Taking Back Beautiful (8 page)

“That’s because you’re not named Stanley,” he chuckles.

I nod thoughtfully, “Good point.”

Apollo leans his head down and cradles the cat higher. Stink Foot, who I will call Stanley for my own sanity, stretches his neck up and kisses his nose against the tip of Apollo’s nose several times.
Beep, beep, beep.

“Awww,” I croon. “That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. But is it okay if I call him Stanley?”

“You can try, but he might not like it.”

I smirk, “I’m willing to take that risk.”

“Wanna hold him while I make dinner?”

“Oh! Sure.”

Apollo hands him over.

I cradle him in my arms and he relaxes into me. “You don’t mind if I call you Stanley, do you?” He purrs even more vigorously than he was with Apollo. “See? He likes Stanley just fine.”

“He’s just flirting with you.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No. He knows hot pussy when he sees it.”

I laugh, “You are incorrigible.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“By who? Your countless ex-girlfriends?” On several occasions when we’ve gone out to dinner, we’ve bumped into different women he used to date. All of them are model hot. It still boggles my mind he’s with me.

He smiles, “No. My mom.”

“Is that true?” I demand.

“Yup. She said it all the time when I was a kid. Still says it.”

How does he
always
manage to say the perfect thing?

I am falling for this man so fast it scares me.

#b#b#b#

DAPHNE

“Dinner is served,” Apollo says, setting two plates down on the coffee table in front of me.

“What are we eating?”

“Southwestern quinoa salad with red beans and red bell peppers, garnished with lime. The chicken is grilled, free-range, and hormone free. Avocado on the side.”

“Wait, you made this while we’ve been talking?”

“The quinoa was cooked this morning. But yeah, I grilled the chicken fresh just now.”

We start eating. “Wow, Apollo. This is incredible.”

“And incredibly good for you.”

“Where did you learn to cook like this?”

“The internet. Believe me, my mom didn’t cook like this when I was growing up. But I just experimented with healthy stuff and figured out what I liked.”

“Do you always eat like this?”

“Every night.”

“Wow, will you be my own personal chef?” I joke.

“Yup. If you want.” His sunshine eyes melt my heart.

I stare at him, speechless.

“What?” he chuckles.

“I—”
love you
. “Nothing. And don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s gross.”

He snorts while chewing.

We talk about anything and everything while we eat. To my surprise, Apollo knows far more about Harry Potter than I do, and I’ve read all the books. Twice. He’s a secret nerd and it’s the cutest thing ever. Being here with him is like hanging out with my best friend after school or something. My best friend with an incredible body and a hot hard cock, that is. Not that I’ve ever actually seen it. But I’ve felt it’s heat and it’s girth.

He stands up and takes my empty plate.

“Do we get dessert?” I ask.

He smirks, “I’m dessert.” He rinses the dishes in the sink.

Once again, I’m speechless on the couch.

When he returns, he dims the lights in the living room until it’s a low glow.

He sits in the easy chair facing the couch.

Surprised, I ask, “Why are you sitting over there?”

“I believe that when a woman says no, she means no. But I’m one of those guys who never asks permission for anything. I do whatever I want. Rules and boundaries drive me up the fucking wall.” He starts unbuckling his belt.

I cringe. “What are you doing?”

“What I want.” He unbuttons his jeans.

“But I…”

“You can leave. You don’t have to watch.”

I’m glued to my seat. I’m not going anywhere. This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life. I think. Because this isn’t how I ever imagined things would go my first time. Isn’t there supposed to be a bed of rose petals in the forest? Surrounded by rainbows and unicorns? Maybe not. “Ummm, watch what?” I ask it just in case I’m totally misreading this bizarre situation.

“Watch me,” he smirks and half stands up so he can push his jeans down. And his boxers. His huge cock pops out.

Hello!
I want to jump right on it. But I’m afraid to move. I wish one of those unicorns was here so it could say,
It’s okay, Daphne. I’ve got your back if anything goes wrong. I’ve also got a horn on my forehead if things don’t work out with—
I shake my head. Stay focused. There is a loaded dick on the premises. A real dick. And it’s pointing at the ceiling like a rocket launcher ready to blast off.

Apollo slumps into the easy chair and spits onto his hand before curling his slick palm around the throbbing head of his massive erection. His cock pulses every time he runs his fist down to the base.

This is easily the raunchiest and hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I can’t look away.

His eyes narrow. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since you walked through my front door tonight. But I’m polite.”
Stroke
.

I shiver.
Don’t be polite
.

“I believe a woman should be given the opportunity to make up her own mind.”
Stroke. Stroke.

Make up my mind for me because I’m stuck where I sit
!

“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to do something about it.”
Stroke
. “I believe in clear communication.”
Stroke
. “I believe in making my intentions obvious.”
Stroke
. “So you know exactly where I stand.” His cock is standing at full attention.

Unfortunately for me, I’ve lost the power of speech and have no way to communicate. Where did my words go?

“When the time is right, when we’ve agreed that I’m going to throw you up against the wall and fuck you until you scream, I will do exactly that. Until we have that conversation, I’m not going to make a move. Out of respect.”

Let’s have that conversation right now!

“Until that time, you’ll just have to watch.” He continues stroking himself. “I bet you’re soaking wet right now.”

Yep.

“I bet you want to touch yourself.”

Yep.

“All you have to do is pull up that sexy dress of yours and let your fingers go to town.”

Yes, I’ve been wearing nothing but dresses ever since he threw me up against the wall at ReaXion, hoping for a moment like this.

Too bad I’m frozen in place.

“If it was me,” he chuckles, “I’d hike that dress up to your waist, tear your panties off with my teeth, and run my tongue all over that wet pussy of yours. I’d make you come so hard you’d think you’d pulled every muscle in your body.”

I am dying with desire right now. I want to masturbate
so
badly
.
But I don’t. I just squeeze my knees together like a good girl and shove my fists in my lap. It offers no relief.

“And then? When you’re drenched and breathless, I’d ease my cock inside you.”
Stroke
. “This cock. It would be tight at first, because you’ve never had a cock this big.”

I’ve never had any cock.

“But you’d get used to it. Then you’d get addicted.”
Stroke, stroke, stroke
. “You would want me to fuck you day and night for the rest of your life.”
Stroke
. “Fucking…”
Stroke
. “Me and you…”
Stroke.
“Fucking like wild animals.”
Stroke, stroke, stroke.

I’m wild all right. And I’ve got the furry kitty to prove it. I’m sure it’s rabid, based on how it’s driving me crazy with lust. And it’s probably frothing at the vagina, based on how wet it feels against my panties.

I squeeze my thighs together as hard as I can and whimper.

“That’s what I want to hear,” he mutters.

I bury my fists deep in my crotch, seeking relief.

“Go crazy, babe.”

No one has ever called me babe, and it’s easily the sexiest word in the English language. A shiver runs through me. No, that was an orgasm. A small one. But an orgasm nonetheless. And I’m not even really touching myself.

I have never been more turned on in my entire life.

And I’m going to do something about it.

I launch myself from the couch and stumble to the floor right between his thighs. On my knees. I rest my hands on his, mesmerized. He pumps himself up and down. His cock is inches away from my face. If I wanted to, I could easily lick it. But I can’t move because I’m hypnotized by his massive cock and just beyond it, his golden sunshine eyes, which are now burning into my soul.

“You want this, don’t you, Daphne?”

Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes—

“You want my cock deep inside you. You want my cum deep inside you.”

Uuuuuhhhhhhhh…

“You want…” his face cinches up with intense ecstasy. “This…” he strains. His cock strains too, the dark head beating with heat as it swells. His back arches, his head falls against the easy chair cushions, and he grunts.

Cum fires straight up.

Again and again.

Again.

And again.

I squeeze my thighs together and they vibrate as I desperately will myself to orgasm. But nothing happens.

Slowly, he tips his head forward, his eyes hooded but still burning bright through thin slits. He’s breathing hard, slow and steady. “What do you want, Daphne?”

Cellos.

The sound of cellos.

I whisper, “I want… you.”

“What do you want from me, Daphne?”

Staring into his golden eyes, I take a deep slow breath before one quivering word escapes me:

“Everything.”

His sunshine smile lights up the universe, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Chapter 12

DAPHNE

We crash onto his bed.

My thighs are wrapped around his ass.

His jeans are around his ankles with his boxers.

His hard cock is jammed between my legs, thrusting against my damp panties.

We kiss hard.

Lips, tongues, teeth, biting.

It drives me wild.

He grunts, “Fucking pants.” He spins to sitting and kicks his boots and socks and jeans and boxers right off. Then he spins back and yanks my panties off. His face dives between my legs.

“Oh my God!” I shout the second his tongue touches me.

He doesn’t stop.

I come instantly.

He does not stop.

I fall over the edge of a mile high orgasm. It takes forever until I hit the ground.

When he comes up for air, his face shines. “Fuck you taste good.”

“It’s not too furry?” I giggle nervously. I don’t even trim. Why would I? This has never happened before.

“I fucking love it.” His face dives in again and his big arms snake up to my chest, squeezing my boobs through my dress.

I come two more times before he takes a break.

“We need to get you out of that dress.” He kneels between my legs. His cock points at me like a gun. “I’m going to fuck you silly.”

I laugh weakly, exhausted from all the orgasms. “I’m already silly.”

“I’m just getting started.”

He helps me pull my dress over my head. He’s gentle compared to a moment ago. “Don’t want to ruin this,” he says. “I think it’s my favorite dress of yours.”

“It’s the blue color block one I wore on our first date.”

He smiles tenderly, “I remember. You’re stunning in it.” He sets it on his dresser, folded.

“You fold your clothes?”

“Don’t you?”

“You’re perfect.”

“I know,” he grins.

“Didn’t your mom ever teach you humility?”

“No, but she taught me how to fold clothes. And treat women with respect.”

“That’ll work.” I was so distracted by the clothes folding, I forgot that he’s never seen me this naked. I cross my arms across my bra. It’s the only piece of clothing I have left. I’m afraid to take it off.

“What are you doing?”

I shrug, suddenly shy.

“Take your bra off. I’ve been dying to see those babies since the day we met.”

I’m a deer in headlights.

“Come on, Daph. I’m a boob man. Quit teasing me already. Take that bra off or I’m tearing it off.”

It’s now or never. I reach behind my back. I’m afraid of what he’s going to say. I unhook the clasp. I shrug my shoulders. The cups fall away and…

His sunshine smile brightens the entire room. “Fuck, babe. Those are fucking perfect!” He practically tackles me on the bed and starts sucking one nipple while pinching the other.

I’m giggling the whole time.

His tongue is all over me. So are his hands. Mine are all over him, especially on his perfect washboard abs. But all of him is so damn hard. Every inch of him. All those muscles. I’m the opposite. Well, my muscles are under a layer of padding. Somehow, we’re a perfect fit. Hard against soft. Opposites attract and all that.

The next thing I know, his muscled arms are planted on either side of my head and he stares down at me.

His hot hard cock lays against my wet folds.

“What are we doing, Apollo?” I whisper.

He stares at me.

“I don’t have any condoms,” I mutter. “Do you?”

His slow smile burns into me. He slides his hot cock slowly back and forth against my wetness.

“Do you have any condoms? I’m not on the pill.”

He shakes his head, drilling me with his eyes.

“Then we can’t have sex.”

“Why not?” He’s teasing me.

I frown. “You know why.”

“Why?”

“Because of babies, dummy!”

“What if I want babies?”

“You don’t want babies! We’ve only known each other for a few months!”

“That’s long enough to know I love you, Daphne Armstrong. And that I want babies. With you.”

“What! Don’t be silly!”

“I’m dead serious.” His words are dark and determined.

So is his stroking cock. It’s driving me crazy with lust and something else that starts with L. “We can’t, Apollo.” I’m starting to get scared and you can hear it in my voice. “Wait. You just called me Daphne
Armstrong
, didn’t you?”

His sunrise smile rises and lights up my life. “I love you, Daphne. I really do.” Cellos. The sound of cellos. “You wouldn’t know this, but me and you have the same easy thing my parents had. That best friend thing. I’ve never had that with anybody. But I do with you. It’s fucking unreal. I’m more turned on right now than I’ve ever been with anybody. And I’ve been with a lot of nobodies. This isn’t puppy love, Daph. This is the real deal. I want a family. I’m halfway to dead. I can’t keep waiting and waiting. You know why?”