Through my Window by ARIANA Godoy ,Chapter 56,The Last Party – ARES –

“Spread your legs,” I growl against her lips. It’s not a request but a command. Between kisses, she has managed to close them, keeping me slightly away, pressed against her knees. She thinks it can stop me. I grab her hair, my eyes meeting hers. I can see the amusement in her gaze, she’s challenging me. “Spread your legs, Witch,” I repeat, pressing my hand into her hair. She smiles at me. “No.” I kiss her again, my mouth relentlessly on hers, claiming her, leaving her panting. She likes to tease me, to challenge me, and she likes it when I lose control and give it to her rough. So I slip my free hand between her legs as she struggles to try and close them, squeezing my hand, but I reach her panties and my finger brushes over them, stealing a moan from her. I leave her lips to move down to her breasts, sucking and biting them through her dress. I use my finger to pull her panties aside and touch her there directly with my thumb. “Oh, Ares.” She bends her head back.
“Do you think you can resist me?” I ask her, even though I know she can’t. Her wetness is all the answer I need. “Yes, I can,” she whispers between gasps. I raise an eyebrow, while freeing her hair and using both hands to remove her underwear. “No, Ares,” she teases, but she doesn’t put up any resistance at all. She likes to play this game, the attempt at resistance, only to be fucked hard. Abruptly, I force her legs open, and she shudders. I grab the back of her knees and pull her until she is on the edge of the table, open and exposed to me. The scent of her arousal is delicious and almost makes me fuck her right there, but I hold back. I want her to beg. I kneel in front of her, and she cries out when my mouth makes contact with her. I devour her unceremoniously without stopping. Her moans echo throughout the dark room, exciting me even more. Her moans are my favorite sound after her voice. Her legs shake on my shoulders. Moan, shudder, and beg for me, Witch. Your pleasure fills me in inexplicable ways. You are everything to me. I can feel her shaking and I know her orgasm is near, so I stop and stand up, leaving her hanging. Our eyes meet, and hers are pleading. Her brown hair looks black in this darkness. I run my thumb across my lower lip, wiping it clean. She doesn’t move, doesn’t close her legs, she just stares at me. I take my time unbuttoning my shirt and she watches as each button comes off, exposing me. As I take it off, her hands run over my chest, down to my abs. “You’re so sexy, Ares Hidalgo,” she murmurs, surrendering. I grab her hand and push it down to my pants so she can feel how hard I am. She squeezes me lightly and makes me grunt. Oh no, she’s not going to have
power over me, not tonight. I slip between her legs, bringing our faces closer. “Beg me to fuck you, Witch.” She gives me a mischievous smile. “What if I don’t?” “You’ll go back to that party wet and unsatisfied,” I tell her. She bites my lower lip. “You’ll suffer too.” I step back from her and unbutton my pants. “No.” “Are you giving up?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. I shake my head, letting my pants fall to the floor along with my boxers, and begin to touch myself. Her hungry eyes look at me with desire. I brush against her wet entrance but don’t penetrate her, and I step back. She opens her mouth to protest but then closes it again, fighting with all her being. She doesn’t want to lose. I’ll make it harder for her then. I begin to play between her legs, her wetness slipping from my fingers, and she closes her eyes, moaning. “Beg me, Witch.” She shakes her head. “I . . . Oh, Ares.” “I know you want to beg me,” I murmur, moving my fingers faster. “I know you want to feel me inside you, fucking you, hard, over and over again.” I know she likes it when I talk to her like this. It turns her on, and I’m crazy about her reaction to my words. I kiss her again, using my tongue inside her mouth to let her know how much I want her. A single plea from her will be enough for me to bury myself in her and end this torture. When we separate to breathe, she removes my hand from her wetness and with wide eyes says it.
“Please fuck me, Ares.” Her words send a current of desire coursing down my body to my manhood. “Say it again,” I demand. She puts her hands around my neck and whispers in my ear. “Please fuck me hard, Ares.” She doesn’t have to ask again. I grab her waist and pull her to me, her legs around my hips. I thrust into her with a single move, and a choked cry leaves her lips. She’s so hot and wet that the sensation leaves me motionless for a moment. I recover and attack her neck, beginning to move quickly in and out of her. Raquel leans back, supporting herself with her arms behind her. “Oh God, yes, Ares, I love it, more, please.” I hold on to her hips to speed up the rhythm. I can see everything and that turns me on. I’m a visual man, so I love positions where I can see everything. Raquel moans uncontrollably. “That’s the way you like it, huh? Hard?” She keeps moaning. “You’re mine, Raquel,” I tell her, “and I’m fucking yours.” “Yes!” She grabs my neck again, and her hands move down my back until I feel her nails digging into my skin. “Faster!” she pleads, and I growl with desire, obeying. Nibbling on her neck, I keep moving, feeling her completely. I bury myself and lose myself in her. I squeeze her hips so hard that she winces, though I know she loves to make me lose control. My rhythm grows relentless and fast, and I can feel her getting even wetter. Her orgasm is getting closer and that only brings me closer to mine. Her moans become even louder. Her words bolder and more sexual, and that’s all I need to come inside her, with her. Our orgasms rage, leaving us breathless and in absolute pleasure. I rest my forehead on hers. Her eyes are closed.
“Raquel.” She opens her eyes and looks at me and then it happens, that big difference, that connection that burns between the two of us. “I love you so much.” The words leave my mouth, she always makes me so cheesy. “I love you, too, Greek God,” she says breathlessly. We get dressed and walk out into the lonely hallway back to the gym, where prom is still in full swing. Raquel walks awkwardly and uncomfortably, and a smirk dances on my lips. She notices and furrows her brows. “Enjoy it, you idiot.” I play innocent. “What’s wrong? Can’t you walk?” “Don’t start,” she threatens, giving me a light punch on the arm. I grab her hand. “You deserved it for provoking me,” I say. She snorts. Running my thumb across her cheek, I reach up and kiss her softly, enjoying every little brush of our lips. When I pull away, I kiss her nose. “Come on, Witch, time to get back to the dance, and let everyone know that your boyfriend just gave you the fuck of your life.” I wink at her, and she taps me on the shoulder. “You’re still an idiot, Greek God.” “An idiot you beg to fuck you.” “Shut up!” Smiling, we enter the gym.
– RAQUEL
Ouch.
It hurts to walk. I never believed it when guys said, “I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk properly,” but now, thanks to Ares, I know the truth. He’s walking around with an arrogant expression. I give him a killer look, to which he responds with a wink as he continues talking to Joshua. Ares and Joshua have been getting along great lately, and I’m happy about it. There’s nothing better than your boyfriend and your best friend getting along. Dani, on the other hand, is giving me a look that I know all too well. “What?” “You got fucked hard, didn’t you?” she asks. “Dani!” I protest, averting my gaze. She raises her glass and clinks it with mine. “Cheers, you bitch. I love it.” Anyone would be offended, but Dani means it affectionately. I know, it’s weird, but what can I say? My best friend is weird. Ares approaches us. “We’ll go to the after-party at my house, right?” He asks us. “Yes.” Dani nods. “Dean sent me a text, apparently they’re already there.” We all leave the dance and head to Ares’s car. It’s barely nine o’clock. I can’t believe so much has happened in such a short time.
As soon as I walk into Ares’s house, I hear someone call my name. “Raquel!” Gregory shouts, stretching out his arms, and I hug him tightly. “Congratulations!” I like Gregory a lot, and I get along really well with him, way better than with Marco. Marco is so . . . I don’t know how to explain it. His personality is very closed, so similar to Ares when I met him, and maybe that’s why they’re best friends.
“Enough,” Ari says, pushing Gregory away from me. Gregory looks around. “Okay, Mr. Boring.” I glance around the beautifully decorated room. There are a few people already there, including some guys from Ares’s school. There are also a few adults, and I guess that they’re the parents of his friends. My eyes spot Claudia in a very nice black dress with two other girls dressed like her, and then I notice them passing champagne and snacks around. Oh, they’re servers. I look for Ares’s parents, but I don’t see them, and my eyes fall on an older man sitting on the sofa in a very elegant suit. Grandpa? Yes, that’s him. Ares has shown me pictures of him, and there are more hanging around the house. Grandpa Hidalgo has an incredible air of confidence. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s as if wisdom emanates from him. When Ares told me about the way his grandpa spoke to his father and Artemis, he earned all my respect. A big part of me wants to go hug him and thank him, but I know I’m a stranger. Artemis is next to him, wearing a suit as well. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in casual clothes. Elegance definitely runs in this family. I leave Ares talking to his friends and turn to Claudia, who smiles at me when she sees me. “Hello, congratulations.” “Thank you,” I say. “It was a very . . . interesting year.” “I know,” she agrees. “But you made it, I’m happy for you.” “Me too. How are you?” She shrugs. “Surviving, you know.” “I’m glad to see you.” “Do you want some?” She offers me a glass of champagne, and I take it. “Thank you. I should let you get on with it.”
I walk away to sit on a sofa on one side of the room. They must have moved it to make room for people. I swirl the glass in my hands, watching the liquid inside it, my mind distracted, thinking a thousand things at once. The couch sinks slightly as someone sits quietly beside me. I recognize the smell of that sophisticated, expensive cologne. “To what do I owe the honor?” I joke, turning to look at him. Artemis smiles at me. “Curiosity. Your mind doesn’t seem to be here.” “It’s that obvious, huh?” “I admire your ability to celebrate despite what this means for your relationship.” “It’s not easy.” “I didn’t say it was.” He loosens the knot of his tie a little. “That’s why I admire you.” “My mother said the same thing, something about being mature for my age.” “Ares is lucky,” he says. I raise an eyebrow. “Is that an indirect compliment?” I ask. He says nothing, taking a sip from his glass, so I tease him some more. “Artemis Hidalgo, the iceberg, just gave me a compliment. Am I dreaming?” “Don’t act so surprised.” His countenance has an air of sadness and melancholy. “I can tell the difference between good and bad people.” He points at me with his glass. “You are one of the good ones, and that’s why you have my respect.” I don’t know what to say. His eyes fall on Ares, who is openly laughing at something Gregory just said. “I never thought he’d have the ability to overcome what happened to us, to believe in someone in this way, and change for the better. Not just because
he was able to fall in love. Ares isn’t the same capricious boy he was a year ago who didn’t value anything or anyone. Somehow that gives me hope. Maybe all isn’t lost for me.” He drinks the rest of his champagne in one gulp. “Thank you, Raquel.” He gives me an honest smile, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve seen him smile. He gets up and walks away, leaving me speechless.