Chapter Twenty-Three
J ost’s heat exploded through him as soon as the door to Apollo’s house shut behind them. Apollo growled and picked him up, burying his nose in the crook of his neck. “God, you smell so good. I need to have you now.”
Jost rubbed against Apollo, desperate for any form of friction on his hard aching cock. His heat bloomed in him, rolling under his skin, setting his body on fire. He needed Apollo in a way he’d never needed him before.
Apollo slammed them up against the closed front door, and Jost wrapped his legs around Apollo’s waist, his fingers tunnelling into Apollo’s hair so he could lift his head and kiss him. Apollo took control of the kiss, his tongue tangling with Jost’s, as his hands tugged at Jost’s jeans.
Jost wrenched his lips away, panting, “fuck me.”
Apollo dropped him down then spun him around and yanked Jost’s jeans and briefs down his thighs. Jost cried out, cold air hitting his overheated skin, his body craving what Apollo would give it. Apollo spread Jost’s cheeks apart then pushed inside, his dick sliding into Jost’s ass. Jost cried, his body shaking as Apollo pushed all the way inside.
“Apollo,” he cried, his hands sliding on the door as Apollo set a hard, fast pace, that Jost matched, their bodies slamming together, the sound echoing around the room. “More!”
Apollo’s teeth bit the flesh on Jost’s neck and Jost came, his body bowing as his orgasm crashed over him. Apollo fucked him through it then pulled out and spun Jost around. Jost squeaked when Apollo picked him up and held on as his mate ran upstairs. Seconds later he was on the bed watching Apollo strip.
Quickly removing his own clothes, Jost reached up to Apollo and groaned when his mate’s cooler skin touched his own. He was burning up inside, his heat growing stronger. Apollo’s scent overwhelmed his senses, and he spread his legs wide as Apollo settled between them. As he pushed back inside, Jost growled and bit him, then arched back as pleasure consumed him.
A few minutes later, he lay on the bed, his hands running up and down Apollo’s damp skin. The heat had eased… for now. He could still feel it, rippling under his skin.
“I should spank you,” Apollo murmured as he licked Jost’s skin.
“I had to do it.” Jost sighed softly when Apollo gently bit him. “Jenrick was mine to face, but if you feel the need to spank me then you can.”
Apollo lifted his head and Jost stared into his eyes, the pupils so wide he could barely see the color. “I need to spank you then fuck you again. God, you smell so good. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
“Don’t. I need you to touch me.” Jost bowed on the bed when heat pulsed through him again, signalling his heat growing.
“So soon?” Apollo dragged his nose along Jost’s skin and Jost shivered. His overly sensitive skin trembled at his mate’s touch.
Apollo moved away and pulled Jost up then arranged him, so he lay over Apollo’s thighs. Jost held his breath as Apollo’s hand skimmed over his skin. A finger slid along his crease, rubbing his asshole, pushing inside. “Apollo,” he mumbled.
“So wet. I want to bury myself in here. Lick you up then fuck you. Bury myself so deep inside.” Two fingers pushed inside, fucking him slowly, and Jost pushed back, needing more. When the fingers disappeared, Jost whined in frustration then cried out when Apollo spanked his ass.
“Again!” he cried. Apollo spanked him again and Jost shook, his body rubbing against Apollo’s. “Again,” he demanded as his heat built, robbing him of any form of control.
Apollo spanked again then pulled Jost up and had him straddle his knees. Jost moved over him, holding Apollo’s dick up, then sank down on it, groaning as it stretched him wide. His body felt hot and heavy, desperate, arousal lighting him up.
Jost rode him, chasing his own pleasure, feeling it build inside until it hit a crescendo then spilled over, taking his breath, leaving him gasping. Apollo rolled him over, so Jost was on his back, and pounded him into the mattress. Jost’s nails turned into claws that he raked down Apollo’s back.
Apollo bit him, and Jost came again, his body shaking, trembling, a hot sweaty mess until he collapsed on the bed, heart hammering in his chest, sweat dripping from his body. The heat had dissipated but it was still there like a pool of water waiting to boil over again.
It was mere minutes later, when Jost fidgeted on the bed, his legs moving restlessly as his heat began to build. “How long will it last?” Apollo asked, as he kissed him.
“If I don’t become pregnant then it can last a couple of days.”
“And if you do?” Apollo licked up his neck, causing Jost to roll his head to one side. Apollo’s scent covered him, and his dick jerked when Apollo lazily stroked it.
Groaning, he whispered, “it’ll fade away.”
Apollo lifted his head and smiled. “Let’s make a baby.”
“I thought we were,” Jost teased, then gasped when Apollo’s fingers tightened on his dick.
“We are but let’s make sure.” Apollo kissed him again and Jost sighed then groaned when Apollo slipped inside. “Let’s make really sure,” he murmured before kissing him.
Jost moaned, arched up. “Let’s.”