“I’m enjoying the view, Edie.” He sinks his tongue into my pussy, making me moan. “I’ve never seen a prettier pussy, and I plan to enjoy it.”
His tongue tickles my clit, soft and slow strokes. I’m already well on my way to my release. He takes his time, his velvety tongue gliding against me like he’s done it a thousand times before and knows exactly how to give me what I need.
The fire builds low in my belly. “Apollo.”
He hums against my pussy, sending vibrations through every nerve in my body. My fingers find their way into his hair, pinning his head in place as I ride his face with abandon. I don’t want this to end. Ever. The bolts of pleasure zapping all over my body from the skilled lashes of his tongue against my clit consume me.
I don’t make sweet gasps. I’m whimpering and moaning, crying out, screaming and pleading with him not to stop. I barely cling to the edge for a few more blissful seconds before I ignite. My body trembles, his hot palm pressing on my stomach to hold me in place.
He doesn’t stop as I crest the wave. He shifts my leg still over his shoulder and buries his face with a renewed vigor that both terrifies and excites me. This is how I die.
My throat is raw from screaming through my release, and he grunts as he drives me relentlessly closer to a second with rhythmic flicks of his tongue.
It’s not easy to make me come, but he’s making such light work of it that I wonder if any of my previous boyfriends ever knew what a clitoris even looked like. Apollo is a master of my pussy, and I’m a helpless passenger, going where he demands I go.
My muscles clench as shivers of ecstasy course through every inch of my body. “Apollo... fuck me.”
“No.” He growls against me, sending sparks through my pussy. “I won’t fuck you until you’re sure.” He laps at me, slurping like he can’t get enough. “The next time you ask me to fuck you, it’ll be with a clear head, and a ready heart,princesa. I’ll do anything else you want and need me to in the meantime, but I won’t fuck you until you’re truly mine.”
I barely get a second to process his words when another orgasm hits me. My legs are jelly, my mind is calm, and my bed is soaked.
This thing between us is not clunky or awkward. We’re still the same people we were before, but with way more nakedness. And... I dunno, I think I like it.
CHAPTER15
Apollo
(JANUARY 15TH – DAY 19 POST OP)
Tonight the UCR Raccoons return to home ice at Trash Can and welcome the Cincinnati Vipers, after an eight game road trip stretching back to November.
In their last game before this weekend’s double header against Cincinnati, the Raccoons had trouble burying pucks early, and fell behind 1-0 to the Sioux Falls Phoenix. But once things got rolling, it was hard to stop UCR.
Slater Goodwin and Apollo de la Peña each scored, twenty-eight seconds apart, late in the first period. Jackson Gilbert and Raffi Shaw tacked onto the lead from there, and the Raccoons were on their way.
Cedar Rapids is currently thirteenth in the Pairwise, and a loss this weekend and some twists of fate could keep them out of the NCAAs.
The pressure is on for our beloved Raccoons to perform well against Cincinnati this weekend, or our championship run may very well be over before it starts.
Tabitha doesn’t beat around the bush in this week’s Trash Can Tattle. But “the pressure’s on” is a fucking understatement. I’m fucking exhausted.
My whole life I thought I wanted to play professional hockey, and one night, one crash, one near miss, one major setback in my life and now I’m questioning everything.
Do I love the game? Some days more than I love oxygen.
Do I think I can keep up with this grueling training and game schedule? I thought so, I truly did. But the longer I’m away from Edith, the more I wonder. Is this lifestyle really for me? I could suck it up and sink into the role my father wants me to take in the company, base myself here in Cedar Rapids, no traveling across the country, no early morning skates, no skills camps, no injuries, just me and my girl. She wants to travel for dance, but ultimately, she’s always been an Iowa girl at heart. This is home.
I could play rec league hockey, find a local team to play with when the craving hits. I could still be happy if I don’t reach my dream of playing professional league hockey, right? I’m almost sure.
She’d kill me at first, but she’d get over it, eventually. I think.
Before the accident I lived my life through tunnel vision. Everything was about the game and keeping Papá off my case. But since my life flashed before my eyes... I guess Edith’s right in a way, it’s given me a new perspective.
As much as I want to play hockey, as much as I want to score goals and help my team win championships, a life with Edith is worth far more to me than winning Lord Stanley. Without question.
This is the first game in my entire life where I’m apathetic in the dressing room. I can’t shake this funk, this tug at the back of my head that I shouldn’t be here. I should be with Edith, helping her through her challenges. But I’m here because if I was there, she’d sever my throat with my own skate.
Left shin pad, right shin pad, left skate, right skate. I dial in the motions, my mind wholly fixated elsewhere.
