I hadn’t seen Apollo with his shirt off since I was sixteen. That was also the summer I fell helplessly in love with him. Before he even noticed me. “Do you remember that summer we spent at the lake?” I asked as his hands went to the button of his pants.
“You mean the summer I started having inappropriate thoughts about a sixteen-year-old?” Apollo smirked.
“You weren’t the only one with inappropriate thoughts that summer.” Every night I’d gone to bed, dreaming of Apollo and hoping he would notice me. It was crazy to know now that he was seeing me differently then than I thought he did.
“Just added going to that cabin for the summer and doing everything I wanted to do to you back then.” Apollo toed off his shoes and pulled his pants down his legs.
“I think I should probably write down everything we keep adding to our list,” I laughed. It was getting longer by the second, and I wanted to make sure we didn’t miss anything.
“It’s all up here, sweet Greer,” Apollo said as he tapped a finger to the side of his head. “I’ve been making a list for the past eleven years.”
“You mean there’s more to the list than the things we’ve said tonight?” I wondered what else Apollo had on the magical list of naughty things.
“Tons, Greer.” Apollo nodded over my shoulder. “It looks like you won’t miss those fireworks after all.”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw the sky was lit up with huge sprays of gold, green, and purple fireworks. “Wow,” I gasped. Apollo’s hotel room was so high that it felt like I could reach out the window and touch the fireworks.
Apollo spun me around, so I was facing the window, and he wrapped his arms around me. “Happy New Year, sweet Greer,” he whispered in my ear. His hands traveled over my body, distracting me from the fireworks. “They say who you start the new year with is who you’ll end the year with.”
“Really, is that what they say?” I leaned my head back on Apollo’s shoulder and enjoyed being in his arms. I had wanted this for so long, and I was finally getting it.
“It’s what I hear,” he murmured. “As much as I like watching the fireworks with you, we’re going to have to move this to the bed, or I’m going to have to fuck you against the window.”
“The bed sounds nice,” I sighed as Apollo rained kisses down the side of my neck. “But anywhere with you sounds nice. It might be amazing to have you and be able to watch the fireworks at the same time.”
Apollo growled and spun me back around to face him. “You’re definitely going to be good for my ego, Greer.”
“I don’t know if that’s going to be a good thing,” I laughed. “You and your ego can barely fit in the room the way it is. I might need to bring you down a few notches.” I was in love with Apollo, but that didn’t mean I was blind to everything he was. He was cocky and full of himself, and at times was a bit too much. But that was Apollo. That was what I loved.
“I’d like to see you try,” he said as he shook his head. “Except you can try tomorrow. Tonight you can stroke my ego all you want.”
“I’m sure that isn’t the only thing you’d like me to stroke tonight.” I trailed my hand down his chiseled chest and grabbed his cock through his silk boxers. “I always pinned you for being a boxer man.”
“So you’ve thought about me in my underwear before?” he smirked.
I stroked his long, hard cock, and quirked my eyebrow. “For about two seconds, and then I imagine you taking them off.”
“Well, it’s time to put your imagination to rest.”
I squeaked as Apollo grabbed my ass, lifted, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He strode over to the bed, tossed me down on it, and stepped back.
His hands went to the waistband of his boxers.
“Wait!” I shouted, holding up my hand. I pushed my hair out of my face and rested back on my elbows. “I’m ready now.” I needed my full attention on Apollo. Nothing was going to distract me from this.
Apollo shook his head and yanked down his boxers. “Enjoying the show, sweet Greer?”
I dumbly nodded my head, rendered speechless by the sight in front of me.
Apollo Banachi had always been an enigma to me, but now, seeing him in front of me, he was a god. My jaw had dropped open, and all I could do was stare. From the floor up, he was the epitome of perfection. My eyes scrambled to look at him all at once.
His legs were muscled and powerful with his wide stance, and his long, thick cock hung between his thighs.
“Wow.”
Apollo stroked his cock and nodded at me. “Bra and panties off, now,” he ordered.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The man I’d dreamed about forever was now standing in front of me, and I was paralyzed. Apollo shook his head and stalked to the bed. He reached out, grabbed me by the ankle, and pulled me down the bed. “You’re not listening, Greer,” he growled. He hooked his thumbs in the waist of my panties and tugged them down my legs. “You don’t want to know what happens when people don’t listen to me,” he warned.
“Are the people who don’t listen to you normally naked when you have to threaten them?” I giggled.
“No. I’d rather not see my associates naked.” He climbed up the bed, covering me with his body. “You’re the only one I want to see naked, Greer.” He grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head. I arched my back, eager to touch his body, and groaned when he moved away from me. “Your punishment might be a bit different than theirs.”
“Punishment?” I asked as I swallowed hard. That word should have scared me, but all it did was excite me.
Apollo looked into my eyes, and I knew that we were about to enter a whole new territory for me. “You’ve known me forever, Greer. You have to know that I’m a man who gets what he wants, right?”
I nodded my head. Only a fool wouldn’t know that.
“Why didn’t you take off your panties when I told you to?” he asked.
“I… I…” I stammered. I was pretty much dumbstruck.
“It’s time for you to learn what kind of man I really am.” He let go of my wrists, but I kept them over my head because I felt that if I moved them, I would find out even more what kind of punishment he had in mind. He pulled the cups of my bra down, and he lowered his head over my breast. “No touching me,” he ordered, “and you don’t move unless I tell you to.”
My body shivered at his words, and I knew the kind of punishment he had in mind was going to be the delicious kind. “Apollo, please,” I begged as his mouth hovered over my breast. His breath caressed my skin like a light tease, making me ask for more. “Let me move,” I pleaded.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Move, and this becomes an entirely different kind of punishment. The kind that ends with you over my knee.” I knew his words weren’t an empty threat.
“I think that should be added to the list,” I whispered.
“It’s been there,” he growled.
“I think we’re going to be in bed for days trying to finish everything on that list,” I whispered. Apollo and I weren’t going to surface from this room for a very long time.