Apollo's 11

by Anna Collins

  “Oh Miss Cohen, it has been my dream for a very long time,” I joked back, and I kissed her lips before she could protest.

  I took her in my arms and carried her upstairs, not taking our lips off each other. She placed her hand on my neck and face as she plunged her tongue inside my mouth, and it was taking all of me to concentrate on the next step so we wouldn’t fall down.

  We reached my bedroom door, and she grabbed the handle and opened it for me. I immediately laid her on the bed before getting on top of her. I couldn’t get enough of kissing this woman, and I wasn’t going to let this night end before I got to taste every inch of her body.

  I got up and pulled my shirt over my head, and she wasted no time placing her hands on my chest, letting her fingers travel across my abs and then brushing against my nipples. She placed her mouth on the center of my chest and started traversing the planes of my body, going lower and lower until she was facing directly at my belt.

  She bit her lip as she looked up at me through her long eyelashes, her dainty hands making quick work of my belt buckles and zipper, and I remembered the sex dream I had about her sucking my dick. I was willing to bet she was so much better at sucking cock in reality than in my fantasy.

  She pulled my jeans and my boxers down and then she grabbed my cock with two hands, sending a jolt of electricity through my nervous system. She started to lick at the tip, her tongue swirling at the small opening before she tilted my dick up so she could lick at its sides.

  She licked me like a popsicle for a moment before popping the head of my cock into her mouth, her teeth dragging across my member like she was threatening to snap it off until she swirled her tongue all over it.

  “Aw fuck, Callie, I want to be all the way inside of your mouth, baby,” I said my voice starting to sound gruff from ecstasy. She did as I asked and she took all my cock into her mouth, bobbing her head over and over before driving my cock deeper into her mouth until the tip of my cock was brushing against the walls of her throat. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to calm myself down because I wasn’t willing to come yet, but then the vibrations coming from her throat as she hummed made me lose control and I came inside her so hard, my cum started to drip at the corner of her mouth.

  She sucked the head of my cock one last time, making sure she caught every drop before pulling her mouth away with a pop. My eyes darkened with lust as she looked slowly up at my face, her lips wet with my seed, and instead of wiping it off of her mouth, her little pink tongue slid out and ran over her lips, licking my cum off.

  Jesus Christ, she was so fucking sexy.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Callie

  “You look a little overdressed,” Apollo said roughly, and I looked down at myself, realizing that I was still wearing my blouse and skirt. I started to unbutton my blouse, and when I was about to take it off, he stopped me and pushed me down on the bed and pulled me up until my ass was hanging over the edge. He pushed my skirt up until it was bunched up around my waist like a belt before he dragged my panties down my legs.

  “It’s your turn,” he whispered, his breath was starting to tickle my clit, and I couldn’t help but wiggle my ass in anticipation.

  He spread my lips open before piercing me with his steel tongue, and I lifted my hips up, the pleasure he was inflicting made me skyrocket into orbit. He was like a man starved for days looking for sustenance, and I was his first meal. He inserted a finger inside of me, twisting and pushing a part of my inner walls and forcing me to arch my back, giving in to the feeling of Apollo’s mouth in my core.

  I could feel my inner walls starting to convulse, and Apollo stopped what he was doing, cutting off my pleasure in an instant. I whimpered. He waited for me to come down from the plateau before starting me up again, playing with my nipples until they were fully erect and sensitive before using his mouth to suckle and bite.

  I didn’t know how long I could last this sweet torment Apollo was inflicting on me, but I knew that none of this foreplay could ever compare to the feeling of him inside me, and I was fed up waiting. We helped each other peel off our clothes before he started playing with my clit with his fingers again, and I opened my mouth.

  “Apollo, please put it inside me. I can’t bear it anymore,” I told him, and then he was sitting up and pulling me with him.

  “Turn around,” he said, and I immediately did as he was told, only to stare at my reflection as I was facing a full mirror. His hands snaked from behind me and then placed one of them in my mound while the other caressed my breast.

  “Open your eyes, Callie,” he said, and I opened my eyes to see that my reflection was staring up at me, watching me as Apollo finally pushed his cock straight into my pussy. “You look so beautiful.”

  I moaned louder as I watched myself get fucked from behind and instead of feeling embarrassed, I felt strong, attractive, even a little…loved.

  Not to mention that the sight of Apollo’s face in the height of pleasure as he kept me steady on my knees, whispering how beautiful I was made me feel sexy as hell.

  Soon I had enough of watching and turned myself around. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I moved my butt up and down before kissing him sensuously on the mouth, tasting myself on his tongue, shivering

  He placed his hands on my waist so he could control my pace and I let him, becoming a slave to the feelings consuming me and threatening to spill over. I bit my lip as I felt my orgasm rush over me like a river crashing against the sand. I screamed Apollo’s name so loud that I was grateful he didn’t have any neighbors. Apollo bit my shoulder as his own release sent him crashing too.

  That night I laid my head on Apollo’s chest, the steady beat of his heart serving as my lullaby. The last thing I thought before I finally fell asleep was how the sound of my heartbeat was just the same as Apollo’s, and I didn’t know why.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Callie

  Ares continued to stare at me as he sipped his chocolate milkshake, leaving me to think about why exactly I was here in the first place.

  Perseus had called Apollo early this morning to tell him that Ares’ principal at his school wanted the little guy to apologize for breaking another kid’s nose, but he wasn’t having it. When his class adviser asked him, to tell the truth about what happened, Ares kept his mouth shut, unwilling to talk to anyone else except his family.

  And that was where the problem came in. Helen couldn’t come and watch over him because she had somewhere to be, and Perseus and Apollo were busy with work. I asked Apollo if he had any other relatives that could be with him, but he shook his head, his face scrunching up as if he was physically in pain from my question.

  “There’s no one else I can trust with this, Callie. Please, help me,” he begged, his blue eyes glassy, making me want to pet him or something like that.

  And that explained why I was walking the halls of an elementary school, searching for my boss’/maybe-boyfriend’s son until I finally spotted him seated in a chair, swinging his little legs up and down.

  I crouched in front of him, and his big blue eyes glinted with relief.

  “Callie? What are you doing here?” he asked.

  “Your Daddy was worried about you, but he couldn’t get off work, so he sent me over to help you instead,” I told him, and the little boy nodded in understanding.

  “I’m sorry I had to bother you, Callie,” he said, bowing his head. I smiled and ruffled his hair to comfort him.

  “It’s okay, sweetie. You’re never going to be a bother for me. Not now, not ever, okay?” I said, raising my pinky finger towards him to which he automatically locked with his. “I promise,” I told him.

  I peeked inside the principal’s office and saw a mother and the principal locked into a heavy argument, while a little child sat next to his mother, his face partially obscured as he held a towel over his face. I moved back towards the seat beside Ares to ask him a question.

  “Ares? Can you tell me what happened earlier?” I asked,
and he bit his lip and looked away from me. “You don’t have to be scared. I told you, I’m on your side. I would never do anything to harm you. Just tell me what happened, so I know what I can tell the principal, okay?” I persuaded him.

  After a few moments, the kid finally nodded and began to tell me the whole story.

  He told me he had a friend named Sara in class and they played with each other a lot. When they were at the swings earlier during the break, Sara’s shoes flew off of her feet, but when she came down from the swing to pick them up, one of the big kids in school named Matt took one of her shoes and threw it up a tree, where it stuck. When he and Sara told him to give it back, Matt pushed Sara in a puddle of mud and ruined her favorite pink dress. So, naturally, Ares did what only a knight in shining armor would do.

  He smashed a basketball on Matt’s face.

  Personally? I was proud of my little guy. Technically, he didn’t do anything wrong. Ares stood up to his bully, to his friend’s bully, and taught that kid a lesson. But of course, Matt’s parents wouldn’t see it that way. Heck, I was willing to bet the principal wasn’t down with it, either.

  “Are you mad at me?” Ares asked, and I thought about how to answer him.

  “Well, Ares, I would be lying if I told you I was mad at you. In fact, I’m actually proud of you for getting up and not letting this bully push you around,” I told him, and he beamed at me, puffing his chest out. “But,” I said, raising my index finger at him, and he quickly deflated. “There were other ways you could have gone rather than resorting to violence. Although I know your intentions were good, you could have told the teacher about what happened, or stand up to Matt in another way that wouldn’t involve breaking his nose,” I said.

  The little guy frowned as he thought about my words, but before he could give me a reply, the door opened, and the principal called me inside. I patted Ares’ head and told him everything would be fine before getting up and following the principal into his office.

  “I was hoping I could speak to the boy’s father,” the principal admitted.

  “Mr. Irons really wanted to be here, but unfortunately he had to settle a big emergency in the office, and he asked me to come in his place,” I said.

  “And what about Ares’ other guardian, Miss Daphne Reynolds?” he asked, and I was surprised. Apollo’s assistant, Daphne, was taking care of his son? She’s his other legal guardian? How was that possible?

  “Oh, she had a meeting she couldn’t cancel out on,” I explained.

  “I see,” he said softly.

  “You can tell me whatever you want to discuss about Ares. I’ll be sure to relay everything to the both of them,” I said, reassuring him of my place here. He looked skeptical, but he nodded anyway.

  “I’ll get straight to the point, then. Ares hit another student, Matt--,” he waved his hand towards the kid with a bloody nose holding a towel on it, and a very pissed off Mom and Dad. “—with a basketball earlier this morning. The wound would require stitches, and since this school has a zero tolerance policy for violence, we would like to discuss the terms of Ares’ punishment,” he explained.

  “Okay, hold up,” I told him, raising my hand out to stop him from talking. “While I appreciate how you are doing things by the book, Mister…”

  “Hamilton,” he said.

  “Mr. Hamilton, I think the best solution to this problem is figuring out why such a thing happened in the first place,” I suggested.

  “This happened because your kid is a despicable monster!” the mother cried, glaring at me, and my ear started twitching. How dare she refer to that cute little child like that?

  I turned to look at her and all at once, the fire in her eyes died immediately. It probably went to the same place all the blood on her face went. I took a deep breath to calm myself down before speaking.

  “First of all, you do not get to call that child like that. Second of all, despite your allegations that it was ‘my kid’ that started it all, your son bullied a little girl by throwing her shoe up a tree and then pushing her down in the mud, without any sort of provocation from either children,” I said, and the little boy blanched as I told them the real story. The imp probably lied about how he broke his nose too, which was why his mother dearest was so mad at Ares.

  “My kid was just standing up for himself and for his friend from a bully twice his size. He didn’t let your son push him around, and that makes me proud. Wouldn’t you be?” I directed the question towards the principal, but I continued to speak without giving him a chance to answer.

  “Sure, I agree. Violence is never the answer, and he shouldn’t have shoved a basketball on your son’s face. But all this wouldn’t have happened if your son was kind and didn’t do any of those things to them. If he had played peacefully, we wouldn’t be here right now. Simply put, the one at fault here who should be punished by the school isn’t Ares, but this kid,” I said, motioning towards the kid with my thumb.

  I looked at his parents and watched as the mother was still seething with rage.

  “Our children’s behavior reflects on how we raised them. So if Matt is a cruel boy who used his size and strength to belittle and bully other children, then how does that reflect on your upbringing of him?” I asked them, and the whole room was quiet.

  “Very well said, Ms.--,”

  “Cohen. My name is Calista Cohen,” I said, and he nodded.

  “As this is Ares’ first offense, I will let him off with a warning. His actions were provoked by another student as well, so I cannot exactly punish a child who merely defended himself,” he said, and I closed my eyes in relief. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Cohen, and you may go and take Ares home now. We’re sorry for taking up so much of your time.”

  I got out and held my hand out to Ares, who took it without a word, and we left the school in silence. Finally, he tugged on my sleeve, and I looked down at him.

  “Am I gonna be in trouble?” he asked, and I smiled at him, shaking my head.

  “No, sweetie. You’re going to be just fine,” I assured him.

  “What about Sara?” he asked, and I was touched he was worried about his friend.

  “Sara isn’t in trouble,” I answered.

  “I’ll tell Matt I’m sorry for hitting him with a basketball,” Ares said, and I was amazed at his kindness. If I were in his position, I’d probably scare the bejesus out of the kid for the rest of the year to make sure he got off my back, but then again, I never claimed I was a good person.

  “That’s probably a good idea, Ares,” I replied instead, and we crossed the road together. I needed to clear the air a bit, and then my stomach grumbled. Perfect timing.

  “Hey Ares, I know this great spot where they sell the best chocolate sundae and pancakes nearby. What do you say we get some grub, huh?” I asked, and he started to jump with joy.

  “Yeah, I love pancakes! Let’s go, Auntie Callie!” he cried, and I giggled at how adorable he looked.

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Callie

  This kid was really talkative for an Irons, and it was a breath of fresh air.

  He talked about anything and everything that caught his fancy, from books to drawings to TV shows, and even everything that happened at his school he thought was completely out of this world and amazing.

  It actually warmed my heart that in such a short span of time, Ares had trusted me enough to be so open and forward with me, but maybe that was how all kids his age were. He was quite different from Apollo, wherein his father would seal his mouth up with duct tape before he willingly shared any of his precious secrets.

  It made me wish Apollo was as open as his son. What would it take for Apollo to let me be privy to everything happening to him?

  “You know, Callie, you’re much nicer than my Auntie DapDap,” he said, scarfing down his eggs one after the other. I told him to drop the ‘Auntie’ part because it made me feel old.

  “Hold your horses, buddy. Chew your food properly. It’s not going
anywhere,” I told him, and he made a show of chewing his food vigorously, his cheeks puffing up and making him look like a chipmunk. “And why do you think so?”

  “She never takes me anywhere fun. And she doesn’t know how to cook, so whenever I ask her if I can have pancakes for breakfast, she says that McDonald’s breakfast menu was phased out months ago,” he explained.

  I really wanted to go to Apollo’s office and smack Daphne’s smug face after what he said. The boy was asking for pancakes for crying out loud, and she couldn’t even give him that? Unbelievable.

  “Does your daddy know about this?” I asked him, and he shook his head, biting his lip worriedly.

  “No. Auntie DapDap said I’m not allowed to tell. I’m not really sure I’m allowed to tell you, either,” he said sadly.

  “Well, tell you what,” I said, and he looked up at me. “I’ll give you my number, and you can contact me anytime you want, and I’ll cook you some pancakes,” I told him, and he grinned at me.

  “Do you promise?”

  “I promise,”

  “Thanks, Callie,” he said. He jumped out of his seat and surprised me by planting a slobbery kiss on my cheek, and even though it was kind of gross, the act still made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

  “I like that you’re always smiling, Callie. Auntie DapDap only smiles when she’s talking on the phone with Mr. Ripley,” he said.

  All the sounds in the world turned into white noise after his statement.

  “Ripley?” I repeated.

  “Yeah. She keeps talking to Mr. Ripley and saying that she’ll give him the deets tomorrow at lunch, or something. Callie, what are ‘deets’?” he asked, but my mind was processing everything he told me.

  I remembered how Apollo told me that there was something weird about the Ridleys when they bid on Drake’s company a few days ago. He had noticed that his proposal was very similar to theirs, perhaps too similar. Perseus had also told him there was evidence of accessing important information multiple times in the last month, and that they were downloaded little by little, almost as if the person didn’t want to risk getting caught.