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“It will only get worse if you resist.”
“I don’t care.”
“You will soon.”
“I hate you.”
“Now, now. We both know that is not true.”
Tem shook her head. She didn’t have time for Apollo’s nonsense right now. She was too turned on, too filled with need, to care any longer how it was resolved. She had to release the pressure. And she had to do it now.
“Fine,” she hissed. A paralyzing moment of silence passed. Apollo’s face was infuriatingly smug. “But I don’t want to have sex with you.”
Apollo tilted his head and smiled. “It rather seems like you do.”
“Well, I don’t. There are a hundred other ways to come.”
His smile only widened. “And which of those hundred ways would you prefer, Temperance?”
“Will you just shut up and help me?”
Apollo crossed his arms. “If I’m going to help you, I would prefer your enthusiastic consent.”
“You have it.”
“It does not sound like it.”
“What else do you want me to say?”
“Something romantic would be nice.”
Tem didn’t have the energy to argue. The sensation between her legs was crippling her, nearly pulling her to the ground. She’d had enough. “Make me come, Apollo.
Right now.”
His pupils were already dilating, his eyes turning black. “Are you begging me, Temperance?”
“I’m ordering you.”
“Even better.” Finally, Apollo stepped forward.
Tem had no idea what he was going to do, and frankly she didn’t care. If it meant that the pressure between her legs would be relieved, it would be worth it. She was almost willing to have sex with him just for that. But not quite.
Apollo slipped his hands behind the back of Tem’s thighs, lifted her up, and set her on the low brick wall. Despite the urgency of the moment, he took his time spreading her legs, pushing her knees open before nestling himself between them. Her body was naked before him, his warm skin touching hers. There was something so right about this position-two people upright, face-to-face, poised to collide. It took every ounce of self-control Tem had not to wrap her fingers around his cock and pull it inside her. But now was not the time for that. Tem had stated her boundary, and she trusted Apollo to respect it. In the end, it was his fingers, not his cock, that entered her.
The moment he made contact, Tem forgot her qualms.
If the circumstances were different, Tem might have been embarrassed about how loudly she moaned. As it stood, she was surprised she didn’t orgasm instantly. Apollo’s touch was different than Caspen’s-less refined, rougher. It was as if he were pushing her toward her climax rather than coaxing her there. But Tem didn’t care. In fact, she liked it. A push was preferable at this point; she needed to finish as fast as possible, and Apollo was making her do exactly that.
Her hands wrapped around his forearm, drawing him even closer. His face was an inch from hers. They didn’t kiss. This was no intimate moment, no tender chance to connect. It was a transaction, plain and simple, and Apollo’s breathing was sharp and fast as he fingered her. Tem matched it with hers, allowing herself to moan as loud as she liked. There was nobody here to hear them-the only other soul was dead; no one alive to witness the pleasure he was giving her. Tem could already feel something building within her, and she knew Apollo felt it too. Their bodies were pressed together, the unbreakable expanse of his torso the only thing keeping her steady.
Come for me, Temperance.
Only Caspen had told her to come like that before.
Caspenon would not mind. He would want you to come.
Tem very much doubted that.
Come for me.
She was seconds away. She couldn’t hold out forever.
Now.
Apollo’s teeth nipped her earlobe. With a helpless whimper, Tem came.
Ten seconds. It couldn’t have taken more than ten seconds for Apollo to make her finish. She’d already been out of breath, but now she was gasping for air. Pure, unencumbered relief swept through her, followed quickly by total bliss. Oxygen flooded her lungs as the pressure between her legs fell away. She felt so much better, her body suddenly limp in Apollo’s arms.
But Apollo was just getting started.
He pulled away, trailing his dripping fingers up his cock until they were wrapped around the base. Everything he’d just said to Tem was also true for him, she realized. Apollo needed to come too. His eyes met hers. He gave her a diabolical smile.
Then he began to stroke.
There was no sound other than her wetness around the great length of his cock. Somehow it felt as if Tem were involved- as if by fucking his fist, he were fucking her. She watched him as he touched himself, listening to the slick sound of her own cum as it slid against his skin. It felt like she shouldn’t be seeing this. But she had to look. Otherwise she wouldn’t see Apollo, in all his glory, looking back at her. He alternated between watching his cock and watching her, staring at her with such self-satisfied lust that Tem nearly wanted to slap him. But she’d done that once already, and he’d liked it. The only thing left to do was to allow this to happen-to experience his hand pumping up and down his cock to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Tem was sorely tempted to join in-to touch herself at the same time. But that felt wrong somehow, as if it were an imitation of what they’d done in the banquet hall. Tem had no desire to replace that memory with this one. This was a new memory. And a good one.
For as intrusive as Apollo usually was in her mind, he was surprisingly silent now. Perhaps that was normal for him; perhaps the imminence of orgasm was the only thing that truly shut him up. It was good information to know, and Tem filed it away for later use.
She decided to fill the silence: Look how hard I make you, Apollo.
His eyes darted to his cock, which was rigid in his hand. His mouth twitched, but he didn’t reply. Almost as if to dare her to say more. Tem was happy to do so.
Do you like me like this? Wide open for you?
Still no reply. His strokes sped up.
Is this what you look like when you’re alone, Apollo? Is this how you touch yourself at night, when you think of me?
Still no reply. His eyes were boring into hers, his irises completely consumed by blackness. It was like staring straight down into a bottomless well. Tem trailed her fingers lazily up her stomach, brushing them over her breasts. Apollo growled at the sight, the noise so purely animalistic, Tem immediately got chills.
You want to fuck me so badly. But I won’t let you, will I?
It felt immeasurably good to tease him. He was always teasing her, always making her feel slightly out of step. It was a rush she’d never been able to return until now.
What do you want to do to me, Apollo?
It was time for him to be vulnerable, to reveal a part of himself to her the way she’d done so many times for him. She wanted reciprocity. And she was done waiting.
Tell me, Apollo. Tell me what you want to do to me.
He was still stroking his cock, still looking her right in the eye as he said, I want to fuck you.
I know that already. What else?
I want to fuck you while my brother watches.
They were approaching the truth of the matter now. It had never been about Tem. It was about power. Apollo wanted to prove something to Caspen, and possibly to himself.