Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Rayna
My feet hit the smooth concrete floor of the Moretti garage, my head swimming as Apollo sets me down. He doesn’t let me go, though, no, he keeps me as close as he can.
“Look at me,” he instructs severely. His hand slides up my neck and ensnares itself tightly in the back of my hair. With a sharp tug, my head snaps back, forcing our eyes to meet.
If his grip wasn’t so sturdy, I might tip over. My thighs feel weak and trembly, like in the small amount of time that he was carrying me, they turned into gummy worms.
“There she is,” he says, the words meeting my ear in a gruff welcome. “Since your little tantrum purchase is otherwise occupied, you get to pick what car I punish your ass on. Do be quick about it, I’m not feeling very patient.”
I eye the closest sports car and motion to it, my throat bobbing hard. “That black one.”
“Good choice.” He grins, sending a nervous bit of anticipation pooling in my stomach. “That one is mine, just like you are. How fitting.”
My thighs squeeze together as blood rushes to my clit, arousal making me clench. I squirm under his heated gaze, and take in a shaky breath as he begins to pull me toward the car.
He pushes me against the hood, leaning down to hover his lips above mine. His hand shifts from the back of my neck to the front of my throat, squeezing ever so lightly.
“Tell me what I’m going to do to you, Rayna. Show me that you understand.”
“You’re going to spank me,” I reply, almost whispering. Breathlessness takes me by surprise as my heart pounds rapidly.
I need him to touch me. I’m too impatient for this tension to last much longer. I want him to feel just as needy for me, to lose his composure and fuck me rough and hard over the side of the car.
“Smart girl,” he praises, lips widening in approval. “Pull down your pants, panties too, and bend over the hood. Hands on the windshield.”
He abruptly lets go of my neck, prompting me to obey his instructions. Buzzing with desire, my hands move determinedly, making quick work of my bottoms.
Heat spreads over my face as the cool garage air meets my naked skin. Refusing to feel timid, I spin around with my pants and panties around my knees. My stomach lays flat against the car top, and my fingers draw up, climbing toward where the windshield meets the hood.
“You should see yourself right now, micina. So fucking soft and pretty.” My breath catches as I hear him step closer. “I can’t wait to ruin it.”
“Are you sure you can’t wait?” I taunt, arching my back slightly to lift my ass up. “Because you seem to be taking your sweet time.”
“You never know when to shut up, do you, love?” No sooner than the comment leaves his mouth does he bring his hand down on my bare backside with a heavy smack. “Count.”
A hissed breath comes through my clenched teeth as a shock of pain radiates through me. As hard as the snap of his palm was, the ache came with a trace of pleasure that I can’t deny.
“Count,” he repeats.
“One.” I swallow, tensing for another spank.
He releases a satisfied grunt, his hand gliding soothingly over my bottom. I inhale at the tenderness he displays, but it’s quickly gone.
His hand cracks down, harder than the first. I feel the soft flesh of my ass bounce as the sting spreads all the way down my legs. My thighs feel hot, squeezed together tightly and I release a muffled cry.
If we were in a bed, I’d be burying my face into a pillow to hide my reactions, but he wouldn’t allow it for long. He wants to hear me, needs it, even. Maybe I need it as well; I can’t deny how nice it feels to please him.
“Two,” I rasp.
“Two, what?” he asks sharply.
Oh.
He wants me to say his name. He likes hearing it. A lot.
“Two, Apollo.” My voice is wavering, almost shy. I don’t want him to know that I enjoy saying it as much as he enjoys hearing it.
“Good,” he rumbles, spanking me again. “Keep going, love. You’re doing so well.”
Oh God.
A whimper tries to escape and I barely swallow it in time. “Three, Apollo.”
My ass is sore, but my pussy is incredibly wet. I can feel it every time I shift even slightly, and I don’t know whether I want to be embarrassed or not. I’ve never done this before, and I think I may like it more than I should.
Fucking shit, I whine silently.
The urge to turn around is growing to a nearly unbearable level.
I want to see his face, and to get into his pants to see how much he’s enjoying this.
The throbbing between my legs is an obvious sign that I need more.
More contact, more Apollo, more touching.
I want to get fucked, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll make it before I’m actually begging for it.
The next three strikes come quickly. They’re not as painful, but sting just as good as the others.
“Four, five, six,” I gasp, hips wiggling like the motion might offer a bit of relief. It doesn’t. “Apollo, please.”
“Please, what?” He softly strokes my reddening skin, humming as he does. “What do you need from me, baby?”
“You know what I need—”
He smacks my ass hard, cutting me off. “Use your words, and don’t forget to count.”
“Seven,” I snap, biting the word through my teeth. “I need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you,” he replies, sounding thrilled. He spanks me again, punctuating his claim.
“Motherfuck—eight,” I growl. “I need you to fuck me. Is that better? Are you pleased now?”
Apollo chuckles. “So much frustration in such a tight little body.”
Another smack.
“Nine. You’re driving me insane—”
“I know,” he says, hands caressing the back of my thighs. “I can see how wet you are from here, love. You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”
“I swear to God—”
“One more,” he cuts in. “You’ll count your last properly, and then I’m going to sit where you are, and you’re going to ride me. You have to make yourself come, this time. You have to earn it after you kept such vital information from me.”
Why is this turning me on so much?
I almost yell when he doesn’t immediately act, but moan with relief when he finally does. My butt feels positively numb after his final hit, and my shoulders release every bit of tension once it’s over.
“Ten, Apollo.”
In a flash, I’m tugged up by the back of my arms. My stomach swoops, watching with hungry eyes and he steps out of his pants, kicking them aside along with his boxer briefs. His undeniably gorgeous cock standing stiffly between his thick, muscular thighs.
I need him inside of me.
Now.
“This is going to be fast,” I rush out, walking forward so that he sits down. I scramble to straddle him, using his arms on my waist as support. “We can’t take too long or we’ll risk them coming home.”
Apollo agrees, nodding. “Get on my dick, Rayna.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I use one hand, wrapped around him in a fist to line us up. My pussy is slick and sensitive with arousal as I notch him at the opening, not even taking a second before I sit down.
A high-pitched mewl leaves me, and I don’t even care if it sounds sexy or not. I feel so fucking full at this angle, taking him from on top. There’s no prompting needed for me to start rocking, using my knees on the hood to lift up and down.
“Yesss,” I hiss, clenching around him as we continue to move.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Apollo groans, pushing up my shirt. Leaning forward, he nips at my tits with his teeth, teasing me through my lace bra. “You fucking loved my hand on your ass, didn’t you, micina?”
“Just as much as you did,” I reply in a brag. “I can literally feel you throbbing inside me.”
He doesn’t deny it as he tightens his hands on my hips, forcing me down harder on his thick length. “We’ll have to do this more.”
I don’t have to agree verbally for him to know that I want that too.
Minutes pass in grunts, moans, and thrusts.
The pleasure has coiled up tightly in my core, and I can’t make it much longer before I’m going to combust. My clit has been brushing against Apollo’s pelvis with every thrust, and with how worked up the spanking got me, I’m seconds from a blistering hot climax.
“Apollo, I’m gonna—”
“Tell me to come inside you,” he rushes out, voice husky and deep. “Say it, Rayna. The right way.”
“Oh fuuuckk,” I moan, hips rocking shakily. “Come in me, Apollo. Please, fuck, I need it so bad.”
“Again, say it,” he implores, grabbing one of my tits and squeezing hard.
“Fill me with your cum,” I whimper, legs shaking.
My last desperate request sets us both off. My pussy constricts around him as he lets go, practically sucking him deeper, siphoning the cum right out of him. I see stars as heat radiates through me, my blood pumping hard as I rock through the most intense shocks.
A small creak hits my ears, and I assume it’s coming from the car adjusting to our weight. Only for a moment.
“Sorry,” a voice says, shocking me out of my daze.
Devastatingly, the sound doesn’t come from the man underneath me. I gasp, freezing in Apollo’s lap as the high from my orgasm vanishes. My head whips to the side, finding Leon’s retreating form slipping through the door.
It was unlocked?
Oh fuck.
“What the hell was that?” I hiss, detaching myself from him hastily.
Apollo is in no rush to cover up, still leaning back on the hood of the car with his cock out as he watches me scramble. “That was a good fuck.”
“You heard him coming in,” I accuse, tugging my pants back on and my shirt down. “You saw him open the door, it was right in your view! Why did you keep going?”
“It was barely a second, and he needed to see it.”
“What?” I burst out, almost flinching. “Why would you say that? Leon and I are friends, I told you that. Just friends.”
Apollo shakes his head, getting up and grabbing his boxers to slide back on.
“You didn’t see how he looked at you while you were holding his sons, micina.
He may not admit it to himself, but he saw potential there.
I don’t blame him. You’re everything an intelligent man could want, but you’re not an option for him.
No matter what happens to his marriage.”
I don’t doubt that Apollo thinks he saw interest on Leon’s face directed toward me at some point, but I don’t think he interpreted it correctly. Leon and I agreed, we don’t see each other that way. But wait…
“What do you mean no matter what happens to his marriage? What do you know that I don’t?”
He considers my question. “Nothing that I can tell you.”
“We’re keeping secrets now?” I ask, sounding hurt. “What happened to honesty and trust? Or does that only apply to me? Some do as I say not as I do bullshit?”
“It’s not my secret to tell,” he replies, reaching for me. I step back on instinct, rejecting whatever comfort he’s attempting to give.
“Rayna,” Apollo implores. Stepping closer, he doesn’t let me escape his grasp this time.
His big hands surround my face, and he forces our gazes to connect.
“My father doesn’t even know yet. No one knows, and he trusted me to keep his business quiet for now.
If he wants you to know, he’ll tell you.
Until he’s ready to speak up, I’m keeping his trust.”
“Fine,” I mutter. If Dante doesn’t know, I shouldn’t expect to be confided in either.
“But don’t pull that shit again. I don’t care what you think you saw, you shouldn’t have done that to him.
His wife doesn’t even talk to him, or hug him, or physically connect with him at all and you just rubbed our intimacy in his face as some possessive dickhead warning. It was mean.”
“I’ll speak with him.” My future husband sighs, his thumbs brushing over the tops of my cheeks. “Stop being upset with me, I don’t like it when it’s genuine.”
“Then don’t do things to genuinely upset me,” I reply with a grumble. “You don’t need to claim me like that, you know? The ring on my finger already did that. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Even if he was an option?”
“Insecurity doesn’t become you,” I huff, eyes rolling up at him. “But yes, even if he was an option, I wouldn’t back out now. We’re doing this, Apollo.”
A glint of desire flashes in his eyes. “Now I want to fuck you again.”
“Well, too bad,” I tell him, pulling away. “Go apologize to your brother, and I’ll consider letting you have me again tonight.”
“I could always just take you.”
I lift a smooth brow. “What fruit am I allergic to again?”
“Don’t remind me,” he warns, a hint of danger in his tone. “I’m still pissed at you for not divulging that.”
My arms cross over my chest. “Well, the faster you talk to Leon, the faster you can kiwi-proof the house and plant unnecessary EpiPens all around.”
“Sei una rompipalle,” he grumbles.
“Wanna translate that?”
“You’re a pain in the ass.”
A giggle bursts out of me. “Right back at you, darling.”