“Swallow me,” he says. “It’s coming…”
He chokes on his words, a deep growl bellowing from his chest.
It sends me over the edge. I clamp my legs together and arch my back. Apollo erupts inside my mouth, hot reams of salty cum spilling down my throat. His hand grips the back of my neck, keeping me on him as he finishes.
My body shakes, shivers, tenses. Bliss darts down every nerve ending.
There’s so much cum, I almost choke on it but manage toswallow it down. Eyes filled with tears. Throat sore and raw. Cheeks hot and jaw tired.
It’s odd, because with Ayan, I never wanted to. Hated the taste. Always spit it out and he’d throw me a towel. Now? I didn’t even think twice.
I wanted it.
Apollo leans over and huffs out a dry chuckle. Like he can’t stand upright.
“Fuck! That was amazing…”
I manage to glance down at my new tattoo. All finished and ripe and red.
“Was it the best you’ve ever had?” I ask.
Apollo laughs, stuffing his softened cock back into his pants. “Yeah. For sure.”
Me, too, I want to say, but don’t.
Nico peeks his head into the room, eyebrows raised. I should be embarrassed, but the liquor has made it impossible.
“You got this?” he asks Apollo.
Apollo doesn’t look at him. “Yeah. I’ll finish up.”
And that’s it. Something in Apollo’s tone has his brother backing off without another word.
Apollo washes his hands and dons some gloves from the box on the wall. He scoots over toward me on the rolling stool, eyes focused on the fresh ink and red skin surrounding it. It’s exactly what I wanted. Clean. No mistakes.
His hands are steadier than they should be as he tapes a clear bandage over it, fingers brushing my hip in gentle, deliberate passes—nothing like the force from minutes ago.
“Leave this on. At least three hours,” he says, voice lower now.
He smooths my dress back into place himself, like it’s not even a question who should be doing it.
Apollo is a complete gentleman, grabbing a bottle of water for us from a mini fridge nearby, then snugly tucking me into his coats. Handing me some aftercare instructions on a piece of paper.
“Ready?” he asks with a heavy brow. Like it’s hard for him to even ask.
“Mm-hmm.” But I’m not.
Tonight was completely unusual. Not like anything I’d ever do.
And when he escorts me toOmega’s front door, I’m not even sure how to say goodbye. Or if I want to.
The ride over was cold. Colder than on the way there. I’m sobering up now. Apollo’s terser. Quiet, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll say something first.
I slip off his coats and hand them over, but he wraps his arms around me in a sweet embrace. Soft lips press against my forehead in a delicate kiss, and he warms my body by stroking my back rapidly with his palms. For a moment, I think he’s not going to move as he sways from side to side with me held against his chest.
Finally, he breaks the silence. “I’ll be needing your number.” He says it like it’s already been decided.
“Oh. Okay.”
