His fingers grip the side of my panties, and he slowly pulls them aside. Apollo licks his lips as his other hand slips into his boxers. I wiggle, not sure how I can take.
“I can’t take much more,” I whimper. I want to grab him and make him get to it before I die of need. “Apollo.”
“I love the way you say my name, but it’s ten times better when you’re turned on and need me.”
He’s enjoying this slow torture, but finally, finally he moves in closer, and his tongue slides between my folds. The feeling is like liquid heat being poured over my body, but when I feel him circle my clit, I moan. I’m unable to pull my eyes away from his face buried between my thighs. I can’t see his hand in his boxers anymore, but from the way his arm is moving back and forth, I know he’s jacking himself off as he goes down on me. This is so damn hot.
I rock my hips forward because I can’t sit still. His pace is slow at first as he explores me, and it’s like he’s trying to lick up every drop. The more I start to moan his name, the faster he goes. When he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue back and forth quickly, I’m done for.
“Apollo!” I cry out and my fingers go to his hair. The orgasm floods my body, but he doesn’t stop. “I can’t.” I try to shift away because my clit is too sensitive for me more.
After another tortuous lick, he smiles against me and then puts my panties back into place. When he stands up, he’s towering over me.
“What about you?” I ask, licking my lips. He lets out a groan that makes me feel pretty damn sexy.
“Don’t tempt me. I already got off once. No way am I getting two orgasms while you only get one.” I huff, pretending to be annoyed. He kisses me and takes the pout right off my lips. “This was about you tonight.”
This isn’t about him getting off? I smile up at him and fall a little bit more. He’s so unlike every other guy around school, or that I’ve ever met, really.
I rest my head against his chest and breathe him in. The hum of the orgasm is still floating through my body, and I don’t want it to stop. I want to stay right here forever and not go back to the party.
“I’m going to need to change my underwear now too,” he says with a deep chuckle. Even his laugh is sexy.
I lift my head to let him get dressed, and while he does, I roam around his room. I think his bedroom might be bigger than the entire house Mom and I rent. It’s another reminder of how out of my depth I am here. Apollo is Craven Cove royalty. I’m the new girl who is likely only passing through. I have no plans for what will happen next in my life while his is mapped out. We’re so different.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” He grabs my hand and pulls me into his body. He’s back in another one of his tuxedos, and he reminds me of a GQ model.
“Nothing,” I lie. I can tell he’s not buying it, but before he can ask again, a knock sounds at the door.
“Come in,” Apollo says. I try to take a step back from him, but he doesn't release his hold on me. The door opens, revealing his father, who I still haven't really met yet. Apollo looks so much like him, and it’s even more apparent when they're both in tuxedos.
His eyes bounce between the two of us. I know I’m blushing because I can feel the heat burn my cheeks. Mr. Crew’s face is unreadable, but I swear a silent conversation happens between him and Apollo. Whatever that conversation is, it has Apollo glaring at his father.
“The auction is about to start. You're up first. We don’t want all the girls not bidding because they’re waiting for you.”
“Shit,” Apollo mutters, running his hands through his hair. “I can’t. I agreed to that before.”
Before what? Before he went down on me? Told me I’m his?
“You’re backing out on a commitment?” Mr. Crew folds his arms over his broad chest. “This is for charity.” He emphasizes the last word, and I really wish I wasn't here right now.
“I’ll write a damn check myself then.”
“We talked about this.” He levels Apollo with a stare, and Apollo doesn't look the least bit intimidated, and his hold on me tightens.
“No, you talked.” I shift from foot to foot because this is getting awkward.
There’s a silent beat between them, and I feel his chest deflate.
“I’ll do it,” Apollo bites out.
“I’ll see you downstairs.” Mr. Crew steps back and shuts the door behind him.