Apollo's 11

by Anna Collins

  “Turn that busy mind off, Callie,” he growled before sinking his teeth on my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. He soothed the pain with his tongue, swirling it around the areolae before sucking it like a babe and I mewled.

  “Apollo, I…,” I gasped.

  He took his mouth off my breast, and he let me go, so suddenly that my back hit the mattress with a light thump. My eyes were wide with surprise, and I was about to ask him why he stopped when he got onto his knees and placed both of his hands on the waistband of my panties, his fingers pushing underneath before starting to pull over my thighs then down my legs until they were completely off me. He got up and stood at the foot of the bed and just stared at me, his eyes moving slowly down every inch of my body and darkening with undisguised hunger.

  Had it been any other man standing in front of me now, I knew I would be so embarrassed. I would probably feel so ashamed of myself that I’d grab the sheets and pull them over me so he wouldn’t see. But Apollo was different.

  The way his eyes were scanning every inch of my skin, my face, my chest, my curves, my legs…every single part of me seemed to shiver with anticipation, and instead of feeling nervous or embarrassed by him, I felt confident, proud, downright beautiful. He made me feel like I had captured his full attention and that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His stare didn’t make me uncomfortable, but rather powerful. He made me feel powerful.

  The surge of confidence shooting through me led me to open my legs wider for him in invitation, giving him a clear view of where I wanted him to go. His reaction didn’t disappoint.

  He growled harshly as his eyes fell directly at my pussy and he pounced, leaning over my body as his fingers found my clit and pinched it while his lips found mine, kissing me like he wanted to dominate each and every part of my mouth with his talented tongue. I ground my hips to his hands and I felt his finger start to tap me lightly, probing until my lips separated and I had to wrench my mouth away from his to gasp for breath when he finally slid one finger inside of me, feeling and stroking my inner walls, making me pool with wetness even more.

  “Oh God,” I panted, and I felt Apollo’s lips graze along the side of my neck and along my jaw. My mind was concentrated on the feeling of his finger moving in and out of my core, and I almost lost it when I felt him add two more fingers in his assault.

  I felt Apollo’s breath on the shell of my ear before he nipped at it and whispered, his voice deeper and rougher than I’d ever heard him before.

  “Do you like that?” he whispered, and I nodded, biting my lip. “Tell me, Callie,” he said.

  “Oh God, yes,” I panted.

  “What else do you want me to do?” he asked, and I whimpered as he took his fingers out and started to rub my clit with them instead, my juices coating my clit.

  “Please,” I keened, and he slowed his ministrations. Jesus Christ, this man was dangerous. Did he really have to be so naughty in bed and make me talk about how much I wanted him to bury himself inside me? Why couldn’t he be this much of a talker on a regular day, outside of the bedroom?

  He took his mouth off my ear and I felt like screaming at him.

  “Please don’t stop,” I begged, and he shook his head.

  “You have to tell me what you want, Calista or I won’t do anything,” he threatened, and I screwed my eyes tight, so I didn’t have to see the look in his eyes. Was he serious?

  “I want…,” I started to say, and I opened my eyes at him, his eyes looking down at me patiently, a small smirk on his face and one eyebrow raised, looking like he was winning.

  I scowled at him. He was not going to get me that easily.

  I smiled devilishly at him in response, and before he could do anything, I placed my fingers on top of my clit and rubbed myself furiously, my mouth hanging open as I pleasured myself. I peeked up at Apollo’s face through my eyelashes, and I felt a surge of pride burst inside me as I caught sight of the shocked look on his face, like he hadn’t expected me to outsmart him at all.

  I pulled at my nipple with my other hand as I plunged my finger into my pussy and I screamed as I fell off the edge, my whole body quivering as I came. I took my hands off my body and laid on my bed, spread-eagled and spent, so I could barely open my eyes when I felt callused hands start to wrap around my ankles.

  “You’re a bad, bad girl,” Apollo said, his blue eyes glinting with lust as he stared down at me.

  “Don’t even act like you didn’t like watching me touch myself,” I said, still high with bravado. He raised his eyebrow again, and he chuckled.

  “Oh, I did like watching you,” he reassured me, his fingers slowly crawling up my legs and raising them up, so my feet were planted on the mattress. “But I wanted to be doing all the touching,” he said, and I moaned.

  “Stop teasing me and just touch me then,” I demanded.

  He let go of my legs, and I watched as he unbuttoned his jeans before letting them fall down to the floor along with his boxers and I couldn’t help but gawk at his package. Holy shit, now I was getting nervous. He was rock hard, and his cock was jutting proudly like a damn baseball bat. How was I supposed to accommodate that?

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Callie

  I was having second thoughts now. I didn’t doubt that his sword would drown me in pleasure, but how the hell was it going to fit?!

  The panic must’ve shown on my face because he smirked proudly before wrapping one hand around his cock, taunting and teasing me as he moved his hand up and down, pumping it slowly.

  “You don’t have to be scared, baby. I promise I’ll make you feel so good,” he said.

  He crawled on top and began kissing me again, taking his time to explore with his hands distracting me from his large member. Soon I was responding to his touches and exploring his body with my hands and lips until I felt his cock poke me in my thigh.

  I felt him touch me again and I shivered.

  “You’re ready,” he said, and before I could protest, I felt the tip of his cock outside of my core, and he spread my legs wider for him before impaling me with one strong thrust.

  I cried out as I felt a slight twinge of pain shock my system as he buried himself to the hilt, but when he moved back, taking himself out almost completely before plunging his dick inside me again, the feeling was instantly replaced with bursts of pleasure I had never felt before.

  Oh God, it felt so good. No, not good. Incredible. He was incredible.

  I hooked my legs around his hips, and I did the same with my arms, locking them around his neck as I met him thrust for thrust. He took it as a sign, and he pumped his cock harder, sharper, faster, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes and ride him with all my strength, our bodies slick and salty with sweat that I was half tempted to lick off of him.

  I felt his head move, and then his mouth engulfed mine, sending my mind into frenzy as our tongues dueled for dominance. I was seeing fireworks exploding behind my eyelids now, my brain working on overdrive as the intensity of my pleasure tripled, surrounding and consuming me completely. I felt my inner walls start to undulate and I screamed into his mouth as I came, my walls clenching around him and wrapping him up like I never wanted him to pull out again. He groaned and buried himself deeper than ever before, and I was so sure the tip of his cock was probably brushing the opening of my cervix now, and then I felt him come along with me.

  I felt his white hot seed splash and pour himself inside, filling me up completely. He kept moving his hips until he slowed and my walls would not stop undulating around him like it wanted to milk him for every spurt of come he was worth. He collapsed on top of me and even though he was heavy and hot, I didn’t mind his weight pressing over me at all. On the contrary, I loved it.

  I felt safe. I felt warm. I felt…wanted.

  I brushed my lips on his collarbone, giving it a soft kiss I wasn’t sure what it was even for. He took a deep breath and exhaled before moving off of me only to fall back to his side of the be
d. The irrational part of me popped instantly, and I began to panic, thinking now that he had finally accomplished what he wanted to do with me for a while, he was finally going to leave. However, the thoughts immediately cleared away when he pulled me towards him, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his leg over me, much like the way we were earlier. He kissed my shoulder and pulled me tighter into his chest, and my fears quickly dissipated.

  “Goodnight, Calista,” he whispered on my shoulder, his voice laced with exhaustion and something tender, dripping with more than affection, something I was reluctant to classify.

  And like his words were a personal light switch that turned me on and off, my eyes dropped heavily, and I fell into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Apollo

  I woke up with my face full of hair, and it took me a few seconds to remember why. I had sex with Callie last night, and I fell asleep next to her afterward with my arms wrapped around her.

  If I had known that arguing with her would lead straight to this, I probably would’ve done it sooner. But then again, our connection wouldn’t have been as strong as it was now, so the outcome wouldn’t have been as favorable…

  I should really stop overthinking about what happened between us, especially when over the course of the night, my hand had managed to cup her breast, and my dick was awake, prodding this beautiful woman’s backside. I raised my head and peeked at Callie’s face, relief washing over me as I realized she was still sound asleep.

  I had no idea what time it was, but if the sun’s rays peeking through the windows were any indication, I’d say it was late morning. I had a meeting at noon today, and I probably had to wake Callie up if we wanted to get there in time.

  But that didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun while I was at it.

  I moved my hand to tweak at her nipple while I moved the other towards the apex of her thighs, my fingertips relishing the feel of her smooth, creamy skin until it reached the lips covering her core. I started to move my fingers in a circular motion as I planted small open-mouth kisses across Callie’s shoulders, her back, spine, and up her exposed neck.

  She moaned softly, and the corners of my mouth twitched into a smile. She was probably dreaming about it now, her mind conjuring up the image and blending in with the truth. Any moment now and she was going to wake to the real thing, and I was torn between wanting her to wake up and prolonging this little game I was doing.

  My dick was twitching painfully in excitement, and I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I needed to bury myself inside of her again.

  I raised her leg up to open her wider, and I positioned myself right outside her entrance. I licked my lips first before driving myself inside of her entrance, groaning when I felt her wet heat engulf me completely. God, she felt so perfect wrapped around me that I swore she was made for me and me alone. She was so warm, so tight, and so wet, and fuck it, she was all mine.

  She mewled loudly, breaking my thoughts and I stopped what I was doing, thinking I may have accidentally hurt her. But then her hand rose up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer as she tilted her head to the side, her mouth open, searching.

  I looked up at her face to see if she was awake, but her eyes were still closed, and I couldn’t tell if she was faking it. I didn’t care if she was. She’d open her eyes soon enough.

  She was tugging on my scalp again, the same way she did last night, and I twisted her a little to change the angle of my thrust, hitting that soft, sweet spot inside her that I knew was the place to set her off the edge. She started moaning over and over, louder and louder until I saw her finally open her eyes. At first, she was confused, and it took her a couple of seconds before she realized I was actually fucking her.

  The moment she did, though, she bit her lip and gyrated her hips as best as she could with my hand lifting her leg, and I had to groan at the new sensations I was feeling. I was almost at my limit, but I didn’t want to come alone. I wanted her to jump off the cliff with me.

  “I’m so close, baby,” I admitted. “Are you coming too?” I asked, and she nodded her head vigorously.

  “Oh yes, oh yes,” she chanted.

  “Come with me,” I whispered, and then I felt her walls start to squeeze my dick, and I shuddered as I blew my load on her, pumping my hips over and over so she could get every last drop of my semen inside of her. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as she rode her orgasm and our chests were rising and falling in unison, the both of us breathing heavily from exertion.

  “Now that’s my kind of wake up call,” Callie said, and I chuckled before turning her in my arms to give her a kiss. After a few minutes, Callie pulled away, and I sighed.

  “We have to get ready. You have an important meeting today, remember?” she asked.

  Of course, I did. But now that I had her, I didn’t feel like leaving this bed to do anything else. It was irresponsible and unlike me to not put my work above all things, and the thought was starting to make me nervous.

  Not nervous enough to give up the idea of staying in and having my way with her, though.

  “I could cancel it,” I suggested, and she rolled her eyes at me while she gathered the sheets and wrapped it around her body before she stood up.

  “I bet your prospective clients would love that,” she said sarcastically. She walked over to her closet and started to pull some clothes out from the hangers. I turned to my side and perched my head on my hand as I watch her pick her clothes, finding how ridiculous she kept one of her hands tucked in her body so the bed sheet she was wearing wouldn’t fall off.

  “I don’t see the point of you covering yourself up with that when I’ve already seen you without it,” I said.

  “Well, I’m not exactly confident about traipsing around my room in my birthday suit while you are lounging in my bed,” she explained, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I recalled everything that had happened earlier and the amazing night we had together. I saw her bite her lip, her cheeks staining red and I knew she was thinking the exact same thing I was, and it made me want to pounce on her again.

  “Stop that,” I said, and she blinked.

  “Stop what?”

  “Stop biting your lip. You’re making me want to come over there and do it for you,” I said bluntly, and her bottom lip jutted out from under her teeth as she gasped. “Now you know.”

  “I’m gonna take a shower,” she blurted out, changing the subject. “Okay?”

  “Want me to join you?” I asked, and she shook her head.

  “No!” she cried, and I raised my eyebrows at her. “Um, I don’t think showering together is a good idea, especially since we’re in a hurry,” she explained, and I nodded. “You know what? Maybe you should take a shower first. I’ll just stay here for a bit and fix my stuff,” she suggested.

  “Sounds good to me,” I said, getting up from bed myself. She instantly looked away, and I frowned at her. Why was she acting like this?

  “Can you put some clothes on?” she asked.

  “What’s the point? I’m going to shower anyway,” I said.

  “Yeah, but…I’m sort of not used to--,” I cut her off.

  “A guy walking around naked in your apartment?” I completed, and she nodded. “What? Was your ex not confident enough?” I asked, not willing to miss an opportunity to take a jab at her ex-boyfriend.

  “I really don’t want to talk about him right now,” she said, her eyes downcast. It annoyed me a little that her pasty ass ex-boyfriend still had an effect on her even after what happened between us, but I managed to rein in my ire. It had only been a couple of days, after all, so the wound might still be fresh. However…

  I walked up to her and tilted her head up so I could give her a deep kiss that lasted for just a second before I pulled away. Her eyes became a little hazy with wonder just as I intended, and I brushed the smooth skin of her cheek with my thumb.

  “You don’t need to hurt because of him anymore, Callie. I’m here now.
You’ve got me,” I told her tenderly, and she grinned and nodded. I gave her one last peck before walking towards her shower, and I had to smirk as I heard the sharp intake of breath she took as she watched me walk away.

  “I think you should really reconsider my offer about showering together. It’s bound to be a lot better than waiting for me to finish up, right?” I said, turning my head to take a glance at her.

  She didn’t need to be told twice.

  Chapter Forty

  Callie

  I had to drive Apollo back to his place after we showered because he didn’t have any extra clothes with him, and none of the shirts or pants that Nick had left at my place could fit his enormous physique. It got me thinking that maybe he should start packing stuff to take to my place so he wouldn’t experience the same kind of hassle the next time.

  Hold on a second, brain. Next time?

  You’re really that confident that there’s going to be a next time?

  Well, sure. We practically had sex three times now, what with that mind-blowing thing he did back in your shower—

  But this is the new millennium, after all. Sex isn’t considered a sacred act restricted only between two people who love each other. Heck, in this day and age, sex is practically the non-verbal form of ‘Hello.'

  Simply put, Apollo and I just said ‘hello’ to each other, thrice, with our nether regions.

  You stupid, stupid girl, Callie. And you hadn’t even thought of telling him to suit up those times. Morning after pills cost an arm and a limb these days, you know.