19. Kedi
Kedi
Apollo had been distracted for the past hour, but every time I asked him what was wrong, he played it off like it was nothing. “It’s not important. I’ll tell you tomorrow. Right now, we’re celebrating. You’re the only thing that matters. You and our baby.”
I couldn’t even argue with him when he was being so sweet. He was so sweet, in fact, that he deserved a special celebration, just the two of us. I eased off his lap, and using our laced fingers, I pulled him off the couch.
“Where are we going?” he asked, though there was no doubt in either of our minds what kind of party we were in the mood for.
Multiple sets of eyes followed us as we made our way toward my bedroom, and even before I closed the door, I heard them all making their excuses. “Wow, look at the time. I have to be up early…”
“Please don’t leave me here alone with them,” Norman whined drunkenly.
“Come on, then, bunny,” Oliver slurred. “You can come stay at my place tonight.” Aw, that was nice of him to offer.
Apollo and I really needed to find our own place. We couldn’t keep displacing my poor roommate. As guilty as I felt, though, there was no chance I was going to be able to keep quiet tonight. My motor was already revving pretty high.
“Get on the bed,” I said in a stern, no-nonsense voice, and he stripped off his clothes in record time and launched himself onto my bed, practically vibrating as he eagerly awaited my next command. I opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a little treat.
Apollo’s eyes brightened as he chuckled. “A little cliché, don’t you think?”
“I prefer the term classic.” I spun the fuzzy pink handcuffs around my finger before crawling seductively onto the bed beside him. “Arms up.”
He obeyed without question, already hard and glistening with precum, cock bobbing as the handcuffs clicked shut. “How’s that?” I asked.
He gave them an experimental tug, metal rattling against the wood frame. “A little tighter."
I wasn’t sure that was necessary but did as he asked. I was nothing if not accommodating.
With him restrained, I slid back off the bed and took my time getting undressed.
His eyes ate up every inch of skin as it was bared, and the slower I went, the more agitated he became.
“Please tell me you won’t be teasing me mercilessly all night.
I need you to touch me.” He wiggled his hips, his swaying cock stealing my attention.
“I’ll touch you when I’m good and ready,” I said roughly, though in truth, I was way beyond ready.
These pregnancy hormones were no joke. It was the worst kind of torture for me to be away from my mate—there was never a good time for it, but especially after finding out we were expecting a pup of our own.
I’d been craving his taste on my tongue, dreaming of him every night and waking up dripping with slick.
I prowled along the side of the bed, admiring my mate, arms above his head, stretched taut for me.
There was no doubt that this was a body that had been trained for violence, yet there was nothing but compliant obedience now.
He stared at me with those green eyes full of love and desperate yearning.
His body was packed with muscle, with broad shoulders and a tapered waist, but he didn’t have the kind of cut build guys got from time spent in the gym. This was a more natural shape of a man who worked hard but still appreciated good food as much as I did, with a bit of padding around the middle.
As I reached out and traced a finger up his abs, a shiver ran through him, muscles flexing as he strained against the cuffs, and his eyes drifted shut as if to savor the feeling. “You’re killing me,” he said on a groan.
“Not yet I’m not,” I teased. “Not until after I’ve had my way with you.”
I paused briefly at the Order’s mark tattooed on his pec, but I refused to linger on the negative. We were supposed to be celebrating. So instead, I moved a little south and tweaked his nipple lightly.
He jolted in surprise, then laughed, his eyelids cracking open to peek at me. “Such a tease.”
“I’m just getting started…” Though this was as much a tease for me as it was him.
Slick made my ass cheeks slippery as I crawled onto the bed, straddling him.
I hovered over him, giving only the barest friction between our cocks as I bent down and let my lips skim up his body, nipping and sucking up marks that wouldn’t last. Blowing gently, I let my breath cool his flesh wet with saliva.
Propped above him, I stared down into the face of the boy I used to know and the man I’d given my heart to.
He’d gone through a rough journey to get here, but he was stronger than he gave himself credit for.
“I love you,” I whispered, tracing his lips with my thumb before replacing it with my lips for a languid kiss.
He was breathless when I pulled back, and he tilted his head up trying to follow me. “I love you too. Forever.”
I’d made us both wait long enough. And I refused to delay even a second longer…
I shuffled down Apollo’s body, lavishing him with kisses, until I found myself between his legs, admiring the whole length of his dense body from a tantalizing angle. Tense with the potential for explosive power, and to be in complete control of him… it was a heady feeling.
Sliding my hands up his thighs, I squeezed the thick muscles flexing under my palms. Exerting a little force on him, I spread his legs so I could fit my shoulders between them. “Wider,” I coaxed in a purr.
Lying on my stomach, I teased my nose across his balls, the clean scent of his soap still lingering. Not for long, I vowed, eager to dirty him up.
Flattening my tongue, I laved straight up the underside of his shaft, and his breathing faltered.
I could feel his throbbing pulse in the vein, and my heart changed its rhythm to match.
His skin was hot and soft as velvet, and I followed it all the way to the tip before dipping into the slit, chasing after the musky taste of his precum.
I focused my attention on the head, flicking my piercing across the glans, but it wasn’t until I sucked him fully down to the back of my mouth that I heard a muffled grunt and the telltale rattle of the cuffs, like he’d instinctively tried to reach for me.
I took him as deep as I could. It was a struggle, but I focused on my breath, opening my throat to welcome him in. When I felt the tickle of his coarse hair on my nose, I took a deep breath, then nudged that little bit deeper, swallowing around him.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. So obviously, I did it again. I wanted to push him past cursing, until he lost the capacity for speech.
Even with his arms restrained, it seemed he wasn’t entirely powerless. As I drew off him slowly, his hips bucked off the mattress, chasing the wet warmth of my mouth. I pressed firmly on his hips to keep him in place, and when that didn’t work, I shoved my spit-slick finger into his tight ass.
“Ah! Oh gods,” he panted with another hard rattle of the cuffs and the creak of wood. If he pulled much harder, there was a chance the bedframe would break.
I paused. “Still good?”
“So good,” he groaned.
As I continued to work him with my mouth, I gently eased a second finger into his entrance, going just deep enough to stroke across his prostate. It didn’t take long before he was trembling, precum pooling on my tongue.
“Please,” he gasped. “I-I’m too close. Untie me. I need to make you feel good too.”
I pulled off his cock with a wet pop. My grin was all teeth, a predator’s warning. “Who says I need to untie you for that.”
With some shuffling, I managed to turn myself around, knees on either side of his head, lowering my ass over his face. I hesitated a few inches away. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“But what a way to die,” he groaned before he craned his neck to get at me like a man starved of ass.
The second his hot mouth reached my slick hole, all doubt was cast to the side.
When I finally gave up my inhibitions, my doubts, and started to grind on his face, it was like it unleashed his most primal urges.
He was more savage than his wolf the way he devoured me.
He speared his tongue as deep as it would reach, sucking along my rim, and I didn’t just see stars—I saw nebulas and black holes and distant fucking galaxies.
Why did I think this was a bad idea? It was the best idea every idea-ed.
Panting, I bent down and took him back into my mouth.
His ravenous moans vibrated straight through my balls as he dined on me, and we lost ourselves in the sensations.
Even with his arms restrained and me sitting astride his chest, he still proved to have remarkable mobility.
With his feet planted on the mattress, he was able to fuck up into my mouth.
Yep, I would have to tie those up too next time.
In a lust-driven stupor, I rotated my hips mindlessly in search of my climax, while bobbing faster and faster on his cock.
Tugging on his balls in one hand, the other jacking him in time with my mouth, I felt him harden further in my grip.
His throaty moans had become desperate whines, and I could barely catch my breath.
Apollo grunted what was likely a curse before he arched up beneath me, feeding me a thick load of his salty cum.
Swallowing his warm seed sent me following after him, and I came so hard I had to pull off him or risk biting.
I spilled across his chest in pulsing spurts, and when I was finally steady enough to crawl off him, I saw it had collected in the divot between his clavicles, all the way down to his belly button.
Every inch of his face, from chin to eyebrows, was glistening with my slick.
“What a mess I made of you,” I drawled proudly, smearing my fingers across him like some kind of abstract painter.
He looked thoroughly blissed out as I stumbled to the bathroom for a warm wet cloth to clean him up.
My whole body was jelly, and my hands were so tingly that it took three tries to get the cuffs undone.
He stretched his arms out quickly, then pulled me on top of him before I could wipe him up, smearing the mess between us.
“Gross,” I said with a laugh, though I honestly didn’t mind.
“He who deals it, feels it.” His cheeky grin was full of mischief, and I would do it a thousand times over if it meant seeing him so happy and relaxed. Kissing him was the perfect combination of our flavors on our tongue. He nuzzled into my neck. “We need to do that again,” he murmured.
“Ahh, but think of all the other things we have left to try,” I countered.
“I’ll start a list.”
I pulled him with me toward the shower to wash off the filth, knowing full well that we would get dirty all over again. We have a lifetime of this, I told myself, but I reached up to cover his Order tattoo with my hand. A lifetime… as soon as we were free of the Order.