and set my water to boiling and my base sauce to heating and pull out
herbs for my sauce. I then add the meatballs to the sauce since they’re the
pre-made kind from the freezer section. I wasn’t in the mood to actually make
them this time. I go back to chopping some fresh basil when Ares walks into the
kitchen. I just glance up and see that he’s still shirtless. I quickly look
back down at what I’m doing. I have to concentrate on chopping before I loose a
finger, his chest is screaming ‘run your hands all over me’ with its cut
yumminess. He sits down at the end of the island counter and watches me work on
the basil leaves. I get them to my liking and add then to the meatballs and
sauce. I take out a clove of garlic and dice it finely and add it to the mix.
If you can’t tell, I’ve got some skills in the kitchen. I like to use as much
fresh ingredients as I possibly can when I have the time. This week has been
good for that. I take out some peppercorns and put them into the grinder and
add that to the sauce as well.
“Do you need help with anything?” he asks
quietly.
“Not right now,” I say then look up, “You are
staying aren’t you?”
He nods and I smile.
“I was actually getting bored around the house
here and was wondering what you were up to when you called me. I was thinking
about asking you over…to…you know, hang out and stuff,” I can feel my cheeks
heating up, “I guess I’ve gotten used to being around you all the time and
being by myself gets, well, boring.”
“Your school work is complete?”
“Yeah, even my final projects are done. I
guess I’ve gotten used to being busy and when I didn’t have anything to
do….yeah, I guess I like keeping at least somewhat busy,” I pull out some
oregano and start chopping, “Strange huh, most guys my age would love to be
lounging around doing nothing.”
“Given the situations in your life you’ve had
to mature faster than normal.”
“Yeah, I never understood why my mom let him
do that to me. But then again, it’s not like we had that total loving mother
and son thing goin’ on either.”
“There’s probably more to it than you’re
supposed to know.”
“That’s what I’m thinking,” I sigh and add the
last of my herbs to the sauce and give it a good stir before adding my pasta to
the rumbling water, “Oh well, it’s not like I can change anything now, right.”
I turn back and catch his jade eyes, his gaze
burning through me. I need to know more about this man, from him. I don’t want
to make the mistake of loving someone that keeps things from me about them
self. I feel myself wanting to blush.
“Um, could you put the bread in the oven for
me,” I say, “I’m gonna go change,” and calm myself down. Ares takes my arm just
as I pass him.
“You’re fine as you are.”
I look down at my jeans and I decide that I’m
not. I’m really on the verge for havin’ major wood right about now and as much
as I love these jeans, they do not
hide wood.
“No, I really should change.”
“Daniels you weren’t worried about how you
looked Saturday morning when you sat down to breakfast naked,” he says.
Oh…shit…I totally
forgot about that…
My face caught fire I wanted to bolt but kept
a grip on me. I start to pull away and find myself wrapped in his arms as he’s
still sitting on the stool at the counter, “You’re fine as you are Daniels. You
don’t need to change for me. This is your place after all. If anything, I’m the
one that should at least have a shirt on since I’m a guest.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I pour out…yeah real nice there Sky. Might
as well just ask the man to get naked while you’re at it. I sigh, “Ok,
fine I won’t change. Can you put the bread in the oven in a few minutes? I need
to go…do something right quick.”
“Do you want me to get you off?”
How the hell does he know this?
“I’ll take care of it, thanks,” I say. I know
my cheeks are still red. He holds on to me for a few more seconds then I’m able
to walk out of his embrace. I head to the hall bath and take care of business.
Shit, why does he have to feel so bloody fuckin’ great? The feel of his breath
against the back of my shoulder, the warmth from his body….FUCK! It doesn’t
take long for me to rub one out but I stay in the bathroom for a few minutes to
collect myself. Shit, I can’t fall in love with this guy? It’ll be too much
like what happened to him last…time…I shake my head again. What the fuck is my
problem? I’m not like that other guy. I wouldn’t do something that low to
someone I liked. I’m sure he knows that, right?
After taking a few more deep breaths I walk
out of the bathroom and come back into the kitchen to a lovely spread set up by
my jade-eyed walking sex ad. Did I mention how hot he looks without a shirt on?
“Do you feel better now?” he asks as I sit
down.
“Yeah,” I say picking up my fork and starting
in on a helpless meatball. We eat in silence for a bit. Which is good, I don’t
really know of anything that I can say to him right now.
“Did you do most of the cooking when you lived
at home?” he asks after a while.
“Yeah,” I reply, “It was mainly for me since
my mom worked a lot but there were a few times that she and James would be
there and I’d cook just so I know the food will taste like food. She wasn’t
really that good in that department.”
“So you’ve been cooking for a while then.”
“Yeah, since about
ten.
There was a small step that she used so I could do the dishes so after one too
many days of eating eggs sunny side up, I decided to make eggs the way I liked
them.”
“Scrambled.”
“Yes. I still don’t see how people can eat
eggs like that. It freaked me out, but that’s how James liked them.”
“You’ve very good at it.”
“Thanks. You’re pretty good yourself. That
omelet was amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“So how long have you been cooking?”
“I worked in the kitchen at shelters when I
was between foster parents, mostly because it kept me out of trouble. When I
turned sixteen I started working in restaurants so I could have a place of my
own to live.”
“Oh.”
“The place to live was more like a place to
hide the stuff I couldn’t fence the day I stole it.”
“What?” I say looking at him.
“I had a talent for breaking and entering and
stealing when I was younger. Only got caught twice and both times I was able to
get off since I was so young.”
“How old were you when you got caught?”
“Seven the first time,
eight the second time.”
“What…about your parents?”
“Never knew them. I was raised by a few aunts
before they felt like they didn’t need me around and the last one put me in the
custody of the state. That just made things worse.”
“How did you end up working for Siren?”
“I was helping some people case a bank when I
came across a man that worked security. He was impressed by how casual I acted
when I was inside the bank and when I left the building he caught up with me
and offered me a job that would have a steadier payout than trying to hold up a
bank.”
“So you took the job?”
“Not a first. The day the robbery was to take
place he found me again and tipped me off about the added security he put in. I
decided to go with the steadier payout.”
“How long did you work with him?”
“Seven years. I was freelance for a while then
Daevin came along and offered me a job with his company. He had been following
my work when an acquaintance told him about the job I did for him and asked me
to work for him.”
“And here you are.”
He nods. Wow, that wasn’t hard at all to get
out of him. I guess with the way he carries himself, people don’t want to get
close.
“…Can I ask you something?”
“Ok.”
“Why don’t you have a man?” Yeah, I have a
tendency to be blunt at times, “I mean, you’re a great lookin’ guy and you’ve
got yourself together. Is it because you work so much?”
Ares goes silent. Oh shit, I made him mad at
me again.
“After Giovanni, I didn’t really care to be in
a relationship. I knew that my job was demanding and I thought that he
understood this. Then…there was Kenneth…”
“You were in a relationship with him?” Hold
up, did Anthony not tell me something here?
“He…almost killed me.”
Oh…ok…I look down at the table, “Anthony told
me about that.”
“When did he tell you?”
“He was over a few days ago. He was surprised
that his brother made you take time off and thought he could hit on me again.”
“What happened with that?”
Heat went back to my cheeks again, “He...told
me about what happened with you and Kenneth…then he said that you liked me…and
then…he was giving me head until…Icalledoutyourname,”
I rush out the last of it hoping he’d miss it.
“He thought you’d call out his?”
I look up at him, “I…I guess…”
“I’ll handle him when I see him,” he says, his
eyes catch fire, of the angry kind.
“No Ares, don’t. He wasn’t happy that I did
that and stopped as soon as your name came out of my mouth. I’m pretty sure if
he tries anything else, that’ll definitely turn him off to me.”
“I don’t want him touching you.”
“I’ll deal with him, please Ares,” I say, he’s
getting angry. He looks hard at me.
“Don’t let him touch you again,” he says and
gets up from the table and heads to the bedroom. He emerges shortly after fully
dressed. Oh pooh.
“Ares…”
“I’m not upset with you Daniels,” he says, the
fire gone from his eyes, “I’ll see you on Monday,” then leaves.