Radiant Sin(40)

“I like this, too.” He leans down and presses his face to the fabric right over my pussy. He inhales deeply and I nearly come on the spot. Apollo kisses one thigh and then the other. “When we go back to the bedroom, you’re going to let me look at you.”

“Apollo…”

“You’re so beautiful, Cassandra.” He kisses a little higher on my thighs. “You wouldn’t deny me after I’ve spent years picturing you naked, would you?”

I whimper as he presses a kiss to my pussy through the silk of my shorts. “Oh gods. That feels good.” Between his mouth and my desire, the fabric has gone slippery and wet. He rubs the flat of his tongue against my clit. I want to touch him, to dig my fingers into his hair, to hold him in place until the orgasm rushing to the fore overwhelms me completely.

Instead, I press my hands harder to the couch, obeying the unspoken demand he gave when he placed them there. I can’t stop myself from speaking, though. “More.”

He doesn’t respond with words, but he doesn’t need to. He just keeps up that devastating stroke. I slump back against the couch, writhing even as I try to hold still. “I…” I moan. “I can’t be quiet. It feels too good. We’re going to get caught.”

Without missing a beat, he reaches up and covers my mouth with his big hand. It’s not a harsh touch. Even when Apollo caught me earlier, his grip was firm but not painful. It’s so perfectly him that I lose it.

My orgasm draws a cry from my lips, and he presses his hand a little harder against my mouth as he keeps working me with his tongue. Pleasure rises and rises, cresting again and again. Too much. It’s too much. How am I supposed to move on after this, knowing how good it can be with him? This was a mistake, but I don’t care that my parachute is malfunctioning.

I’m in a free fall and loving every second of it.

Apollo moves his hand, only to replace it with his mouth. I taste myself on his tongue, and it drives me wild. More. I need more. If I’m setting myself up for pain, I will draw out every bit of pleasure in the time I have. I dig my hands into his hair and pull him close as he kisses me. This time, there’s no teasing. He devours me.

Footsteps sound in the hallway again.

I tense, expecting him to stop, but he tugs me down to the floor. I’m still processing the fact that I like how he moves me around when he arranges me in front of him, kneeling on the floor facing the couch with him at my back. He slides one hand down the front of my pajama bottoms to cup my pussy and whispers in my ear, “Be silent, Cassandra. Otherwise, we’re going to get caught.”

Holy shit, he’s really not going to stop.

My safe word is on the tip of my tongue. Not because I want to stop, but because we should stop…

I clamp my lips shut and spread my thighs. A clear invitation that he doesn’t hesitate to take me up on. He wedges two fingers into me, catching my gasp with his hand over my mouth. Apollo fucks me slowly with his fingers, as if we can’t both hear the footsteps coming closer and closer to the door.

I knew I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but this feels different. Heightened. We shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t care. I don’t want to stop. I roll my hips, rubbing myself against his cock, and am rewarded by his sharp inhale.

The door opens.

I can’t see more than the top few inches of it from my position. Not enough to see whoever is standing there. I freeze.

Apollo doesn’t.

He keeps up that slow slide of his fingers in and out of me, though his body is tense behind mine. This is out of control. We are out of control. I’m…going to come. I shiver against him, not sure if I want him to stop or keep going. Not sure if whoever’s standing in the doorway walks up to the couch and looks down to see Apollo fingering me.

Can they hear us?

He’s not being rough, but surely they can hear the faint sound of finger fucking? I lean back harder against Apollo, and he responds by wedging a third finger into me.

Oh fuck, I really am going to come.

The door closes slowly. The click of it shutting might as well be a gun going off. I reach down and cover Apollo’s hand with mine, urging him to keep going, to finish this. I can’t stop shaking, can’t stop the little whimpers that his palm barely muffles.

He kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear. “Come for me, Cassandra. I want to feel it.”

My body responds to his command, clenching around his fingers as my orgasm crests hard enough to make my head spin. He eases me down slowly. “That’s my girl.”

I’m not his girl. Not in any permanent way. I just can’t quite make my mouth work to tell him so.

“That was a good start, but I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” He presses one last kiss to the spot behind my ear. “Do you want to walk or shall I carry you?”

Habit has me saying, “I can walk.”

He doesn’t immediately move back. “Cassandra.” There’s quiet censor in his voice. “Do you want me to carry you?”

Very much, but my heart is already doing something funny and I need to wrestle it back under control and quickly. Allowing Apollo to carry me—to care for me—is a terrible idea. No matter how much I crave it. “I want to walk.” I attempt to say it firmly, but the words emerge as a question.

Apollo finally nods. “Very well.” He stands, easily pulling me to my feet with him, though he keeps his hands cupped under my elbows as if he knows exactly how shaky my balance is right now.