Apollo's 11

by Anna Collins

  My eyes went everywhere and stopped near the bathroom door where he was standing in nothing but a black towel that was wrapped around his waist.

  His hair was wet from the shower; I followed a trail of water that ran through his broad chest and disappeared under his towel. I swallowed and slid my tongue to my lips as they were extremely dry. He walked up close to me. So close that I could inhale the perfume of the body wash he had just used. He smelled like apricot and peaches.

  I saw him looking over at me and wondered what he would say as I was practically ogling over his body.

  "Ms. Lawrence, you need something?" He raised an eyebrow.

  His deep voice made me shook a little, bringing me out of a place where I shouldn't have entered in the first place. Stop looking at his naked chest Freya! Said the voices in my head.

  "Ahh...I...umm..." I clearly had no idea what to say. The view had totally emptied my head. I turned away quickly. Ya, that should stop me from getting embarrassed.

  "I know what you are trying to do. Don't worry it happens to everyone," he spoke at my back.

  My forehead crooked, and I turned around in a jolt, "how can you compare me with other people? Listen, I was just here to talk, not to enjoy the sight of your half naked body," I blurted out while looking sideways.

  "But..." he began saying something, but my speedy tone managed to shut him up.

  "And what is there to enjoy about it? This shady tattoo gives me the creeps, I feel like puking, yuck," I continued my tone, and now I had this disgusted expression on my face too. Then I turned away and began walking towards the door, I just wanted to run away from there.

  "Will you at least say why you are here?" He asked. I had no idea whether it was his question or the dizziness that made my head spun. Everything appeared to be hazy, just like it did in the morning. I tried to get hold of the dressing table but couldn't reach it and was almost hitting the ground when I found myself in his arms.

  He picked me up in a swift motion as if I weighed less than 10 lbs. My mind was in a haze, but I still found myself clinging to his hot body. My lips were pecking on his chest, and he looked down at me, his intense eyes now had all the gentleness in the world, or was my mind creating a story of its own? He carried me to his bed and put me down on the bed.

  "Actually..." I began saying something but my voice was stopped, he put his angry claws on my mouth, shutting and shocking the hell out of me. Shit! I was speaking in his streetwise language.

  My eyes went bigger as they bored into him, while he kept sitting next to me.

  "Shhhh, not a word," he warned and then shook his head, making a face like he was tired of me. "What will I do with you and your habit of assuming things?" He asked. I tried to remove his hand from my mouth, but the hold was tighter than I had expected.

  "You cook stories of your own, and without giving the other person any chance to explain, you reach into conclusions. I never compared you with anyone; I was just curious and wanted to know what brought you here. But no, you always assume the worst and react in a totally unexpected manner. Whatever! Now answer me, why did you get up from the bed in the first place? You think you are a super girl who has the ability to heal overnight?" He spoke angrily.

  Now he was staring at me, his cubic jaw line was all clenched up, and his intense black eyes were partly squinted, if one noticed carefully. And his deep breathing almost sounded monstrous.

  "What is your problem with me? Tell me once and for all!" He demanded.

  "Speak up!" He demanded again in the same tone. This time I pointed towards his hand with mine. "Oh sorry," he gasped.

  As he released me, I inhaled deeply, "yes, the only problem with me is that I realize my mistakes, but some people are not worthy enough for my gratitude," I raised my head.

  His smile clearly told me that he was mocking me, "then don't express your gratitude. I completely understand." He growled.

  «Then I'm leaving," I announced. I had just put my foot on the ground, and he blocked my further movement by putting his hands on both my arms. He was close to me, and it almost felt like an embrace. At that time I found out that his breath was quickening too as my eyes noticed the rise and fall of his broad chest. A desire formed in me to dig my nails into his chest. I wondered how it would look if it had the marks of my nails on it. My eyes roamed over his chest and stopped at his tattoo, which was made on the left side of his chest, near his heart.

  That design. I had seen it somewhere, but where? It looked really creepy. Looking carefully, it occurred to me that the circle had a picture enclosed in it, where there was a man and he was pointing something to the cloud. Rather he was trying to destroy the cloud with the stick he was holding in his hands, and the stick was emitting something, something that looked like fire. It was drawn to perfection, and the man in the tattoo reminded me of those people who came to attack me the other night.

  And the remembrance of the pain that I went through last night shook me. I put my finger on the tattoo. "This design, who made this?" I asked.

  He looked down at my finger, and a naughty smile played on his lips. "Like it? I can make this on you," he said in a seductive tone. And he was back! I should have never listened to Rick, this guy deserved nothing, no sorry, no thank you.

  When I glared at him angrily he stopped smiling, "relax, it's just a tattoo. And I have it for such a long time that I forgot how it appeared on my body. But why are you shaking like this?" He asked and now his hand which had captured my arm reached to my face. His palm was gently caressing my cheek, and it felt so good that I forgot everything else and closed my eyes.

  Freya! What are you doing? Shouted the voices in my head and slowly removed his hand from my face, "I'm fine. Last night..." and he hushed me. He wasn't annoyed that I removed his hand from my face; in fact, his expression looked more of a concerned one. I had never seen him like this, um…, since the time I met him.

  "What happened last night? I know till the part where you were stuck, and then I found you lying in a pool of blood. But I'm not sure how this happened," he said.

  I inhaled deeply, "I'm not sure if you will believe my words," and I looked down. Yes, no person with a sane mind would believe that those hooded creatures just disappeared into thin air.

  I gasped when he used his thumb to raise my chin, "try me, I will believe anything you will say," his voice was so husky that I got goose bumps. And his eyes were so ardent, God!

  Wait...why did that feel like a total déjà vu? I had heard these words before but from a different mouth. Jeez! It was Robert, he spoke these words to me, and it was exactly in the same manner.

  Before I could explain to him or myself, the door opened in a jolt, and Kate barged in. She was wearing a black strapless dress, it was figure hugging and stopped above her knees. She was carrying a glass bowl with her, and as soon as she saw us, the bowl slipped from her hands and smashed on the floor. Her mouth formed an "O" and she slowly uttered "Robert".

  Chapter Sixty-Seven

  Zack

  Okay, now that was a hot thing for sure.

  "Kate, he's Zack," Freya corrected her and why was Kate looking at me like that? More than shock, I sensed fear in her body language. Her feet were shaking, and she was holding the doorknob for support. Now, that was super awkward, Shawn, Rick and even Freya, all were shocked when they saw me for the first time but this Kate, it seemed like she was possessed or something. I agree, everyone had their ways of expressing things, but her reaction just went above my head.

  "Ouch, that hurt," I yelped when Freya pinched me on my arm. She gestured towards my chest. What was she trying to say?

  Oh, maybe she was gesturing me to put some clothes on. I bit my lip and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "wow boss, you didn't mind it when we were alone."

  She narrowed her eyes and hit on my chest, "go now!" She uttered.

  "Ok, chill," I smiled and made my way towards the washroom. That actually felt like she was being protective of me and for a change that
felt good.

  "What's with the sunken faces?" I asked while stepping downstairs, where Rick and Shawn were sitting in the living room. They looked sad.

  "Where is Freya? And that hot friend of hers?" I asked, they kinda disappeared when I came back from the washroom.

  "Freya has an appointment with a specialist doctor and Kate went with her," Shawn replied while keeping the frown intact on his face.

  "Cool, then I'm gonna go out too," I winked.

  "No!" Rick spoke in alarm.

  "What's wrong bro?" I raised an eyebrow.

  "I have this huge problem, but at the same time this could be my ticket to a big promotion and I don't know what to do," he said nervously.

  "I'm not sure if problem and promotion fit together in the same sentence. See, I don't have time for riddles, come to the point," I demanded.

  "Ahh, I'll tell you. Someone dropped a DVD in his personal mailbox. It had no labels on it. He brought it here, and when he and Freya played it, it turned out to be a sex tape of my wife's nephew, Barney Wyatt, and Robert's aunt, Caroline Hudson. Freya got irritated and asked Rick to destroy the tape," Shawn informed.

  "And now I don't know what to do. If I give this to the channel they will promote me for sure, but at the same time sis will get mad at me for not listening to her and I don't want that," he said.

  "Hmm...seems like a real problem, with a simple solution. It's a sex tape, let's watch it for now and everything will settle on its own," I winked.

  Rick smiled, "not a bad idea."

  "But haven't you already watched it with Freya?" Shawn asked.

  "Cut it out. I know his sis, she must have turned it off by the sight of two naked people," I smirked.

  Rick's jaw dropped, "how do you know her so well?"

  Everyone seemed pretty excited already. So we made ourselves comfortable on the couch, and Rick turned on the DVD player.

  "Feeling like I'm back in my college days," Shawn rubbed his hands with excitement.

  "We must do it quickly before sis gets back," Rick said.

  "Ya-Ya, we know. But if the woman isn't hot enough I'm leaving," I announced.

  Rick laughed and hit the play button.

  There we saw a blonde woman, who appeared to be in her early forties. She looked somehow familiar.

  "She is Caroline Hudson," Rick informed.

  "And she is hot as hell, just look at her," Shawn said in a trance-like manner.

  She was sitting on a lounge chaise, wearing a skimpy yellow bikini. She appeared to be near a pool. No, it was a suite, which had an inbuilt pool. Lucky bastards. Soon a young guy who appeared to be in his late twenties stepped into the scene. He was just in his shorts. His tanned skin, well-sculpted body, and brown hair gave him a Mexican look. "He is Barney Wyatt, he stole money from his uncle's company and is currently hiding out," Rick whispered.

  I nodded.

  Caroline turned over and stretched out on the chaise, her arms were above her head. Barney picked up a bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into his hand and rubbed them together. She shivered slightly as his hands kneaded her shoulders. Barney 's hands slid past her shoulder blades until he encountered the string holding up her bikini top. Her chest rose up and down more frequently as he slowly picked up a string and pulled until the neat bow was undone.

  "You have a petite figure and great tits," he commented.

  His calloused hands, slick with oil, ran down her body. She stiffened, and her hips rose, and her legs spread slightly.

  Barney removed his hands and straightened from her prone body. She slightly turned her head in question, maybe she was missing the feel of his touch. Caroline saw him slide down his shorts down his narrow hips and pull out his hard cock. Barney was so intent on stroking up and down the shaft, he didn't see Caroline peeking.

  Suddenly he released his cock, and it disappeared back into his shorts. He bent his back down, and his hands returned to Caroline's hips and the strings to her panties. He untied the strings to her bottom and gently picked the minuscule fabric and moved it to the side. Barney ran his hands over her firm ass and squeezed and kneaded. Then his hands moved to the inside of her thighs and felt the heat from her pussy. He bent down and spread her legs out further and massaged her inner thighs.

  Caroline softly moaned at his touch. The encouraging sound prompted Barney to stroke the inside of her thighs, his fingers were brushing up against her wet pussy. He knelt down behind her, reached out and slid a finger up and down her wet folds. He struggled to speak, "your pussy is so beautiful, I think I need to taste it before I finish your oil."

  Caroline gasped and raised her ass higher; her inhibitions seemed to be slipping away.

  "How come the voices sound so clear? It totally looks like they are filming on purpose," I pointed.

  "You are right bro, what if Barney Wyatt is behind all this? What if he trapped Caroline purposely?" Rick asked.

  "But Caroline Hudson doesn't seem so stupid that she will allow herself to fall into a trap like this. I have my doubts, there is more, it's a well-plotted plan," I said.

  "Shhhh guys, there is a whole day to reach the conclusions. Now let's enjoy this. Wow! Caroline really has a gorgeous bosom," Shawn was practically drooling as he said that.

  Rick and I laughed.

  We turned our focus back on the screen and boy was it getting hotter than ever. Barney turned her over and looked down at her. With her legs on both sides of the chair and on display, Caroline was exposed, but she seemed thrilled at the same time. She touched her tits and fingered her nipple that looked hard as a diamond.

  Shawn was growling by now. Jeez! That guy was really craving for some. I shook my head. Rick was very much engrossed in the scene, maybe he was trying to find out a clue or something.

  I relaxed on the couch. Watching porn wasn't feeling as good as I had expected it to be. I wished I had gone out to grab a drink. Even riding Suzy would have been fun.

  However, I continued looking with an uninterested face. Barney looked down at her and slid his shorts over his narrow hips. His cock sprang free, hard and pointing towards the sky. His hands went up and down the shaft as he watched her squeeze her full breasts. Her hips raised up, as though straining towards the sky.

  Barney knelt at her side and with his tongue, flicked the hard nipple. Suddenly, his mouth devoured her breast, and he sucked, biting her sensitive tip.

  His mouth left her breast, and his tongue trailed down her flat stomach to the trimmed pubic hair. It was wet from the heat and maybe from her own desire. Her pussy juices dripped down onto the chaise.

  He pulled her towards the end of the lounger and knelt in front of her, propping her feet at the edge of the chair. He whispered, "you're so wet and juicy. I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look."

  Caroline felt his tongue lightly on her engorged clit, teasing her. She groaned and pushed her hips towards his mouth. Giving her what she wanted, he sucked on her nub until she cried out and buried her fingers in his hair.

  He licked the length of her slit tasting her juice. He used his thumbs and opened her folds to give him access to her warm dripping folds. Barney slid his tongue into her depths, tasting the sweetness. His groans were muffled as he felt her buck against his mouth wanting him closer.

  Barney pushed her back on the chaise and knelt between her thighs. He ran his cock over her wet folds, his head becoming drenched with her nectar. He pushed his member inside and pushed deeper until she felt the length of him filling her. He withdrew to the tip before slamming back into her. He kept his rhythm, his hips moving like a slow piston.

  Caroline wrapped her legs around his waist, and he ground against her. She screamed out, and her nails dug into his back as she felt the first wave hit her. She cried out, "yes, yes harder please!" Caroline felt herself gushing with passion she hadn't felt in a long time, her walls contracting and squeezing his cock.

  Her mouth flapped open and closed, her eyes were open, but her gaze was focused on Barney's
chest. He kept twiddling with her now rock hard nipples. It totally looked like Caroline was suddenly drowning in a storm-tossed sea of arousal. The storm tossed her overboard, there was no lifeboat, and no lifeguard to rescue her from the waves of her own passion that was engulfing her and taking her down.

  "Now I am 100% sure that Barney has trapped her into this. Boy, look at the woman's face. Her expressions don't look fake, she is very much aroused. I think Barney used a pill like Viagra or something to turn her on. Wait...he mixed it in her drink, yes it totally explains this. Barney did it to blackmail her!" I jumped out of the couch with excitement as I cracked the code.

  Rick's face lit up with excitement too. "You are a genius. Barney did this," he uttered and hi-fived with me.

  "Stop celebrating. I don't think you cracked it," Shawn smirked.

  We furrowed our eyebrows at him.

  "And how can you say this, Mr. Shawn Hunt/James Bond 007?" Rick mocked.

  I gave him an I-don't-care look and reached for the freezer where thankfully Rick had stocked a pack of beers. Shawn spoke as I opened the beer can with my mouth.

  "Let's assume that you intelligent people are right, then why would Barney send this sex tape to us? He should have sent it to Caroline if he wanted to blackmail her. Hmm…" he made his brows dance and made a face like he was the 2nd Einstein on this planet.

  Rick gave a look of confusion and to be honest, I was confused too. First of all Barney Wyatt appeared out of nowhere and now he was even starring in a sex tape. And then there were those mysterious "black hooded" attackers who almost killed Freya. I blinked my eyes; we were surrounded by a meshwork of danger.

  "Shawn has got a point and if he was the one to send you this video he would have blurred his face. I mean who likes to take the shit right on his face," I said.