Prom King by Alexa Riley
Chapter Fourteen
Celeste
Icuddle in closer to Apollo, never wanting to get out of this bed. How am I ever going to be able to sleep alone again when I know I can have this? I close my eyes, savoring this moment. He loves me. The only other person that’s ever said those words to me is my mom. With how much we move around, there is never time to make a connection with anyone.
With Apollo it’s different. We don’t need all the time in the world to know this is something special. We’ve connected on a deeper level, and we both feel it. I’ve been so worried that he might end up hurting me somehow, and because we come from two different worlds it could never work between us. That doesn't matter anymore. It’s too late, because I’ve already fallen for him. There’s no protecting my heart at this point, because he holds it in his hands.
He’s never treated anyone else this way before, and it gives me hope that this is forever. I know we’re young, but I want this so badly. To be in love and put down roots. To belong not only somewhere but to someone.
I turn my head and kiss his bare chest. My sex is still tender, but after we made love the second time, Apollo let me soak in his giant tub while he went to get us some snacks. When I got out, he toweled me off and made me put clothes on so he wouldn't be tempted to take me again. He wanted to give me time to heal, and I smile thinking about how the clothes were no help. I’d all but begged him to take me the third time. I didn’t care if I was sore, because it was so worth it. Tonight was perfect, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Still, somewhere in the back of my mind, Shy’s words whisper. I didn’t bring it up to Apollo yet because now isn’t the time, and the guy is likely full of shit. The Crew family is perfect—what kind of scary skeletons could they actually have in their closet?
Then again, with the mixed emotions I’m getting from Crew’s father, he might cause waves for us. I hate the idea of coming between Apollo and him. It makes me wonder if it’s me or if he would have been this way with any girl Apollo dated. After tonight, I’m a hundred percent positive I’m the only girl that he’s dated, so this hasn't come up before.
Thinking about someone or something coming between us has me sliding all the way on top of Apollo and straddling him. I bury my face in his neck and suck in a deep breath and inhale his scent. It gives me warmth and comforts me. He always smells like the fresh air. His arms stay wrapped around me the whole time I move around, never letting me go. When I settle in on his chest, his hold tightens.
“I swear you’re trying to kill me.” His cock jerks against me, and I smile. I don’t think his cock has gone down since we entered his bedroom. I wiggle on top of him, and his hold tightens even more, which I didn’t think was possible. “We can’t do it again, beautiful. I don’t want to hurt you.” I feel his hands move to my ass. “You want me to eat your pussy?”
Heat rushes my face. Gah, I love when he talks filthy. I think it’s because when you see Apollo, you couldn’t imagine him talking about all the dirty things that he does to me.
“What if I want to taste you?” I kiss his neck softly before I suck on him there.
“You don’t have to do that just because I’m hard. I’m content just like this.” He’s always the good guy.
“I want to do it. Are you going to tell me no?” His chest rises with his deep inhale and then falls.
“No, my cock is all yours.” His arms fall on either side of us in invitation.
I lick and suck his neck more before I start to trail my mouth down farther. When I get to his nipple, I circle it with my tongue then bite down, wondering if men have the same sensation there as women. He groans, letting me know he enjoys it, so I do it to the other nipple. After that I keep licking lower and lower until I get to his cock.
“I can’t believe this fits inside of me.” I wrap my hand around the base, feeling the hard silk. His hips jerk upwards, and a bead of cum slips out.
“You’re good for my ego, Celeste.”
I lick my lips, knowing it’s going to be a struggle to get all of him into my mouth, if it’s even possible. It’s not going to stop me from trying. Apollo has shown me so much pleasure, I want to give him the same.
“I’m not sure what I’m doing so—”
He cuts me off. “There is nothing you can do that I won't enjoy. I can promise you that.”
Leaning down, I use my tongue to swipe over the head of his cock. When I get my first taste of his cum, he lets out a low groan. The sounds he makes spur me on, and I do it again. This time I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, taking it bit by bit. I’m working myself farther down onto him, and I hear his sounds of encouragement.
“Celeste,” he moans loudly. “Fuck, beautiful.”
I relax my throat and take him all the way to the back. Cum leaks from his cock, and I greedily suck down every drop, loving that I can give him this pleasure. I wiggle my hips as my clit starts to throb with need.
“Are you getting worked up sucking my cock?” I moan a yes around his length as I take him all the way to the back of my throat again. “Shit,” Apollo hisses as his fingers tangle in my hair. “I’m gonna cum, babe. Pull back.”
I don’t go anywhere. In fact, I hollow my cheeks and suck as hard as I can. He shouts my name as he spills inside of my mouth. I don’t stop drinking him down until he reaches for me, pulling me up his body.
He shifts, pinning me under him, his mouth coming down on mine for a long, sweet kiss. “I’m so happy we both waited for each other. You're the only one for me. Ever.”
“Me too.” I pull him back down for another kiss and wrap my legs around him.
“Let me take care of you. Your pussy is dripping. I think you loved sucking me off.” I nod in agreement. I did enjoy it way more than I thought I would.
“I loved it, and I love you,” I say, finally uttering those words for the first time.
“I love you too, beautiful.”
He kisses me again, but then suddenly stops. His head turns toward the door, and then I hear it too. Someone is talking outside his bedroom.
“I need clothes.” I push at Apollo’s chest, but he doesn't move. “Apollo.”
“Fine,” he groans, rolling off of me. I go in search of the clothes he gave me when I got out of the bath. I find them all on the floor next to the bed and hurry to put them on. “It’s just my dad.”
“Should I hide in the closet or something?” I’m beginning to panic.
“Celeste, I’m not hiding you.” He gives me a look like I’ve lost my mind. He steps close to the door, listening to whatever is being said. I tiptoe over and do the same.
“Oh my god, it’s my mom,” I mouth, recognizing her voice instantly. Apollo nods his head.
“Don’t play stupid, Anna. You’re far from it,” Mr. Crew says. “I’m not stupid either. I know who you are.”
Apollo looks confused.
“Good for you, Rory. Did you learn anything interesting?” Mom almost sounds bored, but I know she’s hesitant. Her tone is off.
“Besides the fact that you and Celeste are con artists? The Binx girls go across the country robbing fools and cheating men?”
“You’re one of those fools, Rory.”
Apollo’s face goes pale, and then it hardens as his eyes stay locked with mine. “Is that true?” he asks, not hiding that we’re snooping anymore. My mom and his dad have to hear us if we can hear them.
“Kind of?” I’ve never really been a part of my mom's games, but I knew when they were happening.
“You knew your mom was working my father over?” he asks, his eyes sharpening, and I nod.
“It’s not what you think,” I rush to explain, but he’s not having it.
He puts his hand up to stop me from telling him more, then runs his hand through his hair. He turns away from me, and the sight of him giving me his back burns. My stomach tightens as dread builds inside of me.
“This is all a con?” he mutters before he spins back around. “Are you even on birth control? Is that what this is? You’re trying to trap me.”
I gasp, feeling like he might as well have slapped me. I’m so shocked by his question I don’t answer him, and he stares at me for a long moment, waiting for my answer.
“Fuck you.” I finally get out when I can form words. Words I don’t think I’ve never said to anyone in my entire life.
“I’m pretty sure you fucked me,” he spits, and before I know what’s happening my hand is in motion.
The slap is loud in the large room, and my palm instantly stings.
“Celeste,” my mom calls, and the door shakes as she tries to open it.
“Leave us alone,” Apollo shouts, his cheek blooming red.
“Oh, I’m definitely going to leave you alone,” I hiss, grabbing the handle of the door so the lock pops.
The door swings open, and my mom steps into the room. She’s all dolled up, but her dress is wrinkled like she’s been rolling around in it. Mom never crossed that line when it came to a con.
“Can we leave?” I blurt out quickly.
“Yes,” my mom says as both of the Crew men say “No.”
Why the hell would they want us to stay? Oh god, they’re going to call the cops. I need to get out of here now. I rush over back to the side of the bed and find my small handbag.
“We’re not done,” Apollo says as he steps in front of me.
“We’re more than done.” I fight back the tears.
I push past him to make my escape, and my mom grabs my hand. Rory looks as though he’s going to do the same as he and Apollo step in front of us, but Mom turns her glare on him, and he backs away.
“This isn't over,” he tells her, running his hand through his hair. I glance back at the two of them, and at this moment they look so much alike.
“You’re right,” my mom says, her voice dripping with anger. “I’m taking your car, and you can pick it up tomorrow. Then it will be over.” She says it dismissively, but I swear I see some other emotion cross her face before she hides it. The only reason I even caught it is because I know her better than anyone else.
“Celeste, can you just wait a fucking second?” Apollo says, sounding panicked now. He probably wants to talk about the morning-after pill or something. I hadn't lied. I’m on birth control, but I’m not going to stand here and defend myself.
Mom is already pulling me along, and I glance back over my shoulder to see Rory keeping Apollo from chasing after me. What’s the point? So he can hurl more insults my way? I don’t think I could bear it. Each one was a punch to my heart. Had he not felt what we had? How can he question this? I swipe away the tears as I get into the car.
“I’m so sorry, honey,” Mom says as we pull down the long driveway.
“It doesn't matter. I got to see his true colors,” I sniffle.
She reaches over and takes my hand again, reminding me that it’s always her and me against the world.
I should have known better. I could never be a part of Apollo’s world. At least now I don’t want to be.
PLEASE DON’T MURDER US!
Their Happily Ever After is coming September 3rd…
