Apollo (Cerberus MC)

He pulls his boxers down, and the second his hand meets his erection, he’s stroking, the sounds rumbling out of him more a growl than anything human.

The tingles take over my body, my eyelids growing heavy.

A pained groan escapes his lips before hot splashes mark my skin. The warmth of it makes me hiss. The sight of his pleasure sets off a bomb inside of me, the pulsing expanding to reach every inch of my skin. It feels like it’s never going to end, and I have to curl over myself to keep from screaming.

“Jesus, look at you.” His hand meets my inner thigh, and I know the touch is meant to be soothing, but it does nothing to calm the riot of sensations. “Can I taste you?”

That sounds like the best thing in the world right now.

Chapter 24

Apollo

I’ve given a lot of women orgasms. I’ve felt proud to be able to be a part of their pleasure in that way, but never have I seen a woman’s body react to it the way I just witnessed. I feel like I’m in the presence of something sacred, watching her fingers slow on her clit, the pink of her pussy throbbing with strong pulses. She’s so slick, the streaks of my cum mixing with the tight red curls on her pubis in the most erotic way.

“Jesus, look at you,” I groan, my fingers itching to touch but staying in the realm of safety on her inner thigh. “Can I taste you?”

My mouth waters, readying itself for what I know is going to be absolute heaven.

She dips her head once, a movement so tiny I can’t consider it a nod.

“Yeah?”

I get three more tiny dips, and that’s all I need to dive in and devour.

I swirl my tongue, licking at both her pussy and the fingers still lingering there. The sound she makes is one of such shock, I don’t know if I’m doing something right or wrong.

She doesn’t push me away. Those slick fingers tangle in my hair on instinct, and I’m lost to her, to the scent of her skin, to her release, to the way our combined releases taste bursting on my tongue. I groan with pleasure, my tongue circling much the same way her fingers had moments ago. I trace her slit up and down twice before dipping the tip of my tongue inside of her. Her hips roll—tiny little movements—against my mouth as she takes pleasure from me.

“Nate.”

With my mouth still on her, I lift my eyes.

She’s looking down at me with flushed cheeks, her mouth hanging open a couple inches. Her eyes can’t seem to get with the program, closing to mere slits.

“Ever had a tongue on you before?”

Her head shakes almost violently.

“Do you like it?” I lick her again for good measure.

“So much,” she pants.

“Good. I’m not stopping until you come again.”

Her head drops back, one hand still tangled in my hair, the other lifting to cover her face, and I do my best to resist the need to press my fingers into her. I take her permission very seriously, and tasting doesn’t equate to penetration. My cock throbs against the mattress, begging me to ask for him.

But she distracts me, the pulsing I had witnessed with my eyes, I’m now experiencing against my tongue. I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with the stiffened tip of my tongue. A long groan fills the room, and I realize the sound is coming from both of us. I’m getting as much gratification from her orgasm as she is.

I lift away when her grip becomes painful on my hair, licking at my own lips because I don’t want to miss a drop of what she just shared with me. Her chest is working up and down, the sound of labored breaths swarming around us as I look down at her. Her eyes are closed, but not squeezed tight like she does when she’s embarrassed.

I know I should pump the brakes. Having an erection doesn’t mean I need to do something about it, but God, this one is the image of blissed out. The sight of her rosy, pink nipples pointed to the ceiling remind me that I haven’t tasted that part of her yet. Her breasts, perky and full just beg to be touched, licked, and sucked on until she begs for mercy.

“I want inside of you,” I say when I know I shouldn’t say such things when she’s floating on a sex cloud.

“Yes,” she whispers, and the confirmation makes me jolt.

“Really?”

A soft smile spreads across her face as she nods.

Permission granted. Access given. Prayers answered.

I pull her panties the rest of the way off, leaning up and tugging at my own boxers, uncaring at the sounds of thread snapping when I stretch them too far.