The girls and I found a small science center with a planetarium to spend a few hours in before we headed off to find dinner and a hotel room. I ended up driving a bit farther south than I had intended. I wanted to make sure the hotel actually had room for a bus to pull into. I figured the driver might be finicky enough that if he couldn’t park he wouldn’t stop. I texted Ares our location, highway exit, hotel, and room number. I hoped he would be able to come say goodbye again. I told myself over and over again, I had to understand if it didn’t happen.
The girls fell asleep cuddled together in one bed. I fell asleep with my phone in my hand. It woke me up buzzing around two-thirty.
Ares texted one word: Here.
There was a light tapping on the door. I didn’t even look in the peephole, I opened it to Ares. He loomed with his hands resting on the upper door jam. I reached up to kiss him.
He grabbed me, backing me into the room, never letting his mouth leave mine. He kicked the door closed. I jumped as it slammed, and glanced over at the girls. They didn’t move.
I led Ares into the bathroom. His mouth was on mine again. Our tongues twined and twisted. He grabbed me, placing me on the edge of the sink. In a single swift move my panties were off. In another his pants dropped. It felt like home every time he entered me. This was where he belonged, this was where I belonged, his hands on my butt pulling me closer, my hands in his hair. He smelled like a nightclub. Not a smell I was used to since he always preferred to shower as soon as possible after a show. He tasted like mint candy. When I looked at his face, his eyes still had smudges of stage makeup on. He was fierce and beautiful. I let myself be swept away by all the emotion and tingling nerves of this coupling. He came faster than normal, and that’s when I realized we didn’t have a condom. We both panted from our mutual satisfaction.
His voice was low and thick. “That felt too good. I’m sorry, I forgot.” He pulled his pants back on.
“I did too.” I redoubled my embrace. I brushed his hair, like strands of silk behind his ear.
“But…”
I could hear the doubt in his voice, after all this had been a major issue of contention just a few weeks ago. I had a promise now, a commitment. That changed everything for me.
“You’re going to marry me.” I stroked the side of his face.
“Yes, I am.” He nodded.
“That makes all the difference. Besides we’re probably okay.”
“And if not?” He smoothed my hair back, and continued to touch my face.
“It’s okay either way. I love you, and you are going to marry me, and we are going to have babies that you are going to help me raise.” I nodded, convincing myself as much as him. “I won’t be left to it on my own.”
“I love you so much.” He grabbed my hand and kissed my palm, then he kissed my lips. It was sweet and soft, and it felt like he poured all of his love into it. “I have to go.”
“I know.”
I was still sitting on the bathroom sink when he left.
Twenty-One
I input receipts for Joan on my laptop. The girls ran around in and out. It was shaping up to be a typical summer day at our house. The girls entertaining themselves while I did a bit of work and waited for Ares to call. I tried to keep up with his schedule, but it kept changing, and I was no good with the time zones. The big festival dates at the end of June and the beginning of August were set. And most of the other gigs in between were also set. But their tour manager tried to fill in extra dates when possible. I couldn’t remember if they had a gig tonight or not. If not, Ares would call around five or six. If yes, I knew to expect the call later. So, I was caught off guard for him to call so early.
“Ares! It’s the middle of the afternoon here, what are you doing?” I was pleasantly surprised.
“I am missing you.” Ares’s voice sounded rough from use.
“Sounds like you’re at a party? Did the show go well?” I assumed they had played from the quality of his voice.
“No show tonight, and yes, this seems to be some kind of party.” His words had just an edge of slur to them. He had been drinking.
“Some kind of party? Either it is or it isn’t, or you are too drunk to know?” I wasn’t going to get mad at him for getting drunk. It was a coping mechanism. It actually helped to prevent him from fooling around. I was not going to get mad at him for getting drunk, even though I was in favor of him maintaining some sobriety. I had to admit it, I was mad at him for getting drunk. He said he was cutting back, but still, it was one of his demons.
I hated his demons.
“I’m not drunk, I might be buzzed. However, I have discovered in the past few days I cannot get hard unless I hear your voice.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone.
“So, you called me in the middle of a party so you could get a hard-on? I’m not going to voice coach you through sex with some groupie. You can go back to drinking. I might want to encourage whiskey dick in this case.” I made sure to not hide my sarcasm laced with disdain.
“I would never ask that of you, but I thought you might help Rosie through the motions?”
“Hmm, Rosie, is it? Oh right.” I caught my breath as I remembered which hand Rosie was. “Yes, I will help Rosie out, but you’re at a party. You and Rosie planning to put on a show?”
I didn’t think he would. Kris Kinney, yes, anything for attention and sex. But Ares? Then again, maybe he would, and I was just now learning this about him.
“’Cause I don’t think I’m up for a Mars live sex show. Unless this is strictly a private viewing.”
“This is just for you sweetheart, and it’s not a party so much as extra people in my way.” I heard him moving, and he yelled to someone, “Give me that bottle.”
With his attention back to our conversation, he said, “I’ve got my girl and some wine, now to my private chambers.”
“Ooh, talking fancy again.”
I heard a door click and several voices giggling, then in thick German-sounding accents, I heard female voices. “Oh Mars, join us, no?” and “Vee vaited for you.”
I could hear him grumble, and more squeals and giggles, and some disappointed sounds, then a door slammed.
“The vile temptresses have been vanquished. It’s just you, me, and this bottle of wine.”
“Ares,” I signed. “It’s four-thirty, the girls are here, running around, and…”
“So use big words and clean talk dirty to me,” he requested.
I laughed. “I miss you. I miss kissing you.”
“I miss kissing you too. And I miss touching you. All I’ve got are my two hands and an urge that is fierce. Come on, sweetheart, help a guy out?” There was a pleading quality to his voice.
“Okay, since I can’t actually kiss your lips, I want you to do something for me.” I smirked a bit and continued to enter numbers into the spreadsheet I worked on.
“Uh huh?”
“Take your finger and trace your lips. Not hard, just tickle the edges.”
Ares hummed. I knew that hum— that was a sexy hum.
“Now, lick your lips and ever so gently with the tip of your tongue, lick your fingertip.”
He gave a deep chuckle.
“Now, lick another fingertip, and another.”
He hummed deep in his throat.
“Now, nip your fingertip with your teeth. Don’t bite hard, just scrape it.” I could hear him humming as he licked his fingers. “Now another one.”
His continued humming indicated that he appreciated the actions, that he was enjoying himself. His humming was beginning to distract me from my work. I had to reenter the last set of digits a third time before I got the number right.
“Suck on that finger, just the tip. Now run your tongue all the way down the side of your finger and back to the tip,” I directed.
“Do I get to tell you what to do too?” he asked.
“No. Not this time.” I was distracted enough by his sounds, and I really should be focusing on wo
rk not helping him pleasure himself. Then again, I’d rather be pleasuring him.
“Well, damn, I guess I had better just lay back and take this punishment.”
“Punishment? You’re the one who asked for this.” I typed in another receipt.
“Yeah, but it just makes me want you more, it reminds me that I’m not touching you.” Hearing him say that felt like a blow to the gut. I missed not touching him every second, to hear him voice the same, it just hurt. Longing, loneliness, love.
“Are we doing this or not?” I straightened my back and tried to regain my focus.
“Oh we are doing this, right now. I’m sucking on your fingers and you are sucking on mine.”
“Exactly. I want you to tickle the webbing between two fingers with your tongue, and lick up the sides of the fingers at the same time.”
He returned to making his satisfied humming sound. I abandoned my work, and pulled up my favorite picture of him on the computer. I helped to have a visual along with his voice sometimes.
“Now take your middle finger all the way into your mouth, slide it along your tongue, and ever so slowly pull it back out. Do it again.”
He hummed.
“And again.” I shifted on my chair. “I want you to think that’s me sucking on your cock.”
He actually groaned.
“I take it this is working for you?”
He gave me a positive sounding “uh huh”.
“Continue to suck on your finger, okay, now take your other hand and draw circles over your nipples.”
“Babe that hand is busy on my cock,” he moaned.
“Too bad, your nipples need attention.” I cleared my throat. “So, back to those nipples, make sure your hand has slipped into your shirt and you are touching skin. Twirl that nipple, and pinch it too. Now I want you to suck on the center of your palm, and suck on the inside of your wrist.”
Every command was punctuated with a low groan or hum.
He made pleasured sounds, like he was enjoying being touched, even if the hands doing the touching were his own. I was getting more than a bit turned on, but had to focus on delivering the sensations and not participating. I sat in the middle of the kitchen, and the girls were home. I really was in no location to participate, even though I sorely wanted to.
“How’s your cock?” I asked.
“Missing you,” he sighed.
“Is it hard?” I teased.
“Yes, it is.”
“You were rubbing it, already weren’t you?”
“Yes, I was.” His answers were drawn out, his voice languid and seductive.
“Jeans on or jeans off?” I bit my lower lip thinking about him stripping off his jeans.
“On, can I change that?”
“Not yet, keep rubbing it through your jeans.”
“Evil,” he groaned.
“Yes. Now, go back to sucking on your finger and rubbing your cock for me. Does that feel good?” I asked coyly.
He hummed positively. I stifled a giggle, I enjoyed this power, this control I had over his body even though we were on different continents.
“Okay undo your pants, and, ah, set yourself free as it were.” I looked at his picture and conjured an image in my mind of him with one of his glorious erections.
“Lick your fingers and run them up the underside by that big vein. Start by your balls, and draw your fingers up slowly all the way.”
He let out an ooohf of air
“Now circle your cock with just your fingers, like a ring as you slide that ring up adding each finger until its enclosed in your fist. Just hold it, and with your other hand, play with your nipples.”
“How?” he groaned.
“You tell me, what would feel good right now? A soft lick or a bite?”
The sound was deep in his throat. “I’m drawing circles around it.”
It was my turn to hum and close my eyes. I could picture his nipples in my mind’s eye. They were pink, but now they would be flush with excitement, so the color would have darkened ever so slightly. Also they would have tightened up and gotten harder.
“And now my finger is spiraling into the tip, pinching it and pulling. I’m sliding my hand across my chest and pulling and pinching my other nipple.”
I swallowed, my throat was suddenly very dry. “Are you stroking your cock?”
“Do you want me to now?”
“Yes.” My own voice was breathy, this was really turning me on. I purred into the phone. “Stroke up and down, and remember to squeeze when you get to your head.”
“Damn Lizzie, this is hot.”
I had to agree. “Yeah, keep stroking. What are you doing now?”
“I’m I, oh can’t think. I’m cupping my balls. I’m stroking. Thrusting hips.” His words were happening in chopped breathy bites of sound.
“Fuck my voice Ares, stroke yourself and know it’s me. Pull hard, stroke it,” I purred.
He groaned deep in his throat.
“Fuck me Ares, fuck my voice.”
He was groaning and I could hear the slap of his hands pumping his cock.
Just then Cassidy came tearing through the kitchen with Bree on her heels. The girls chased past me and out the back door. I felt a blush the power of a solar flare light up my face, and a bucket of virtual ice water dump down my back. I had been pulsing on the corner of the chair, rocking my hips to the sound of Ares pleasuring himself. I sat stock still now. Fortunately I had the phone to my ear, and the sounds he made were for me and me alone.
“You still there sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” I said weakly.
“You got quiet.”
“Just a near miss interruption, you still stroking?” Suddenly, I felt silly, but I was bound and determined to see this through.
“I am pumping and stroking and wishing this was you all warm and wet for me, and not my hands.”
“That makes two of us,” I agreed. “Try sucking your finger some more while you stroke. Just suck on the very tip, and imagine it’s my clit. You suck on me, while I suck on you.” I suggested.
That was the visual he needed to push him over the brink. I could hear him holding his breath, as he did just before everything in his body clenched.
“Keep stroking my voice, fuck my voice,” I whispered, afraid of small ears running through again.
He groaned a loud escape of air as I heard his body react to his release. Not a groan, not a howl, not a gasp, but somehow all of those sounds combined. I heard his breathing calm from a hard panting into a more normalized relaxed pace.
“Damn woman, I should have you talk me through this more often.” His voice was thick with satisfaction.
“Success?” I guessed.
“Yeah, success.”
“Well next time I want to play too,” I admitted.
“Oh hell yeah, you know we should try this over video.”
“I really hadn’t thought about that, cause well, you know who is always with me when we’ve done video in the past.”
He chuckled, “Yeah, they are not invited if we do this.”
“Definitely not.”
“Okay, I’m going to go clean up now, and finish this bottle. Then I will pass out and dream of you.”
“Well, enjoy yourself, that just left me with the girlie equivalent of blue balls, and I have about four hours until bedtime when I can do anything about it.” I pouted.
He chuckled again.
“You are laughing at my pain?” I wailed.
“Yes I am,” he chuckled again.
“Bastard.”
“Nope, parents were married, but I am a reprobate. And next time I see you I’m going to fuck you till you scream.” I could hear the smolder in his voice.
“That’s not helpful.” I glared at the phone as if he could see my expression.
“Are your nipples hard for me?” he teased.
“Ares stop, not fair.” I could feel the blush sweep over me, I wondered if he could hear it.
“You are blushing aren’t you?
“Yes I am.” Admitting it made the blush deepen.
“I love that about you.”
“I love you, I’m waking you up in four hours. And now I’m going to go clean something, and make dinner, or I’m going to go nuts with frustration”
“Thinking about my balls and my cock?” he teased further.
“You are evil.”
“But you love me.”
“Yes I do, and yes I was thinking about your cock,” I admitted. I was thinking about his cock, his mouth, his hands, the feel of his skin.
“In four.” Then he rang off the line.
I was flushed and bothered.
How was I supposed to focus on anything? I made an executive decision, I would finish these receipts tomorrow and we were going out for dinner. I was afraid in my state of mind, I would burn something.
I went to the girls’ bathroom to release this frustration on scrubbing their tub. I don’t think that tub had been so clean since it was new.
Ares must have set himself an alarm, four hours later my phone buzzed with his ring tone. Bree answered. I heard her telling someone about getting ready for bed and wanting something from Germany. She pronounced it Guhr-mah-nee. I took the phone from her, not sure if I had just heard her say daddy.
“She called me Daddy” His voice was full of pride and groggy with sleep.
“I thought I heard that. Are you ready for that?” I asked.
“Hell yeah, and ready to call you wife.”
I smiled. I was still tracking the engagement in hours. It was not yet a full week. And less than that when we had left him in Atlanta, and twelve hours less than when he had flown off to the Netherlands. I constantly caught myself staring at the ring.
The girls were very eager to know what they could call him once we were married. We all agreed that ‘Daddy’ was the title of choice, and Bree began using it immediately. Actually, Bree had started using it in little slips even before we were engaged. I think Cassidy was saving it for the actual wedding, but I doubted she would wait that long. I was putting my money on the next time we all got to see him is when it would happen.
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