I Slept With a God

Chapter 3

The night continued on much better than the evening. Courtney and Apollo did well to distract me from thoughts of my ex-boyfriend. They also did well, however, to get me completely drunk. I was hardly conscious by the time the bar was closing. Apollo and Courtney were both supporting me out, Apollo inviting us over to his place to let the party continue. I, of course, was in no condition to drive home and agreed. Courtney came as well, wanting to make sure I would be okay.

Making it to Apollo's place was all a blur to me, the next thing I remembered being waking up on a cool, leather couch in an unfamiliar place. My head was pounding and my lips felt super dry. I slowly sat up, a soft groan escaping my lips as my brain felt like it was ricocheting across my head. I heard a couple footsteps before a man came around the corner in a dark red robe, holding a glass of water. "Drink this, your hangover will go away." Although I didn't recognize him at first, the idea of my hangover disappearing drew me in and I took the glass, gulping it down.

Only seconds later, my hangover really did clear. I look at the man in surprise, recognition now crossing my mind. It was Apollo, and I had followed him home. Not only that, but he was wearing a bathroom, presumably with nothing underneath. My eyes widen in shock as I quickly stand up, glancing down at my own outfit. I relaxed, seeing I was still in the gold, sequin dress from the previous night. "Sorry for crashing here." I stand up, looking around his house now.

It seemed he lived in a penthouse, and in front of me was a huge wall made of glass, looking out over the city lights. "It's alright, I don't mind having pretty girls crash on my couch." He smirks, placing an arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. "Although usually there's a lot more action first," His voice lowers into a seductive draw, his eyes dropping to my lips as he free hand takes the empty glass from me.

I'm still not entirely sure what compelled me to do it, but the next thing I knew my lips were pressed to his, my hands lifting to grab the edges of his bathroom, tugging him even closer. We stood there for a few seconds, lips meeting in a battle of hunger and need. He tosses the glass behind him, and although I didn't hear it shatter or hit the floor, the confusion left my mind quickly as he grabbed my thighs, hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his waist. His lips dropped from mine, quickly making their way to my neck as he walked a few steps forward, my back hitting the couch.

A soft moan escapes my lips as his teeth find a spot on my neck I hadn't known to exist before. He nips at me in a way that immediately causes heat to rush down my body, suddenly feeling a need to be closer to him. I throw my head back in a gasp as his hands run up my legs, beneath my dress to squeeze my butt, then kneading it in a way that made me feel like I was his, even if that wasn't entirely right.

My hands were still tightly clinging to his bathroom, but I didn't want to just be a doll, letting him do whatever he wanted to me, so I let go and lowered them, pulling at the tie as his robe fell open. He pulls his lips away from my neck and back up to my lips, locking them together again as his hands started to move up higher, pushing my dress up to my breasts. His fingers move down to start tugging on the sides of my underwear, but not removing them yet.

"I'm going to take you right here, babygirl, and you're never going to forget it." His words hit me harder than the kisses to my throat. My thighs clenched together as all I could think about now was release. I was practically panting for him in a way I had never done before. I opened my lips to reply when I felt his tongue on my stomach, just above my underwear. A large gasp escapes my lips, followed quickly by a loud moan as he kisses my clothed core. My hands immediately dart to his hair, tangling in it as my hips buck closer to him.

He gives out a chuckle, kissing again before sitting back on his ankles, my hands slipping from his hair quickly. I stare at him with complete, carnal desire as he finishes removing his robe. His abs were chiseled like a statue, skin flawless in every form of the word. This man seemed perfect in every way, and here he was, being with me over anyone else.

He leans over me again, taking my hands and pressing them lightly to his chest. I immediately start roaming them across it, feeling every line and crease, becoming more turned on by the second. His lips move down to reach mine again, and I don't hesitate to kiss back with everything I have.

His hands move to my waist, sliding up to push my dress up further. I reluctantly pull my hands from his skin, sitting up slightly as he pulls my dress over my head. His hands make quick work of my bra next, tossing it on the floor next to us. His lips are back on mine right away, hands pushing me back down to the couch. I grab his hips, pulling him down towards me as I grind against him. A soft groan escapes his lips before his hands move, pinning my hips down to the bed.

"Beg for me, baby." He murmurs, still kissing me fervently. A soft whine escapes my lips, but I don't beg.

He pulls his lips away and I lean forward to try to keep them connected. He smirks, tightening his grip on my hips. "Come on, little lady. I know you want this, tell me how much you want it."

My face was flushed and my mind was hazy from the desire, but I was not going to beg. I glared at him, grabbing his wrists and trying to push him off of me, but he only laughed. He let me push his hands away at first, but then his fingers find my wrists and in a flash, my hands are pinned above my head against the armrest of the couch. I struggle at first, "Hey," I object, but that only makes his grin widen.

He holds my arms in one hand, his other moving to my lower regions, pressing against me. I immediately let out a loud groan, throwing my head back and bucking my hips again. He pulls his hand way as I move and I sigh in frustration. "Come on, babygirl. I know you want it." I open my eyes to glare at him, but then his hand slips below my underwear, starting to please me.

"f**k," I whimper, bucking my hips again. He immediately stops moving his hands again, however. I groan, but close my eyes and give him what he wants. "Please," I speak softly.

He grins, fingers now moving again. "There you go, pretty girl. Beg for me a little more." His hand starts to slow down and I start begging him.

"Please, don't stop. Please," He laughs and goes for a bit longer. I can feel myself growing close to release, but then he pulls both of his hands away. I dart my eyes open, a low groan leaving my lips at the loss of contact. But all I see is his grinning face looking down at me, seeming entirely pleased. His hand move to pull down my underwear, now leaving me entirely bare beneath him.

"Say my name," his hands run across my thighs, my stomach, my breasts. His lips drop to brush against mine, then moving down to my neck again.

He finds that spot that sent me wild last time, and I can't help myself, "Apollo, please," I groan out, thrusting my hips upwards again. I'm not sure when he got positioned right, but then next thing I knew he was slamming into me in the roughest, but best s*x of my life.

He was right, this would not be a night I would ever forget.