Chapter 4
four
Nestled between two big men on a slick black tattoo chair. Dress shoved up to my bra, panties bunched low below my hip bones. My heart stutters against my ribs, eyes focused on the neon purple glow of the Iron Inque sign on the far wall.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before.
If I weren’t so wasted, I think I’d be worried they could smell how aroused I am.
It’s clear they’re brothers. Almost identical in the face.
Nico’s tan skin is covered in ink, with some places blacked out entirely.
I have a suspicion Apollo looks the same beneath his button-down shirt.
Both have dark brown hair and bushy eyebrows.
Molten chocolate eyes framed by lashes that make my stomach flip.
And their bodies…like Greek gods. Big. Tall. Broad.
Muscles everywhere.
Nico’s machine hums as he preps the area and gives me a flirty look. “It shouldn’t be too painful, but this is a vulnerable spot. The design is small, so it may feel weird. Are you ticklish?”
“I don’t think so.”
My head’s fuzzy, and my tongue is thicker than normal. Body heavy. Thighs slick.
And my clit… It keeps pulsing. Begging to be touched.
“Can I hold your hand?” I grip Apollo’s first finger because that’s all I can manage. He stands at my head, crotch close to my face.
The outline of his erection is extremely noticeable in his gray trousers. Felt it earlier when I was in his lap. I’m kind of hoping I was imagining how big it was. Fucking an elephant’s trunk sounds okay in theory, but in practice, it’s probably quite painful.
Nico taps my skin with the needle, and I take a sharp inhale so I don’t jump.
“You okay?” he asks, and I nod.
“It feels…good?”
Nico smirks. “Yep.” His dark gaze flicks toward his brother. “She’s a natural.”
Apollo’s deep bass rumbles with some kind of grunt of pleasure, sending tingles down my legs. Arms. Even my scalp warms with bliss. And my nipples peak.
When I glance at Apollo’s shadowed face, he’s staring down at me with lust-filled eyes. His cock makes a leap for me behind his zipper.
Not even really thinking, I let go of his finger and slip his black leather belt through the silver buckle. Carefully. Slowly.
Nico continues to work on my hip, not paying attention to what I’m doing.
Apollo’s broad thumb brushes over the back of my hand as I unbutton, then unzip his pants. He taps my fingers silently. When I shift my eyes toward his face, a silent question lingers there.
I bite my lower lip and nod. Let’s do this.
He exhales, not gently, as if he’s been dying to release some pent-up frustration.
Nico’s eyes stay focused on his work, but his tongue slides along the inside of his cheek. Like he’s trying not to say anything.
Apollo lowers the waistband of his boxers enough that I see the tip of his cock poking out.
I gasp and almost sit up.
“Whoa…” Nico says, splaying a hand across my abs to steady me.
“What the fuck?” I whisper harshly. “That… That thing is utterly gigantic. And is that a…”
Apollo’s head tilts back, and he ruffles a hand through his longer locks. Like he doesn’t want to answer me. “Yeah.”
“You have an earring in your dick.”
Nico chuckles, his breath hitting my mons pubis, making the hairs stand on end.
“It’s not an earring if it’s in my dick. It’s a frenum—”
“Frenulum piercing. With a black bar,” I state.
“Yep.” His hand snakes down his trousers to grab the base of his firm cock.
Thick veins wrap around it, swollen with blood. It grows even thicker when he gives it a stroke.
I’ve seen penises. Studied anatomy. But this particular pendulous…
Feels like it should come with a stretched box warning.
I lean forward and wet my tongue before tracing the tip along the metal bar underneath his seeping crown. Tasting the nickel. And the musky flavor of him.
Apollo’s abs dip inward as he moans. “Fuck, tulip.”
His palm gently strokes my cheek as I slide closer to him. He steps closer until the girth presses heavily against my lips.
I part my mouth and suction the head as he groans, deep and rough. My jaw has to unhinge to fit it in, and I can only gather up an inch more before I feel like gagging. But I’m determined to suck this huge dick like no other woman has before.
Maybe it’s the sting of rejection from seeing Lakshmi walk around that corner. Or because Apollo’s cologne is making me feral. Perhaps it’s just the alcohol. But I want him.
Pleasure ripples through my lower body as Nico lifts the tattoo machine off my skin, then slips it, sans needle, between my legs. His eyes find mine as he grows a serious expression. When he turns it on again, I whimper. It vibrates right where I need it.
Nico hooks a gloved finger through my panties and pushes them aside, then presses it against my pussy as I take more of Apollo.
Apollo grips my hair at the crown, surging his hips forward as if testing how much I can take.
“That’s it,” he breathes. “Relax your throat.”
“She’s so wet for us,” Nico says. He studies my face as I suck his brother’s cock. His hand moves the machine until it feels as if I could have an orgasm. Which is a rare event for me.
Everything has to be perfect. Angles. Lighting. Mood… And then my thoughts. They’re usually so tied up in what I have to do that I can’t relax enough for one.
But now? My hips writhe against the sensation.
Nico glances at Apollo, who delves deeper inside my mouth. The sound pornographic and erotic.
“Here, bro… Feel her.”
Apollo leans over, taking control of the machine from Nico.
My hand grips Apollo’s heated shaft and tugs him closer. I cough a few times, but try to focus on letting go. Just letting the sensations be my only thoughts. Allow myself to be free.
Something I never am.
I barely notice Nico slipping out of the room. And part of me wonders if that was Apollo’s doing.
“Please, right there,” I mutter as Apollo presses the vibration against my clit. It’s like he and his brother are pros at this. Being Deltas, they likely are.
“Damn it, you’re going to make me come.” Apollo’s cock throbs in my grasp, and I spread my thighs wider, his words spurring my own ecstasy.
“Swallow me,” he says. “It’s coming…”
He chokes on his words, a deep growl bellowing from his chest.
It sends me over the edge. I clamp my legs together and arch my back. Apollo erupts inside my mouth, hot reams of salty cum spilling down my throat. His hand grips the back of my neck, keeping me on him as he finishes.
My body shakes, shivers, tenses. Bliss darts down every nerve ending.
There’s so much cum, I almost choke on it but manage to swallow it down. Eyes filled with tears. Throat sore and raw. Cheeks hot and jaw tired.
It’s odd, because with Ayan, I never wanted to. Hated the taste. Always spit it out and he’d throw me a towel. Now? I didn’t even think twice.
I wanted it.
Apollo leans over and huffs out a dry chuckle. Like he can’t stand upright.
“Fuck! That was amazing…”
I manage to glance down at my new tattoo. All finished and ripe and red.
“Was it the best you’ve ever had?” I ask.
Apollo laughs, stuffing his softened cock back into his pants. “Yeah. For sure.”
Me, too, I want to say, but don’t.
Nico peeks his head into the room, eyebrows raised. I should be embarrassed, but the liquor has made it impossible.
“You got this?” he asks Apollo.
Apollo doesn’t look at him. “Yeah. I’ll finish up.”
And that’s it. Something in Apollo’s tone has his brother backing off without another word.
Apollo washes his hands and dons some gloves from the box on the wall. He scoots over toward me on the rolling stool, eyes focused on the fresh ink and red skin surrounding it. It’s exactly what I wanted. Clean. No mistakes.
His hands are steadier than they should be as he tapes a clear bandage over it, fingers brushing my hip in gentle, deliberate passes—nothing like the force from minutes ago.
“Leave this on. At least three hours,” he says, voice lower now.
He smooths my dress back into place himself, like it’s not even a question who should be doing it.
Apollo is a complete gentleman, grabbing a bottle of water for us from a mini fridge nearby, then snugly tucking me into his coats. Handing me some aftercare instructions on a piece of paper.
“Ready?” he asks with a heavy brow. Like it’s hard for him to even ask.
“Mm-hmm.” But I’m not.
Tonight was completely unusual. Not like anything I’d ever do.
And when he escorts me to Omega’s front door, I’m not even sure how to say goodbye. Or if I want to.
The ride over was cold. Colder than on the way there. I’m sobering up now. Apollo’s terser. Quiet, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll say something first.
I slip off his coats and hand them over, but he wraps his arms around me in a sweet embrace.
Soft lips press against my forehead in a delicate kiss, and he warms my body by stroking my back rapidly with his palms. For a moment, I think he’s not going to move as he sways from side to side with me held against his chest.
Finally, he breaks the silence. “I’ll be needing your number.” He says it like it’s already been decided.
“Oh. Okay.”
This was a strange date. Even stranger way to end the night. I don’t know how to do this.
Something tells me Apollo doesn’t either.
He pulls his phone from his pocket and hands it to me, unlocked. Bared for me to see everything. Like he’s more exposed now than he was at Iron Inque. I type my number into his contacts as he slips his jackets on.
“Bye,” I say quietly, not sure what else to say.
I give him a tiny wave as he stands there, fingers reaching out for me. Not wanting another second of the awkward moment to linger, I pull away and dash inside.
Groaning, I roll back and forth on my twin bed, pulling the blankets over my head. I really don’t want to wake up.
“Help me,” I whisper through an arid throat. My breath tastes like I swallowed a night full of bad decisions.
And my face feels like I forgot to wipe off all this gross makeup before bed.
Because I did.
“You look horrible.” Ellis sets a large paper coffee cup on my desk. The scent is like medicine for my throbbing skull.