The Monster Within - Book 1

Chapter 20

The next morning, I wake, feeling the warmth of Apollos broad chest against my own. My face rests in the the crook of his neck, allowing me to breath in his scent. A smell that does something to me. Something I don't expect or want. But the feeling lingers there, regardless. It isn't until I try to move away that I feel my bare skin moving against his. Somehow during the night I'd managed to lose my top. But the thought doesn't terrify me like it should, instead it sends a shiver through my body, straight to the apex of my thighs.

He's looks so peaceful when he sleeps. It's nice to just be able to admire his features when he's not being an arsehole or talking to me in cryptic messages. Being up this close allows me the opportunity to see the freckles across his nose and a small scar almost hidden beneath an eyebrow. Things that should be flaws, but on him, make him look even more attractive. It isn't until I feel him shift underneath me that I realised I'd move even closer to his face while I was examining him. His face was just mere inches from mine, allowing me to feel the warmth of his breath fan across my face. 

But I needed to get away from him before he wakes up. I don't want him getting any ideas because I've somehow managed to wake up on top of him half naked. So I pull away, only for his arms to wrap around my body, pulling me even closer against him. 

Then I feel it...

Something poking me in the stomach, expanding and growing between us as I try to wriggle out of his hold. I manage to slip to his side, but he only rolls towards me, not allowing me enough room to escape.

'Apollo?' I say, shaking his shoulder with my hand, frantically trying to wake him.

'Stop. Go back to sleep.' He commands without opening his eyes.

'I can't... You're... You're poking me in the stomach. I can't... I don't...' I mumble, not sure how to finish the sentence without turning beet red.

He reaches between us and for a second my breathing hitches, waiting for something I'm not sure I want. When he moves his cock from my stomach and moves it away, I let out a sigh of relief, before realising it's rest on the top of my thigh, taunting me with its presence. 

'Better?' He growls.

'Not really...' I say as I watch his shapely length twitch under his movement.

'Are you going to suck it?' He says, opening one eye as he looks at me staring at his cock.

'No.' I almost shout, snapping my head up to look at his face.

'Then stop looking at it like that and let me sleep.' He growls, pulling me closer to his body as he nuzzles my hair.

Everything he does has an effect on me. From the way he holds me to the giant dick that's resting on my thigh. I feel a wetness start to spread between my thighs, feeling uncomfortable as it rubs against the denim of my jeans. Jeans I'd somehow manged to sleep in for the entire night.

'Apollo?' I whisper.

'What now?'

'Why did you not pack any of my underwear? You brought everything else, why not underwear?'

'It just gets in the way.'

'But my jeans... They're really uncomfortable.'

'Take them off then.'

I laugh a little at his words, but I don't move.

'It was a command. Not a request.'

'No, its fine. I'll stay like this.' I reply in a small voice.

'NO' He shouts as he gets up from the bed, pushing me down on my back. He brings his hands to the button on my jeans. I try to stop him, but he just pins my hands above my head with one on his. He ignores my screams of protest as he shimmies the jeans down my legs, whilst holding me in place and finally throws them to the ground when they're free in his hand. I lay underneath him, completely exposed and at his mercy as his eyes focus on my sweet spot. He bites his lip before looking away, allowing me to finally breathe. After that he regains his position on the bed, closes his eyes and pulls me against his side, lifting my leg over his waist. He returns to sleep, leaving me laying there in bed with his erection pressed to the outside of my pussy, unable to move. It's torture as the slightest movement causes his cock to rub against the moisture building there. 

I will not let him win. I will never beg for him to fuck me. I will just have to make him suffer as much as he's making me suffer.

I close my eyes and pretend to sleep as I roll my hips up his length, causing it to rub against the inside of my thighs. The tips of his fingers dig into the curve of my back from the movement. I still for just a second until his fingers ease off before pulling my hips back the other way, teasing him. I fill his finger tips dig into my back again, filling me with a sense of satisfaction, knowing I'm getting to him.

'Beg.' His voice booms.

I bring my mouth up to his ear, pressing my breast into his chest as I whisper to him.

'Never.'

'Choke on it then.' He growls back to me.

'No.' I reply with a little confidence.

With that he lets out a growl before pushing my body away from his as he climbs out of bed and marches to the bathroom with his mammoth, hard on bouncing between his legs.

The shower turns on, audible as he left the door wide open. It's then that a wicked idea pops into me head. Something I've never dream of doing back home. But here, with him it feels like a good idea... In theory.

When he enters the shower, I walk into the bathroom. I pretend to ignore him as I watch myself in the mirror, bending over the basin. His eyes burn into the back of my head, making me feel a little smug that I can just as easily effect him as he does to me.

'What are you doing?' He shouts over the streaming water of the shower.

'Nothing...' I say as I turn to face him, leaning back on the countertop. I keep my eyes on his as I push my body up onto the flat surface, feeling the cool counter against my backside. Then I bring my feet up to rest on the edge, playing with him. When his eyes flash black, I dare to continue. I slowly part my legs, allowing him a view all the way down to my most intimate area.

I don't know why I do what I do next, but as soon as I watch his hand move to his dick I move my own hand. Delicately, I trace my fingers from my knee, up my thigh towards my glistening entrance, all while I watch him working himself. As my fingers meet with the soft skin between my legs, I glide my them up and down. His eyes never move from the spot between my legs, watching me as I add more and more pressure, causing my head to tip back as a small moan escapes my lips.

In a flash Apollo is out of the shower, standing between my legs with his hand still on his cock. I look up at him through hooded eyes as I continue to touch myself with him just inches away.

'Beg.' He orders.

'Never.' I repeat as we both touch ourselves.

His hand knocks against mine as we pleasure ourselves with him in my personal space. With every knock I feel myself build more and more. No matter how brief, his touch never fails to send a pulse throughout my body, fuelling my hunger.

I close my eyes, panting as my fingers work in circular motions around my clit. I can feel my body tightening and my core clenching desperate for a release I can almost taste. I was so close, so near my end. But just as I dangle on the edge of the precipice, ready to find my release, Apollo grabs my hand, stopping my euphoria before it's even begun. I scowl at him, so angry and frustrated, only to watch as he release his cum onto my stomach, panting with every spurt that leaves him. He keeps me in place, gripping my wrist until he's finished. Then with a smirk on his lips, he turns and leaves. Leaving me alone on the cold counter top, covered in his hot sticky release. 

I'm left feeling angry and unsatisfied... and wanting more.

He may have one this battle, but he will not win the war.