Chapter Twenty-Five #2
Apollo slipped his hands behind the back of Tem’s thighs, lifted her up, and set her on the low brick wall.
Despite the urgency of the moment, he took his time spreading her legs, pushing her knees open before nestling himself between them.
Her body was naked before him, his warm skin touching hers.
There was something so right about this position—two people upright, face-to-face, poised to collide.
It took every ounce of self-control Tem had not to wrap her fingers around his cock and pull it inside her.
But now was not the time for that. Tem had stated her boundary, and she trusted Apollo to respect it.
In the end, it was his fingers, not his cock, that entered her.
The moment he made contact, Tem forgot her qualms.
If the circumstances were different, Tem might have been embarrassed about how loudly she moaned.
As it stood, she was surprised she didn’t orgasm instantly.
Apollo’s touch was different than Caspen’s—less refined, rougher.
It was as if he were pushing her toward her climax rather than coaxing her there.
But Tem didn’t care. In fact, she liked it.
A push was preferable at this point; she needed to finish as fast as possible, and Apollo was making her do exactly that.
Her hands wrapped around his forearm, drawing him even closer.
His face was an inch from hers. They didn’t kiss.
This was no intimate moment, no tender chance to connect.
It was a transaction, plain and simple, and Apollo’s breathing was sharp and fast as he fingered her.
Tem matched it with hers, allowing herself to moan as loud as she liked.
There was nobody here to hear them—the only other soul was dead; no one alive to witness the pleasure he was giving her.
Tem could already feel something building within her, and she knew Apollo felt it too.
Their bodies were pressed together, the unbreakable expanse of his torso the only thing keeping her steady.
Come for me, Temperance.
Only Caspen had told her to come like that before.
Caspenon would not mind. He would want you to come.
Tem very much doubted that.
Come for me.
She was seconds away. She couldn’t hold out forever.
Now.
Apollo’s teeth nipped her earlobe. With a helpless whimper, Tem came.
Ten seconds. It couldn’t have taken more than ten seconds for Apollo to make her finish.
She’d already been out of breath, but now she was gasping for air.
Pure, unencumbered relief swept through her, followed quickly by total bliss.
Oxygen flooded her lungs as the pressure between her legs fell away.
She felt so much better, her body suddenly limp in Apollo’s arms.
But Apollo was just getting started.
He pulled away, trailing his dripping fingers up his cock until they were wrapped around the base. Everything he’d just said to Tem was also true for him, she realized. Apollo needed to come too. His eyes met hers. He gave her a diabolical smile.
Then he began to stroke.
There was no sound other than her wetness around the great length of his cock.
Somehow it felt as if Tem were involved—as if by fucking his fist, he were fucking her.
She watched him as he touched himself, listening to the slick sound of her own cum as it slid against his skin.
It felt like she shouldn’t be seeing this.
But she had to look. Otherwise she wouldn’t see Apollo, in all his glory, looking back at her.
He alternated between watching his cock and watching her, staring at her with such self-satisfied lust that Tem nearly wanted to slap him.
But she’d done that once already, and he’d liked it.
The only thing left to do was to allow this to happen—to experience his hand pumping up and down his cock to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Tem was sorely tempted to join in—to touch herself at the same time. But that felt wrong somehow, as if it were an imitation of what they’d done in the banquet hall. Tem had no desire to replace that memory with this one. This was a new memory. And a good one.
For as intrusive as Apollo usually was in her mind, he was surprisingly silent now. Perhaps that was normal for him; perhaps the imminence of orgasm was the only thing that truly shut him up. It was good information to know, and Tem filed it away for later use.
She decided to fill the silence: Look how hard I make you, Apollo.
His eyes darted to his cock, which was rigid in his hand. His mouth twitched, but he didn’t reply. Almost as if to dare her to say more. Tem was happy to do so.
Do you like me like this? Wide open for you?
Still no reply. His strokes sped up.
Is this what you look like when you’re alone, Apollo? Is this how you touch yourself at night, when you think of me?
Still no reply. His eyes were boring into hers, his irises completely consumed by blackness.
It was like staring straight down into a bottomless well.
Tem trailed her fingers lazily up her stomach, brushing them over her breasts.
Apollo growled at the sight, the noise so purely animalistic, Tem immediately got chills.
You want to fuck me so badly. But I won’t let you, will I?
It felt immeasurably good to tease him. He was always teasing her, always making her feel slightly out of step. It was a rush she’d never been able to return until now.
What do you want to do to me, Apollo?
It was time for him to be vulnerable, to reveal a part of himself to her the way she’d done so many times for him. She wanted reciprocity. And she was done waiting.
Tell me, Apollo. Tell me what you want to do to me.
He was still stroking his cock, still looking her right in the eye as he said, I want to fuck you.
I know that already. What else?
I want to fuck you while my brother watches.
They were approaching the truth of the matter now. It had never been about Tem. It was about power. Apollo wanted to prove something to Caspen, and possibly to himself.
And how will you fuck me while he watches?
Apollo made a noise as if the question physically pained him. And perhaps it did. This was torture for him, just as so many things were for Tem. She’d finally found Apollo’s weakness—the thing that made him lose control. Her.
First, I want you on top.
Why?
So I can see your face.
Just like his brother. Typical.
And then?
And then I will take you from behind.
Why?
So my brother can see your face.
Also typical.
And then?
He sent her a vision—him behind her, his hand around her neck, pulling her face to his.
They kissed in his mind but not in reality, and Tem watched as the hand that wasn’t around his cock gripped her thigh so tightly it was sure to leave a bruise.
Tem didn’t mind. She wanted to remember this.
His vision sharpened. Tem was crying his name: Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!
In front of him, she smiled. So that was what he wanted. For her to say his name—to acknowledge him—a level of intimacy she wouldn’t allow. There would be time for that later—or perhaps not at all. Tem wasn’t interested in giving Apollo what he wanted. She was interested in winning.
Victory was inevitable. Tem could sense it.
If she’d been touching herself, she would be close too.
Instead she was just blissfully turned on, experiencing this moment right along with him, only this time with the luxury of detachment.
It was a new thing for Tem to wield her power in such a way, and she found that she liked it.
Distantly, she wondered what else she could make these brothers do.
Tem remembered the woman Apollo had fucked earlier—how he’d painted her spine with his cum. Tem wanted him to paint her the same way.
“Apollo,” she said out loud, her voice firm. He’d been staring at her center but now his eyes flicked to hers, devoid of anything but raw hunger. “Come on me.”
Equal parts ecstasy and torment flashed across his face. The two were so closely intertwined, there was no difference between them.
“Here.” She brushed her fingers over her clitoris. “Come right here.”
His eyes glazed over.
“Apollo,” she whispered.
The moment she said his name, Apollo came.
He finished with a groan, his shoulders hunching forward as he released himself between her legs.
His cum was warm, covering her center with a slickness that shone in the brand-new sunlight.
For a single second, neither of them moved.
Then Apollo extended his hand and slipped his fingers inside her once more, pushing his essence deep into her center, joining it with hers.
Unlike the aggressive way he’d touched her just moments ago, this time he caressed her gently, slipping his fingers in and out, up and down, spreading their combined wetness all over.
Tem let him do this, her knees still open, every part of her exposed.
When he finally removed his fingers, he raised them to her lips.
Taste us.
Tem didn’t need to be told.
She opened her mouth and received his fingers willingly, sliding her tongue through the valley between them.
The metaphor wasn’t lost on her: she knew he was showing her how good they could be together.
Apollo’s other hand went to her neck, tilting her head back to push his fingers down her throat.
Tem closed her eyes, memorizing the way they tasted, imagining what it would be like to do everything he’d shown her in his vision.
But she couldn’t do any of that. Not tonight, and possibly not ever.
She would not come between brothers—figuratively or otherwise.
Apollo’s face was an inch away from hers.
He was probing her, testing her, seeing how deep she could take him.
When she had licked his fingers clean, Apollo grinned.
“Your cunt is exceptional.”
“I—what?”
“One of the best I have ever encountered.”