The moment we saw this, I knew it had to be yours. I can’t wait to see it on you. It will be even more beautiful then.
Love, Apollo.
My stomach does a joyful somersault. I grab my phone from my pocket and dial his number. It goes straight to voicemail, and I realize he’s still working. That’s okay. I will leave a message for him to hear when his workday is done.
“Mon amour, I received your gift. My heart is full. It is thoughtful and generous and incredibly sexy. We will have fun when I wear it for you. I miss you and cannot wait to taste your lips again. Have a good night, lover.”
I hang up, setting the box aside and heading back to finish my work in the kitchen. Okay, Apollo. I see your box of lingerie and raise you a strawberry cream cake.
Game on.
Apollo
Lying in bed that night, I listen to Felix’s message over and over. His voice is like a melody you can never get tired of. You just play it on repeat because it makes you feel so good. It’s too late to call him now. He has to work early so he’s usually in bed, even on a Friday night. Only Saturday does he stay up late. But fuck, I miss him. I want him in bed with me right now, curled up into me, his warm breath on my chest. I want to come home to Felix. I have to tell him this weekend.
For now, I close my eyes, letting the exhaustion from a busy week take hold.
The next day at work, I walk both sides of the shop, making sure everything is clean and ready for the insane number of clients we have booked today. I don’t really need to do this. Our artists are dedicated and committed to a nice working environment, but the control freak in me insists I see it with my own eyes.
I hear the doorbell ring, the one used for clients before or after regular hours, and wonder who it could be. When I get to the front, a smile spreads on my face.
I open the door, pulling Felix inside. “Hi, baby.”
“Bonjour, lover. How are you?”
“So much better now. It’s good to see you.”
“I couldn’t stay away anymore.”
“I’m so glad.”
“You have a few minutes? I want to show you something.”
“Please. Let’s go to my office.”
He follows me, leaning on my desk as I close the door. He’s carrying a small white box he sets down.
“A kiss?” he asks.
“Fuck yeah.” I walk into his arms, devouring his mouth like a starving man given a cheeseburger.
His hands move down my back onto my ass, squeezing hard when he gets there. He hums on my lips, creating that insane vibration in me I’ve only felt from his kiss. Then he pushes me away just slightly, grinning as he sinks to his knees.
“What are you doing, Felix?”
“Ensuring you have a good day, mon chouchou.”
“Oh fuck.”
“I wish, but this will have to do for now.” He unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zipper down. When he gets to my dick, he sighs, a happy smile on his lips. “Oh, how I have missed this. So beautiful. It is like art to me.”
I drag my fingers through his hair. “You are art, Felix.”
He licks the underside of my dick, making it bounce. “I cannot describe what you feel like on my tongue.”
I watch as he swallows my length, his lips wide and stretched as he gets most of me down his throat. I’ve had women complain that it was too difficult to suck me with the piercing, but Felix doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. In fact, he delights in tugging it gently between his teeth, licking at it, letting it bounce on his tongue.
“God, I want to fuck you.”
“You will,” Felix murmurs. “Whenever you wish, Apollo. I am yours. Always, always yours.”
“Always?”
“Forever.”
He winks then sucks me so forcefully I feel lightheaded. I grip his shoulders to steady myself, until he expertly twists us around so I can lean on my desk. I grip the edge, trying to hold myself to the ground while it feels like my body is trying to fly away. Felix seems to suck my soul out of me, working my shaft with his hand, his tongue, his throat, playing with my balls, and driving me absolutely batshit crazy.
“Come for me, Apollo,” he whispers, his lips still on my dick. “I need to taste you. I have been craving you for days.”
“Fuck. So close.”
“Then tonight, I will come to you. In the middle of the night if that is what I need to do to feel you inside of me again. May I come to you?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, baby.” My fingers find his hair, twisting and tightening as he sucks me insane. “Oh fuck. Gonna come.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before the first wave hits, jerking my body forward and my dick further down Felix’s throat. He sucks, drinking down every drop, watching me with his beautiful eyes.
When I slump against the desk, he pulls away, letting my dick leave his mouth with a pop sound.
“Fuck.” I rub my forehead. “You are so good.”
He smiles, rising to his feet. “Merci beaucoup. Also, it was my pleasure.” He leans close, nuzzling and nipping at my jaw. “You are my favorite taste, Apollo. If you could see your face when you come, you would know why it is my joy to bring you to that place. Then I am rewarded by your delicious cum.”
I shake my head. “Delicious cum? Your mouth is filthy for such an angel face.”
“Even the devil was an angel once, no?”
Chuckling, I nod. “Yeah. I’m getting out at nine. Jude says we’re a hard stop tonight. Everyone’s exhausted.”
“Okay.”
“Come over? Stay the night? Wake up with me?”
“Yes, to all that.”
“Awesome.” My eyes shift to the white box. "What’s that?”
“Oh. That is for you to open when I am gone.” He leans in and kisses me again. “Thank you for the gift.”
“Thank you for the message. I listened to it twenty times I think.” I cup his face. “You know you deserve beautiful things, right? You deserve a man who wants to spoil you.”
“Yes, I deserve you. I know this.”
I smile. “I’m making sure I deserve you.”
“Of course you do. You were made for me, Apollo.” He fists the hem of my T-shirt, biting his bottom lip. “Sometimes, I even wonder if you exist because I needed you to. You were created almost forty years ago so that you could be here now for me.” He smiles. “I do not believe in religious ideas. There are too many tragic things in this life that are unkind and cruel and unfair for me to believe in a god that would allow it.” He nods. “But…sometimes, I speak to the universe. Some people call it god.”
I nod, hanging on his every word.
“And I would say, please, universe, please make Apollo see me. Want me. Love me. I would scold myself for such fanciful desires. It made no sense to want such things when I thought you were straight.” He grips my hands, squeezing gently. “But the universe, she listened. She granted the wish and brought you to me. So maybe, these things really exist.”
“Babe, you’re so beautiful. Your heart astounds me. I don’t know about god and the universe or how any of it works, but I know that…” I swallow the lump of emotion in my throat. “I know that you and I are meant for big things together, and whether it was fate or god or some other supernatural power that brought us together, I’m gonna cherish it, nurture it, keep it.”