Page 53 of Slick Handling

“Careful, cherub. You’re making me lose control.”

“What does that mean?” I can’t help but ask. My whisper is so close to his lips, that when I talk it feels like we could be kissing.

With one hand holding me, he gently shifts his seat back, giving us more room to work with.

“It means that something about you makes me lose control. I’m seconds away from kissing you and I haven’t even taken you on a date yet. I want to do this right, Clover.” His nose runs over mine on one side and then down on the other.

Back and forth. Slow and gentle little brushes of our noses. It feels so good and makes me want to feel his lips against mine.

“Griffin kissed me.”

“Don’t remind me.” Apollo moves so our cheeks are brushing, “I love that it was one of my pack that got your first kiss but, I can’t lie. I wish it was me that got your first kiss.” His teeth nip at my ear and a whine leaves my lips.

I feel wet, slippery fluid at the apex of my thighs. A groan leaves Apollo’s mouth.

“I can smell your slick, Clover. It makes me want you even more.”

I know what slick is. Not only from the Omega’s in my old dorm but, when I had my heat spikes sometimes I’d get an ache between my legs. The slick would be there, ready to welcome someone inside of me.

Maybe I didn’t know everything but I knew a few things about sex and being an Omega.

“Apollo, can you be my second kiss? I think I would like that a lot.” His forehead falls against mine, the warmth of his breath tickling my lips.

Being this close to him feels so good. It feels safe and sensual. My heart is beating rapidly. I’m not scared. I’m excited to be sharing this moment. Excited that I know it’s going to happen this time.

“You’re sure?”

I nod, licking my lips, because all I can think about is how his lips will feel against mine.

They’re thinner than Griffin’s. The coloring is more of a soft pink. His lips don’t seem as pillowy. I want to know if all kisses feel the same but, I already can feel in my bones that they don’t.

When he slides his mouth over mine, all comparisons stop.

This kiss isn’t quick. It’s not just his lips on mine to quiet me. It’s slow and steady. Apollo’s lips are slightly chapped. His mouth is wider than mine. More of a line instead of a circle. He guides my head gently to the side. As he pulls back, slants his lips against mine again, so they fit together in a way that feels perfect.

A sound leaves him. More slick leaves me.

Our kiss turns open mouthed. The soft bump of his teeth against mine makes me smile. It’s shy and awkward on my end but, on his end, it’s all control and assurance. Guiding me in the kiss so that I feel safe.

The tip of his tongue slips out, swiping the seam of my mouth open. Wet and different. Making my mouth open more and his tongue glides over mine, trying to show me how to kiss him back.

Part of me wants to pull away and ask if I’m doing this right but, the other part of me, is enjoying this too much.

He’s warm and sure. Holding my face in one hand and my back with the other. So gentle and confident in what he is doing and making sure I’m okay with it all.

I’m more than okay with this.

Our heads tilt, our kiss turning deeper as I slide closer so our chests are pressed together. Apollo is forced back in his seat. I like how he smiles at this. The way his lips tilt up against mine feels fun and special.

He’s taking this seriously but, at the same time, making sure that I’m okay with each step.

This is making out.

I know that. I just didn’t know that it was going to be this good. Feel this good.

“Clover, cherub.” His lips kiss mine, his tongue back in his mouth. I want it back in mine. “Are you okay?” I wish he wasn’t so reasonable.

Pulling back, I feel the pout settling on my features.

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