Page 103 of Ruin

“Almost…” He presses his index finger to his lips. “Spread those legs wider, ballerina.” He indicates, using the same finger.

Annoyance rises in my throat. “I’m not a ballerina anymore, remember?”

His jaw tightens. “I remember. Now, spread your legs.”

Defiance pokes at me. I open my legs a fraction wider.

Irritation flashes in his eyes.

He walks forward, standing between my legs, and drops down to his knees, so we’re at eye-level.

He leans in and puts his mouth against my ear. My breath stutters.

“You can do better than that. Don’t forget, I know exactly how flexible you are.”

I don’t get a chance to tell him that I’m also five years older and that I have had a baby since then. Because, the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back, my legs are spread akimbo, and Zeus’s mouth is on my pussy.

And, apparently, I am still that flexible.

“God,” I breathe.

His eyes lift to mine, his mouth glistening with me. “That’s what they say, baby.”

“Cocky bastard,” I mutter.

“And you know that I definitely have the goods to back that fact up.”

I smile despite myself.

But the smile is wiped off a second later, replaced with a muffled cry of pleasure, when he puts his mouth back on me, sucking my clit.

His finger pushes inside me a second later, quickly followed by another, and then he fucks me with them.

I’m writhing with need, needing more…needing all of him.

His free hand clamps down over my stomach, holding me in place.

“Play with your tits,” he roughly orders me.

He always did like to see me touching myself. Well, when he could get involved, too.

God, I remember the times I would tease him, touching myself, turning him on to the point of madness, when he couldn’t have sex with me because he had a fight the next day and was in abstinence.

After his fight was done though, I would get the hell fucked out of me. Just the way I liked it.

I unclip my bra. Thank God for front fastening.

My hands go to my breasts. Cupping one in each hand, I roll my nipples between my fingers while he mercilessly licks, sucks, and bites my clit.

“Z…I’m close…” I groan. And boy am I ever.

Zeus is the only one who’s ever been able to get me off this quickly. With other men, it’s always taken longer.

Maybe it’s because he’s the one who taught me about my body…taught me about sex. He was the first guy I slept with.

I, once upon a long time ago, thought he would be the only guy I’d have sex with.

Turned out, I was wrong. But I won’t go down that road of bitterness right now.