by Bella King
I was an adult, but my mother still thought she could call the shots. I hoped that she would chill out a bit in retirement. This vacation was a good start. I only wished that she could match my father’s level of chill one day, but maybe that was too much to ask for.
I left the kitchen and dashed up to my room to get my stuff, taking the stairs two or three at a time as though that would get me to school significantly faster. That’s just the way I liked to do it. I always thought they should make steps bigger. Then, I could take them one at a time.
I dashed back down to the front door, blowing my mother kiss goodbye as I hopped out onto the porch and ran to school. I had found new energy in life again, and I couldn’t wait to talk to Apollo about our sleepover plans for the next month. We would train him for the next round of exams, get him back on the team, and fuck the month away. Everything would be perfect.
I found Apollo in the library, reading through a fresh set of textbooks that he had bought the day before. I was impressed by his willingness to learn, but it was really only due to pussy and football. Hey, if that’s what it took, then so be it. It was better than not being able to motivate him and him dropping out.
Part of me wanted to leave him there uninterrupted, but I knew he was waiting for me. I slipped into the seat beside him quietly as he studied his books. He looked up. “Hey babe,” he said.
“Babe?” I asked, teasing him by copying what he had said to me before.
“Oh, stop. I think we’re past that,” Apollo said, smiling and shaking his head.
He looked stunning today, dressed more neatly than usual, and missing the stubble that scratched my face when I kissed him. He looked more refined and rather like his father. I wouldn’t dare tell him that, though. He’d probably go back to his punkish rebel phase in an instant.
“What are we, anyway?” I asked, my tone betraying the seriousness of the inquiry.
“Lovers,” Apollo responded.
“Would that make us girlfriend and boyfriend?” I asked, drumming my red nails against one of his textbooks.
“I’d have to think about it,” Apollo said, looking back to his notes.
“Hey,” I said, throwing a punch into his shoulder.
“Fuck, ouch. Okay,” Apollo said, rubbing his arm. “We’re official.”
“Really?” I asked, thinking that it couldn’t possibly be that easy.
“Georgia, I’ve been chasing you for the longest damn time. Do you think I’m going to let you slip away like a fling? I want you for longer than that,” Apollo said, his voice softening.
“How long?” I asked, batting my lashes at him. They were long and dark from the mascara I had purchased over fall break.
“I don’t know, maybe forever,” Apollo said, going back to his notes.
My heart skipped a beat, and the butterflies returned to my lower stomach. I was enamored by Apollo now, sucked into his charm so deep that he could tell me no a thousand times, and I would still love him just the same. Perhaps I was unreasonable, but love does that to you. It’s not something you can use logic with.
“I’m staying with you this month. You know that, right?” I asked, leaning down to Apollo, my breasts hanging in my shirt, the V-neck giving him enough of a view for him to drool over. I would give it all to him tomorrow night, but for now, I would tease him to the limit.
“Yeah, my father told me. I think it’s pretty dope. My father prepared the guest room for you, but you’re sleeping in my bed,” Apollo said.
“I would love that more than anything,” I said, the words dripping off my red lips into his ear.
I watched in delight as Apollo shuddered at my words. He was just as susceptible to my charm as I was to his. The playing field was finally equal, and maybe it always had been. I was just too afraid to notice. Not anymore. Now, I had power, and I used it to tame the beast inside of Apollo. I think he needed a woman like me in his life. Tough guys always do.
Chapter 32
As the cold grows nearer, we should also grow nearer to our loved ones.
Once my parents had left for their month-long Caribbean vacation, I settled into Apollo’s house, bringing a large suitcase filled with everything I could possibly need for the stay and more. I never under packed, but very often overpacked for vacations. A month was a long time, so I brought half the house with me.
“You have somebody in there?” Mr. Winterlake mused as I hauled my suitcase through the brought door, struggling to lift it over the step.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Apollo offered, lifting it like it was a bag of feathers with one hand and carrying it down the hallway to the guest room.
“I might have snuck a few bowling balls in with me. I don’t know,” I joked.
This got a chuckled from Mr. Winterlake, who always seemed to be in a fine mood. I suppose he didn’t know about his son being kicked from the football team, but if everything went according to plan, he wouldn’t have to. Apollo was working very hard to fix his grades and get back on the team.
“You have a private bathroom in your room,” Mr. Winterlake said, motioning down the hall to the doorway that Apollo had disappeared through. “You can also help yourself to anything in the kitchen should you get hungry during the night. I know Apollo already eats have the fridge while everyone is sleeping.”
“Got to have energy for football,” Apollo said, coming back down the hallway and winking at me.
I smiled. “That’s true.”
Mr. Winterlake smiled and nodded, then glanced at his diamond-covered wristwatch and furrowed his brow. “I have a meeting in a few minutes. I’ll be in my office. Apollo,” he said, turning to his son. “Make sure she gets settled in comfortably.”
Apollo saluted him. “Yes, sir.”
“Perfect,” Mr. Winterlake said, walking off in toward the basement stairs where his office was located.
The Winterlake house was a grand one, laced with all types of expensive odds and ends. There were tusks that probably cost more than my parents’ house itself, caged in glass and put on shelves for display. There were golden framed paintings that looked like something you would find in a renaissance art museum. Not a single thing looked cheap, and I’m sure that was just the beginning. I had only seen the hallway so far!
Apollo gave me a tour of the rest of the house, and I marveled at how pristine the entire place was. I had seen a lot of money in my short life on this earth, but this place blew me away. That was coming from a rich family already.
There was a long wooden table in the dining room, cut from a single tree, and built into the house because it would never fit through the front door. It was a deep red, which Apollo assured me was the natural color of the wood. It was polished to near perfection.
“We can fuck on that,” Apollo whispered in my ear as I admired its splendor.
“Should we?” I asked, looking up and back at him.
“It’s for decoration. Nobody eats there,” he replied, patting my shoulder. “Let me show you my room. I think you’ll like it.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I’m going to pump you full of my cum in there,” Apollo answered.
“Fair enough,” I said, taking his outstretched hand and letting him lead me to the bedroom. I was ready for him to take me after having a two-day break from sex. It was still a new thing for me, but damn if it wasn’t addicting. With Apollo, every time was a new adventure. It was amazing sex, and I was learning that I liked it quite rough.
Apollo’s bedroom was huge, and his bed looked larger than a king-size. I dove into it right when we arrived, eager to soak up his essence from the bed before he joined me in it. I began stripping off my clothes straight away, throwing them at him as I removed them.
“That’s the spirit,” Apollo said with a handsome, cocky smirk as he closed the door. “I could get used to this.”
“Please do,” I responded, spreading my legs and beckoning him in with one finger.
Apollo joined me in
the bed, moving over me like a cloud before the rest of the storm arrives. I could feel the heat and urgency radiating from his body as he gazed down at my naked body, feasting on it with his eyes as if he were seeing it for the first time.
I reached up, undoing the buttons on his shirt one by one, licked my lips at the sight I revealed when I finally had them all undone. His body was perfectly crafted, not a single thing out of place. I couldn’t get over how perfect he was, and now he was all mine to enjoy.
I ran my nails over his muscles. “Remember what I can do with these,” I said, pressing them into his flesh a bit harder when I spoke.
“Remember what I can do with this?” Apollo replied, pulling his stiff cock from his pants.
“I certainly do,” I said, grabbing it in my hand and tugging on it. He let out a moan, so I did it again. Another moan escaped his lips. I could tell he wanted me badly. If I teased him enough, he would take me hard, which is what I needed.
“I’m so wet for you,” I said, looking into his beautiful swirling green eyes.
He reached a hand down and felt between my legs, his fingers slipping against my natural lubrication. “Fuck, I need that,” he said, pulling his cock from my hand and pushing his pants all the way down.
“Kiss me first,” I said, pouting my lips.
“Anything for you, princess,” Apollo said, sticking his tongue out and tracing it up my belly to my breasts. He lingered on one of them, sucking the nipple into his hot mouth and causing me a world of pleasure in that alone. He moved up to my neck, making a mark with his suction that I would have to cover before dinner.
By the end of his journey, I was the one who needed him straight away. Fuck kisses, I needed to be fucked.
But Apollo took his time, pressing his lips against mine while the head of his throbbing manhood brushed against my shimmering entrance. I tried to pull him in, but he was too strong for me. He stayed still on top, kissing me until I could take it no more.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged.
“Ask and receive, my dear,” Apollo said, then pushed his cock into me in one swift movement. The thrust was deep, filling me up to the brink immediately.
I yelped as he went in but pulled him in further when he tried to pull out some. I wasn’t going to have that. I needed him as deep as he could go. I wanted him to fuck me like the sun wasn’t rising tomorrow.
“I’m your whore,” I moaned into his ear. “Use me.”
That got him going. He pumped his hips at a fast rhythm from the get-go, gripping the far edge of the bed to stabilize himself as he plowed into me with brute force. I took it all inside of me, gasping and moaning my encouragements as he let loose his inner demons inside of me.
Apollo grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard in his large hands while he rode my pussy for all it was worth. His thumbs flicked across my nipples, making them even harder than they got when he first entered me. I then pinched them, pulling me up by them alone.
It hurt, but in a way that I enjoyed. I wanted him to do more, to push it further, but I could tell he wasn’t trying to do real damage. He just wanted to move me, to shock me into a state of pleasure unreachable with normal sex. What fun was vanilla when you had a ghost pepper to season your bedsheets with?
I arched my back, giving my breasts to Apollo to enjoy. He leaned down to suck them as he pumped his hips faster. The primal rhythm quickened, indicative of the explosive orgasm that would soon follow.
My world was spinning, spiraling into the joys that only a man like Apollo could give me. I wrapped my legs around him as he fucked hard, beginning to spasm and twitch as the pleasure overtook me. There was no Apollo, and there was no Georgia. There was only us, together as a pure ball of euphoric energy, stripped of all ego, emotions, and physical substance. We were perfect.
Then, as quickly as it came, it was gone. I lay panting in the bed, Apollo’s body on top of me, pinning me deep in the plush mattress. I petted his sweaty hair, holding him in my arms as the shimmering light of pleasure slowly fading back to reality. This was all I ever needed, and I would be getting it all month long.
Chapter 33
We taste paradise a few times in our lives. Savor that.
The following month could be described as the best month of my life, and that would be correct, but it wouldn’t do it the justice that it deserved. That month with Apollo changed me as a person. It opened my eyes to how beautiful love was, something I never saw because of how my parents always fought.
I was falling deeper, with no signs of slowing down. This was it, the moment that people wait for, beg for, crawl through hell for. This was the point in my life when I threw up my hands and surrendered to the forces that came, swept away by currents stronger than I could swim against. They pulled me into a whirlpool and flushed me down into Apollo’s heart.
It wasn’t just the sex that did it for me. It was everything that I shared with him. The cuddles late into the night, the warmth of his words, and the look in his apple eyes as he told me that he loved me. That was to die for.
I never imagined that the man I hated would become the man that I loved so dearly. Apollo was green, and I was red, but together, we didn’t cancel each other out. We rose higher, stronger, and better than we could ever be when we were pitted against each other.
I finally felt peace and love, and Apollo felt the same. He also took the time to study, work hard, and pass his exams with flying colors. The teachers at Winterlake Prep were actually so surprised by his sudden turnaround that they had to check the surveillance footage in the classroom to make sure he hadn’t cheated.
He passed the watchful eyes of the school administration and was reinstated as captain of the football team. His father was none the wiser, happy with how his son was doing in school without quite knowing why that was the case. It would be Apollo and I’s little secret.
Oh, and Apollo and I did fuck on that long wooden table. It was fun, but a bit too glossy for me to stay still on it once I got to sweating.
I grew comfortable at the Winterlake mansion, finding it difficult to leave when my parents finally returned home from their month-long vacation. They practically had to drag me out of there as I picked up a final piece of gourmet cheese on a silver toothpick from a platter that was sitting in the kitchen.
“Thank you so much for having her,” my father said, shaking Mr. Winterlake’s hand as we were leaving.
“My pleasure,” he replied, nodding and flashing a winning smile.
Apollo mouthed the same phrase to me, raising his eyebrows a few times for emphasis. I held back a smile the best that I could.
“I hope you two enjoyed your getaway. I was thinking of going on one myself, maybe leaving Apollo with you folks?” Mr. Winterlake asked, leaning in slightly. When he asked a question to my father, it was more like an order. My father would never say no to a man that powerful.
“Of course, any time,” my father said eagerly.
“I’m sure we can make an arrangement at a later date. Until then, farewell,” Mr. Winterlake said with an elegant flick of his wrist in a half-wave.
“Goodbye,” my mother said, smiling up at him. That smile was big enough to tell me that Apollo’s father may have very well saved their marriage with his oil pipeline deal. My mother looked like she was 21 again, full of energy and fire. They must have had a wonderful time, but I was pretty sure Apollo and I had them beat.
Whatever the case, I noticed that my parents had found new romance, and that brought me a lot of joy. The house felt different now with everyone back together, and happy, even Cora was in a fine mood, spending as much time as she could with Apollo’s half-brother before he went back to college.
Everything was how it should be.
Epilogue
The sun shone high in the sky as I stood at the bleachers with my parents and Mr. Winterlake. The first snowflakes as winter were beginning to float down from the heavens, but that didn’t stop the Winterlake football team from playing their final m
atch against our rival school, Crimson High.
Apollo had trained hard for this moment. He was already guaranteed a spot on the university team, but I felt that he wanted to earn his place, instead of it being handed to him by his father. He had already worked so hard to get his grades in order and get back on the team, that he saw little reason to stop there. Why not do better?
Apollo had grown a lot since he first pushed me into a locker and teased me for things that I couldn’t help about myself. He wasn’t the same rebellious teenager that broke me down and made me submit to him. He was much greater than that now, and I hoped that everyone could see his transformation as well as I did.
Not a day went by when that man wasn’t bringing me flowers or writing love poems to slip into my locker for me to discover after class. He always had some way to express his love for me, and I only hoped I could return a fraction of the love he poured onto me.
Apollo was a handsome man, with serpent green eyes and a body built for battle, but he never used it against me. He was my protector, my savior, and my lover deep into the night. He was everything I ever needed and more, and I would have him for the rest of my life.
I watched him as he jogged onto the field, helmet in hand. He blew me a kiss through the crisp air, and I caught it, pulling to my heart before blowing him one in return. My parents smiled at the exchange, probably remembering their own romance as young adults.
Those two had amazed me with how they finally repaired the bond that was so close to breaking. Maybe they shouldn’t have waited until the last second, but the last second was better than never. I hoped I never got to that point in my relationship with Apollo, but if we ever did have times of trouble, I was certain that we would be able to fix them together, as a team.
Apollo was a team player, after all. I watched him on the field as he worked with his team to score point after point, dashing down the lines of sturdy opponents, knocking them over with his massive body, and winning the game for his team. He was playing with his heart, and that meant that he would win every time.
