Page 32 of Arrogance
Chapter 15
Apollo
How could I perform my godly duties with efficiency when Adonis was in the world? We sat at the shrine of Delphi one evening just a few days before Adonis’s return to the Underworld. I sat on one of the stone ledges with my lyre in hand, playing a romantic tune I learned over the years. It set the mood for the two of us. I had ordered the priests and priestesses to leave the shrine for the night. No one was to step foot anywhere near the vicinity, for I wanted complete privacy with Adonis.
The torches all around us were lit tonight, casting a reflection on the limestone that made it seem like the entire walls were on fire. It was a magnificent sight. My inner thighs tingled, stirring up a sensation to my cock. I studied Adonis, who sat on the ground across from me. He held a goblet of wine in his hand, slowly sipping it. Those Aegean blue eyes of his kept their focus on me as he wrapped his gorgeous lips around his cup. It only made me more aroused, wanting those lips of his to be on me.
But I had to refrain from letting my urges get the best of me. I could never allow myself to make love to Adonis here on the Shrine of Delphi. It would be a complete desecration. I would surely lose my place in ruling Delphi. I would be banished from here. My father would likely punish me for such a sordid act. I’ve worked so hard to claim the shrine from my grandmother, Phoebe. I was now the oracular God. The prophetic deity belonged to me. And I had no intention of ever losing it.
As much as I knew that performing any sexual acts here was a terrible idea, my cock was persuading me otherwise. Adonis placed his goblet down on ground and crawled over to me on his knees as I continued to play the lyre. I tried not to be distracted by his proximity, but his beautiful features became more apparent to me with his closeness. The edge of his nose curved flawlessly. His jawline was angled and well-defined. And those eyes. My gods, those eyes were a pool I wanted to bathe in.
Adonis knew exactly what he was doing by kneeling on the ground, at mouth level with my cock. He extended his arm to reach for my lyre to interrupt my playing. “Let us put a pause to that. You’ve played long enough. It’s my turn toplaywith something,” he wittily commented, with charm.
I wanted to drop my tunic and let him pleasure me right here and now, but I could not be corrupted. So much was at stake. All it took was someone to catch us, and I would surely be ruined. But I was also aware that Adonis had that gleam in his eye. The one where I could instantly recognize that he was sexually aroused and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He wanted my cock, yet I was at a moral dilemma in wanting to give it to him.
“Is this how you get your way with Aphrodite?” I asked him, curious to know if he made the same licentious performances to intrigue her.
He shook his head. “Not at all. Usually, she is the one coming on to me,” he revealed. “But it’s a different experience with you. I feel different. More like myself.”
I dropped my lyre to the side and scrutinized him. “What do you mean? Why do you feel more like yourself around me?”
Adonis took his eyes off me, his gaze on the nearby flame of a torch, as if lost in a trance. “It’s hard to explain. When I’m around Aphrodite, there is a certain role I feel as though I’m obligated to play. Aphrodite wants her male lovers to be and act in a specific way. Therefore, I have to be overly masculine in front of her. She wants a confident man who can take the reins and control and please her sexually. But it’s not authentic. It’s not me.”
“And you feel your authentic, true self when you’re with me?”
A slow smile crept up on his face as I asked this. “Yes. You have no idea. I feel alive when I’m around you. I don’t have to be so manly, like everyone expects of me. I can be carefree and loose. Oddly enough, I can be even a little feminine if I want to. Also, I have this thirst to please you like no other. I want to service you in every possible way. I’ve never desired someone so much in all my life.”
This revelation drove me wild. Adonis was so vulnerable. So appealing in this moment. I needed to control him. I desperately wanted him to pleasure me, just as he had practically begged. But in the back of my mind, I knew this would not go over well. I began to talk myself into it. Why would anyone be watching the two of us right now? I had guards surrounding the shrine. No one could possibly sneak by them to witness us in the act if we decided to make love.
I glanced all around us once more to make sure no one was in sight before I pulled my arms out from the sleeves of my tunic and let it fall to the limestone seat. My hardened cock was now exposed to him. Adonis wasted no time. He grabbed it with his hand and began stroking it, almost maniacally. Bending down further on his knees, he pressed his face into it. There was no teasing or licking the tip as he typically did prior to letting me feel his full mouth engorge me whole. Adonis must have had no resistance and control of himself in this moment. He wanted to have right at it. No easing into it.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes. My hand gripped the entire back of his skull, forcing his head further into me as he sucked me. I wanted my cock to hit the end of his throat with every thrust I took into his mouth. It led Adonis to gag a few times, but the noise subsided as he noticed my rhythmic pattern. He became prepared and in sync with my movements and withheld his choking, allowing my cock to more easily slide across the length of his tongue and to the back of his mouth.
His lips curled and tightened around the shaft of my cock, applying more slippery friction and pressure to it. I knew it was only a matter of time before I completely became undone, ready to combust at any given moment.
In the many months that passed since our first conversation on the beach, Adonis and I pleased each other in this way. We had yet to penetrate one another, but that was because he wanted to take things rather slowly until we both were emotionally connected more than ever. He claimed that he was tired of meaningless sexual affairs just based on physical attractions. Adonis wanted to at least experience sex once with someone he actually loved. So, we vowed to never go beyond sucking each other until we were in love. Then, and only then, would he make love to me.
I had no idea how long it would take for Adonis to express his love. I imagined he wouldn’t have waited this long to commit to it. However, Adonis must have known what he was doing, because I was currently on the verge of insanity by not being inside him. He made me desperate to want him. My every thought and craving lingered around Adonis. Since our first kiss on the beach nearly a year ago, I had no desire nor care in the world to be with anyone else but him. I was bewildered as to what came over me. A god sexually isolating himself to a single mortal. It was unheard of.
My muscles were tensed, fully contracted and practically ready to rip through my skin with how pleasurable Adonis was working me. “That feels amazing. I can’t get enough of you, Adonis. Mmmm. I love y-… it,” I quickly corrected myself, before awkwardly pausing to check to see if Adonis caught my subtle slip of the tongue.
His hand movement stopped and his mouth released from my cock. Adonis opened his eyes to glance me over carefully. “I heard you,” he revealed. “Do you really mean it?”
He had put me on the spot. My thoughts were going in every which direction. They were consumed by sexual ecstasy, while only to then be derailed by emotional and solemn sentiments related to love.
Love? Did I truly feel that way about Adonis? I wasn’t exactly sure how to define my feelings. Yes, I felt strongly for him, more so than I had with anyone else ever before. Those build-ups of energy and excitement in my stomach and chest whenever I saw him. Was that really love? I think it was. What else could explain it?
“Yes. I really do mean it. I love you, Adonis.”
I wondered what he was thinking now in that beautiful mind of his. I could tell his thoughts were running amok by the way he was currently staring at me, in awe. But that irresistible ivory white smile managed to grace his face. And it was with that reaction that I knew he was pleased with my answer.
“I love you too, Apollo. So much. You have no idea,” he then voiced.
Him disclosing this made my heart melt. It was everything I wanted to hear and more, without even realizing it. I had to kiss Adonis. I needed to show him how much I reallylovedhim. Reaching under his arms, I lifted him up to his feet with the utmost ease and pulled him into me. Our lips reunited, and it felt incredible. Adonis straddled my thighs so that he was sitting atop me. My hands gripped his ass to hold him against me for support as our tongues began to intertwine.
Adonis made brisk work of removing his own tunic from his body as swiftly as possible, so as to not disturb our wild, passionate embrace. He threw it to the ground and let his hands return to caressing my thick, curved chest, no longer having any other disturbance to distract his focus from me.
My desire for him was stronger than ever. I had to be inside him. I needed him to accept me and let me fully immerse myself in him.
