Page 58 of The Sun and Her Star

I slide away from her and start to get off the bed.

“Where you goin’?” she groans, and I jump.

“Sleep, Sunshine. I have to use the bathroom.”

“Hurry back,” she commands.

She grabs my pillow and has wraps her body around it. I watch her press her nose into it and take a deep whiff.

“I love the way your soap smells, by the way,” she says as I start to close the door behind me.

I turn on the water right away and hope that the sound of it disguises the sounds I’m about to make.

I take a second to catch my breath and try one more time to rid myself of this hard-on. I close my eyes and think of Nanette. I try to remember what her hands feel like. But, I can’t.

It’s like the air is infused with the essence of Apollo and every breath I take only makes my cock harder.

I hurriedly shove my pants down and fist my cock. I prop my other hand on the edge of the sink while I stroke myself. The water is loud and hot, and soon the room is dense with steam, and I can’t even hear the sound of my harsh, ragged breathing.

I’m so lost in my pleasure and so close to coming that I don’t realize I’m not alone until I hear the door slam shut.

My heart nearly bursts in my chest when I turn around to see Apollo standing there. She’s got a small smile on her face. Her eyes are hooded and trained on my cock. I let go of it and start to pull my hands out of my pants.

“Don’t stop,” she drawls, talking over the sound of the running water. I freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. I groan but don’t move my hand away.

“Apollo, I was just …”

“I know,” she says, her voice catches on the last word. “Please … I want to watch you. Like you watched me.”

She walks over and turns the water off while my blood deprived mind races to catch up.

“We shouldn’t,” I say, my voice clogged with the tension of my throbbing cock.

She steps to stand right in front of me. I lean back against the sink, and she presses into me.

“Of course, we should.” She reaches between us, grabs my hand, and guides it back into my pants. She wraps my fingers around my cock and leaves her hand over it.

I hiss in relief at the contact and start to stroke myself again. I look down at her small hand wrapped around my much larger one. It’s erotic and unbelievably intimate. It’s also something I swore I wouldn’t do with her.

When I look up, her dark, sultry eyes are glued to my mouth.

“I’ve always wondered what you would feel like,” she confesses, stepping up on the balls of her feet so that her face is level with mine. Her eyes are serious and so full of desire that I have to look away to keep myself from shooting off right then.

“Apollo, this feels so fucking good, ah—" My words are choked by a moan as her other hand cups my balls. I throw my head back, and her lips brush my neck.

Then she opens her mouth and starts to suck my neck. She uses her teeth and tongue for extra suction, and I know she’s leaving even more marks.

Our hands move faster, and the tingle at the very base of my spine and deep inside my balls tells me I’m close.

“Apollo, I’m going to come,” I warn and suddenly her hand is gone.

She drops to her knees, puts her hands on my hips and pulls just the head of my cock into her mouth. As soon as I feel her tongue swirl around my straining head, I come. Hot spurts of my cum shoot into her mouth, and she takes as much as she can before she pulls back. I fist myself again and stroke through the rest of my orgasm. I gasp and moan while I shoot out all over my stomach.

She stands up, her eyes wide and happy as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

My stomach recoils as my lust fogged brain starts to clear and the realization of what a monumental mistake I’ve made settles in its place.

Her smile disappears, and she takes a step back as she watches my expression morph from sated to horrified.

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