Tempt Me: Tattoos and Temptation Book 5

by Mia Monroe

  I think shifting the mood is in order. “How about we go take a nap?”

  “I’m not tired.”

  I smile. “Neither am I.”

  “Nice. Let’s go.”

  Apollo takes my hand and leads me down the hall to his bedroom. A feeling strikes me, one I’m not sure how to define. I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to find words for it.

  “What’s wrong?” Apollo asks as he pulls his shirt over his head.

  “Nothing actually. I was just…” Suddenly, the answer comes to me. It’s what I was feeling at the apartment earlier. It didn’t feel like a place I would live. It felt like a museum. This place…I drag my hand over the worn comforter. It smells like Apollo. The idea of not being here with him tugs at my chest.

  “You look sad,” he says, sitting next to me.

  “I’m not. I’m happy I’m here with you. So happy.” I smile. “Kiss me?”

  “Definitely.”

  Apollo pushes me back on the bed, kissing me roughly as he tugs at my jeans. It’s time for me to take over. I push him off, taking a minute to get my clothes off.

  “Did you like tasting my cock last night?”

  Apollo nods with a smirk on his lips. “Sure did. Can I do it again?”

  “By all means. I do not wish to deny you. On your knees, amour.”

  Apollo slides off the bed and onto his knees, pressing his mouth to my black, sheer panties. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

  I twist my fingers through his hair. “I think the same of you.” I tug his hair, slightly pulling his head back. “Now, pull my dick out and suck it until I tell you stop.”

  He shakes his head. “Whew. Yes.” He tugs my panties down, and instead of going straight for it, he rubs his face all over my dick, then moves down to my balls and back up again. He shifts his eyes up, beautifully dark like pools of midnight. He takes me into his mouth, sucking as if he’s been doing it all his life. He pulls off slightly, lapping at my slit and moaning when he gets a droplet of precum. His hands cup my ass, pulling me closer as he attempts to swallow my length. He gags, coughing and laughing, and then going right in for a second try. He’s more successful this time, but then surprises me as he buries his tongue in my belly button.

  “Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs. “You’re so beautiful, Felix.”

  I watch in love-soaked awe as he worships my belly, my dick, my balls. He kisses and nibbles the insides of my thighs, then rises enough to suckle my nipples. Ah. Apollo discovers my Achilles heel. I melt into him, drowning in the sensations flowing through me. It feels like a low-voltage jolt of electricity—enough to light you up, but not enough to hurt.

  When he returns to my dick, he goes hard, sucking my length down his throat, his fingers courageously slipping between my ass cheeks.

  “Yes,” I hiss. “So good.”

  “I want you to come,” Apollo says, dragging his tongue along my shaft. “I want to taste you so bad.”

  I nod. “I’m close.”

  “Am I doing this the way you like it?”

  A laugh tumbles from my lips. He has no idea how fucking epic this is for me.

  “Yes. Perfect.”

  “Good.”

  He continues sucking the life out of me. I claw his shoulders to balance myself as my feet try to leave the ground. The tension growing within me feels too big to contain, unwieldy as it barrels toward its apex. I brace myself for the internal explosion I know is coming. When it does, one word leaves my lips.

  “Apollo!”

  I force my eyes down to see his wide with awe as he locks onto my cock, sucking and swallowing my cum. He pulls back slightly, his mouth open as my dick continues spurting onto his tongue, and I have never seen anything more beautiful. Apollo latches on again, gently swirling his tongue over my sensitive tip until I’m completely drained. I fall back against the bed while Apollo crawls up next to me.

  It takes me several moments to compose myself.

  “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Am I okay?” Apollo repeats. “I’m amazing, Felix. That was very cool.”

  I twist my head to look at him. “You enjoyed it?”

  He searches my eyes for a moment. “It’s not very nice of you not to warn me.”

  “I did warn you.”

  “No, not that. You didn’t warn me that you would be so addictive. No heads-up at all that I would be so wrapped up in you, I can’t remember my life a few weeks ago without you in it. You should have told me, Felix, that at nearly forty years old, I would feel like a teenager again, discovering a world I never knew existed. Feelings and desires I didn’t know I was capable of. It’s not really fair that I walked in blind and unguarded.” A slow smile pulls at his lips. “But it’s okay. I forgive you. Being blindsided by something so incredible and life-changing was worth it.”

  “Oh, sweet man. I have so many things still bottled up I want to say, but I am not ready.”

  “Why?”

  “Because when I say them, I want you to feel the same. I think we are close, very close, but…” I exhale, smiling. “I have spent half my life wishing for you. I do not know why it is finally time for me to have you, but I am thankful it happened. I will never leave you unless you ask me to, and even then, I would try to change your mind. I would cast aside any pride to hold onto you for as long as possible.”

  “What if I never ask you to leave? What if I beg you to stay?”

  “Then I will die a happy man.”

  Apollo nods, his face flushing. I’ve never seen him like this before. Before I can ask what's wrong, he speaks.

  “I have a lot of feelings bottled up too, Felix. Things that feel too soon and too late and just right.”

  “I do not understand.”

  “Yeah, I know that doesn’t make sense to you. It barely makes sense to me.” He exhales, smiling. “I just want you to know you’ve changed my life for the better.”

  “Same.” I roll to my side, cupping his face before leaning in and kissing him softly. “I am not done with your body though.”

  “I hope you never will be.”

  “I can guarantee that.” As I search his sweet eyes, I know I’ll never be done with his heart either. “Are you ready for the next level?”

  I watch as he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Whatever you have for me, I’m ready.”

  “I want to make love to you, Apollo.” He starts to speak, but I put a finger over his mouth. “My words may be sweet, but I will not be tender with you. I will strip you bare, tear you open, and climb inside of you. I will leave you spent and take every ounce of every part of you and keep it with me. Do you want that, mon amour?”

  He moves my finger from his lips. “Fuck yeah.”

  “Then prepare yourself mentally, my love. We are going to be here a very long time today. The sun will set, we will be hungry for food when it is over but satiated in each other.”

  “You blow me away. Your words are fucking poetry.”

  “I am inspired by you. Every artist needs their muse.”

  He opens his arms wide. “Tear me apart, Felix. I’m ready.”

  I smile, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He thinks he’s ready for what I’m about to do.

  But he has no idea.

  Apollo

  Felix opens my nightstand, pulls out a condom, and grabs the bottle of lube still sitting out.

  When he turns back to me, he pulls the hair tie out that was holding his hair up, letting it fall in luscious waves around his pretty face. He unbuttons my jeans and I lift my hips to help him tug them off. My dick is already so hard, throbbing and veiny as precum leaks from the tip, pooling slightly around my piercing.

  “You are the ideal man, Apollo,” Felix whispers. “Everything is so...manly. Your body, your scent, your voice. I am seduced by your mere existence. What a treat to touch you intimately.”

  I shake my head. He nearly worships me, and coming from anyone else, I think it would make me uncomfortable, but
from Felix, it feels like hot soup on a cold day or sinking into a steamy bath. It’s comforting and reassuring and authentic.

  I love him.

  My chest tightens with that knowledge, in a good way, as if straining to hold the words and emotions in until the time is right. He’ll reject them if I say them now in the throes of lust. It’s impulsive, I think, to be in love after a few weeks, but maybe that’s how it happens. Maybe it doesn't always take months or years to know when someone is your person. I’ve known Felix, on some level, for years. Now it feels like our hearts are aligning, beating in time, realizing they found a match.

  I love him.

  The tightness recedes, unfurling like a blooming flower opening its petals to the sun. It’s the nicest feeling I’ve ever had.

  “I want you to relax for me,” Felix says, breaking into my thoughts. “And tell me if anything is uncomfortable or unwanted.”

  “Sure.”

  Felix smiles, stroking my cock in one hand and my thigh with the other. “Remember last night I told you I was going to stretch you so perfectly?”

  “I remember every word.”

  “Now you will experience it.”

  I watch his elegant movements as he pours a bit of lube on his fingers, rubbing the silky liquid between them to warm it. He settles between my legs, dragging his tongue along my shaft then sucking me into his hot mouth. I exhale, immediately lost in pleasure as Felix works me over.

  “Spread your legs, Apollo.”

  I do as he demands, my breath becoming heavy in my chest. Felix tickles my entrance, and I exhale slowly to relax.

  “Have you had anything in here before?”

  I chuckle. “Finger. Mine.”

  “Was it nice?”

  “Yeah, but I was looking for this prostate I hear about. Couldn’t find it.”

  “Oh,” he laughs softly. “I will find it. Have no doubt, mon chouchou.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Breathe out for me.”

  I do and feel Felix’s finger slide in. “Oh fuck.”

  “It is good?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Mm, yes, it is good. You are so hot inside. Tight. Soft. Oh, I will love to be in here.”

  I can only nod as he moves his finger, getting used to the feeling of burning and pleasure. Fortunately for me, Felix’s fingers are slender, but his dick isn’t. Not sure how that will go.

  “Stay with me, darling,” Felix whispers, as if knowing I’m worried. “I will take good care of you.”

  I nod, exhaling. “I know. I trust you.”

  “Beautiful. Trust is important.”

  Felix continues working my hole with one finger while slowly, torturously, stroking my cock. Sometimes he leans down and flicks his tongue over the tip of my cock or licks the piercing or laps up precum. He doesn't take his eyes off my face.

  “Time for a second finger.”

  I nod, watching him as he watches me. The burning returns, but subsides much quicker this time. I’m starting to associate that burn with a good thing. It means pleasure is following.

  Felix continues pumping and scissoring his fingers inside me, slowly, as if he plans to do this all day, which is actually okay with me.

  “Good?” he checks.

  “Perfect.”

  “Yes, you are. May I taste you there?”

  “Fuck.” The word leaves my mouth in a huff.

  “Is this an idea you like?”

  “Yeah.” I nod. “I’m nervous though.”

  “Why, my love?”

  “Never done it before.”

  “You are not doing anything but experiencing it. May I?”

  “Please.”

  “Merci, mon amour. One more fantasy to check off my list.”

  “Fuck, babe.”

  He slides down, disappearing between my legs. His fingers leave me, making my body flinch from the loss, but then the warm heat of his tongue is there, licking my entrance and sending me to a place that is entirely new.

  I relax into the mattress, my fingers in his hair, as Felix’s tongue pushes into me. He hums as he licks me, sending vibrations to my core. My dick jerks, leaking more precum and straining from need. Felix slides a finger in to join his tongue, then another, then—oh my fucking fuck—another finger. My back arches, pushing into him, my hips moving involuntarily.

  “Oh, I have discovered something you like.”

  “Fuck, Felix. This is…fuck.” I claw the sheets. “Incredible.”

  “I am just beginning with you. I am close, no? The magic button is near. Ah...what is this?”

  When he presses into me, I nearly fly off the bed. My eyes roll back, white light behind my eyelids. “Fuck!”

  “Ah yes, there it is. Now, mon amour, you know where the spot is.” He taps it again, making me whimper. “Wait until you feel my dick push it. You will fall in love with me.”

  “Fuck.” I’m there. I’m so there.

  “Ask me to fuck you, Apollo. Ask for my cock.”

  “Jesus, Felix. Where did this other side of you come from?”

  “It was created the night you kissed me. Now ask me, mon petit canard.”

  “Canard?” My brain tries to translate a language it doesn’t know. “What is that?”

  “My little duck.” He rises so that he’s hovering above me, gripping my chin. “Ask me to fuck you. I want to hear those words so desperately.”

  “Please fuck me, Felix. I want your cock. I want you to be my first.” I gaze into his eyes. “I want you to be my last.”

  Felix’s face reacts with surprise as his eyes flutter, but he blinks it away.

  “It will be my honor.”

  He reaches for the condom, pulling it over his dick which hangs above the bunched-up panties he’s still wearing.

  “I want you to be on top of me,” Felix whispers. “It will be easier for your first time, and a joy for me to see you ride my dick.”

  “Yes.” It’s a whisper.

  Felix leans against the headboard. “Come to me, Apollo, but face away. I want to worship your beautiful ass a little longer.”

  “Jesus.” I straddle him on my hands and knees, my ass directly in front of him, my face pressed to the bed. He strokes my cheeks, spreading them and pressing sweet kisses to my entrance.

  “It is so pretty, Apollo. It is perfect, like you crafted it just for me to ruin.”

  The word ‘ruin’ from his lips sends a sharp jolt through me.

  “It is so tight right now, so perfectly puckered, but when I am done with you, it will be stretched, relaxed, and dripping.” He laughs. “In my fantasy, condoms do not exist, and I would breed this hole, filling you up inside. I would plug you up and make you walk around with me still in you. I would only unplug you when you begged me, and then I would fuck you again, using my cum as lube, until you could take no more.”

  “Christ, Felix. Your mouth.”

  “I have only the filthiest plans for you. I have saved them up for ten years. Now I will live them.”

  “Please,” I plead. “Please, Felix. Please fuck me. I want your cock so bad.”

  He locks his mouth to my entrance, sucking and licking and prying me open with his fingers. He murmurs words of praise in French and English, gripping my dick and pulling it through my legs to suck in between worshipping my hole.

  “Now you are ready, lover. Turn around so I can see your face when I enter you.”

  I exhale, filled with nervous anticipation. Felix is stroking his dick, his eyes heavy with lust, and he’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment. I center myself above his cock, and as he holds it steady, I lower myself down. When the tip enters me, I tense, feeling that burn shoot through me again.

  Felix shushes me with a comforting sound, as if reassuring me without words that I’m okay. I nod, continuing my descent down his length. As the burn subsides, my body relaxes, and a sound I can only describe as overwhelming joy escapes my lips.

  Felix’s eyes flutter. “Good, d
arling. So good, mon chouchou.”

  I put my hands on his shoulders, eyes wide. I have a dick inside of me. His dick. I don’t know what I thought it would feel like, but it’s...fucking amazing.

  “Move when you are ready,” Felix says.

  I nod, slowly moving up to test how it feels. Oh, that’s good. I keep going, increasing my speed as it starts to feel even better. Felix smiles, knowing that I’m getting into it. His hands stroke my sides up and down, rest on my hips, then move up again.

  I start to really get into it, nearly bouncing as my body opens to him. Felix gets a glimmer in his eyes that gives me a thrill, wondering what he’s about to do to me. His hands move to my shoulders then he begins to buck into me, nailing me with his hardness and hitting that spot in me that launches rockets in my core.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan. “Fuck, Felix.”

  “Does it feel good, Apollo? My cock inside you, owning you. You are mine now.”

  I nod, too overwhelmed to speak.

  Felix’s hand moves to my throbbing cock, stroking me in time to his thrusts, his thumb rubbing the head. It’s too much, setting every single nerve in my body on fire. I shake my head, knowing an epic orgasm is on its way, and almost afraid of it. It feels like I might explode. My breath is heavy in my chest, my belly tight, and oh my fucking—

  “Fuck! Felix!”

  I come apart, gasping and moaning, low, guttural sounds spilling from my mouth as my dick shoots cum straight into the air. It’s the deepest most powerful orgasm of my life, taking over my entire body as it grips me in its powerful hold. Days and months and years pass by as this thing moves through my body until I can’t do anything but fall back on the bed, tears sliding down my face as sobs rip through me.

  As my awareness comes back and my breathing normalizes, Felix is beside me, stroking my hair from my face and whispering sweet words my brain can’t process. We lie like this for several minutes, Felix giving me the space to process and recover from what just happened.

  When I can finally compose words again, I turn my face to him. “Thank you.”

  His face is flushed and streaked with tears. “It was my pleasure. You were truly stunning to watch.”

  “I’ve never felt anything so powerful in my life. I wanted to experience this, and I am so glad I waited for you. Thank you isn’t enough to say to someone who just opened up your entire world. I didn’t know I could feel things on this level. You’re amazing, Felix. The world isn’t big enough to hold you, or to appreciate the light you shine. It never was.” I cup his face as a tear slides down his cheek. “But I am so grateful you want to share yourself with me. I don’t feel worthy, but I won’t question my luck.”