Filthy Secret

OLIVE

What did I do?

Those four words were on repeat in my head from the moment

I opened my eyes. It was all I could think as I walked into my bathroom. All I could think as the water from the shower blasted over my skin, washing my sins away.

I’d made a mistake, a huge error. I’d let myself get caught up in the moment, something that I’d never done before. I’d betrayed my mom.

It didn’t matter that Apollo was only a temporary thing until Mom decided we needed to move on. It didn’t matter that she didn’t love him. It didn’t matter that he was just an ATM to her.

I’d still crossed a line.

I turned in the shower, feeling the soreness between my legs from last night. It didn’t hurt, but it felt different. Like I’d lost something but also gained it at the same time. Apollo made sure that I’d remember what we did last night, and if I was honest, I liked the feeling. I liked how he’d left his mark on me. I liked that he’d taken what he wanted.

But it was still a mistake, one that I’d never repeat.

Which was why I stayed in the shower longer, knowing that if I was late going downstairs to leave for school, he’d be gone.

I let the water wash over me, not even turning it off when my fingers started to get crinkly. I’d stay in the safety of my bathroom until I heard his car leave. I couldn’t face him, not after-

“Avoiding me doesn’t work, baby girl, you should know that by now.”

I jumped at the sound of his voice, my back hitting the cool tiled wall and shocking me even more.

The steamed-up glass door to the shower opened, and in Apollo stepped, completely naked.

“What are you doing?” I whisper shouted, glancing around as if someone could see us.

“Well…” He took a step toward me, pressing his entire body against mine and blocking me in. “I was waiting for you in the kitchen, but when you didn’t come down”-he trailed his finger down my face, stopping at my lips- “I figured you were avoiding me, so I came up here.”

“We can’t do this.” My voice was shaky with zero commitment in my tone. He heard it, and so did I.

“You don’t believe that,” he growled, grabbing my thighs, and lifting me up. My legs worked on automatic, wrapping around his waist. “And neither do I.” He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing me in as the water cascaded over the both of us. “Are you sore?”

“A little.” I inhaled a deep breath, relaxing as his cologne wafted around us. “But it doesn’t hurt.”

His eyes flared, darkening at my words. “Is that you giving me the go ahead to fuck you, baby girl?”

My mind was screaming no-that I couldn’t do this again-but I was a slave to my body and what it wanted. I should have told him no, to let me down, to leave me alone, to not touch me ever again, but instead, what came out of my mouth was, “Yes, daddy. Fuck me so I can feel you all day long.”

APOLLO

I’d been in some awkward situations in my life but having Jessie on one side of me and Olive on the other side at the kitchen table had to top them all. We were all inches away from each other, yet I couldn’t stop

myself from reaching under the table to put my hand on Olive’s leg.

She jumped at the contact, but I didn’t turn to face her, instead, I kept my gaze glued to Jessie, not really listening to what she was saying until I heard, “So I was thinking of going next weekend.”

“Next weekend?” I asked, slipping my hand higher on Olive’s leg. A quick glance at her told me she was staring intently at her food, trying not to give anything away.

“Yeah, the girls already have it planned, I just need to pay for my share.” Jessie batted her eyelashes at me and pushed her chest out. She had no idea that it hadn’t worked when she was the only one I was fucking, but now that I had her daughter, all it did was gross me the hell out.

“I’ll pay for it.”

She squealed, jumping out of her seat and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best, Apollo.”

Olive tried to pull away so I tightened my hand on her leg, keeping her in place. She looked up, catching my gaze right away, her expression unsure on how to take what was happening in front of her.

“You,” I mouthed, trying to tell her that it was her I wanted, not the woman clinging onto me for dear life.

Olive’s shoulders slumped, her gaze moving back to her food as Jessie pulled back.

“When do you leave?” I asked, trying not to act like I couldn’t wait for her to be gone so that me and Olive could be alone.

“Friday night.” She primped her hair, having not touched a single bite of her food that Melinda had cooked us. “I should be back Monday morning.” I nodded, trying not to show my excitement, but I wouldn’t deny that it was there. I’d have a whole three nights of Olive to myself without Jessie around. We wouldn’t have to sneak and be quiet. In fact, I had every intention of making Olive scream my name as many times as possible.

My cock was hard just thinking about it, and I’d only been inside her mere hours ago. I’d fucked her every day for nine days straight, and dammit if I didn’t need to be inside her again today.

She was addictive, but she was all mine

OLIVE

My eyes fluttered open, my alarm blaring at me from the other side of the bed. I hated when I forgot to switch the damn thing off on a weekend. It was Saturday, and Saturdays were for lie-ins, not for

getting up early when I didn’t need to.

I snapped my arm out, trying to switch it off, but as I rolled over, I screamed, my heart shooting up into my throat as a figure in the doorway scared the life out of me.

“Fuck, Apollo.” I pressed my hand to my chest, my heart beating a mile a minute. “You scared the hell out of me.”

He leaned against the door, his top half naked and only a pair of sweats on his bottom half. He wasn’t home last night when I’d fallen asleep. I’d tried but failed to stay awake after Mom had left for her girls’ weekend away.

“Is your heart racing?” he asked, not making a single move toward me.

“Yes.” I pulled the comforter aside, feeling myself getting hotter the longer he stared at me. I didn’t know how he did it, but he drove me crazy with just a look.

“Want me to make your heart race for a different reason?”

My breaths came faster for an entirely different reason this time. “Yes,” I murmured, not able to say no to him even if I’d wanted to.

I had moments of guilt, seconds where I second guessed what I was doing with him. But all it took was one look…one touch…and I knew there was no turning back. I was in this with him all of the way. And this weekend it was only me and him. We could do what we wanted, when we wanted.

“Strip,” he commanded. “I don’t want a single piece of clothing on your body all weekend.” He pushed up off the doorframe. “Understood?”

“Understood,” I said, nodding and pulling my top over my head, baring myself to him. I didn’t hesitate to get onto my knees and pull my sleep shorts down, but as I went to drop back onto my ass, he stopped me with his hand on my stomach.

“Stay like that.” He stared down at me, taking his time as he took in all of my curves. “You’re so fucking hot like that.” His voice was deeper now, showing me how he felt. “Touch yourself.” He moved his hand off my stomach and to the waistband of his sweats.

“Touch myself?” I asked, stroking my hand over my chest then tweaking my nipple. I may have been a virgin two weeks ago, but that didn’t mean I’d never touched myself. I’d read somewhere once that to be able to have sexual satisfaction, you needed to know your own body more than anyone else. “Here?” I asked, rolling my nipple as my attention moved to his cock when he pulled it out. I moved my other hand down my stomach and dipped it between my legs. “Or here?”

“Fuck me,” he gritted out, grasping his cock, and tugging on it. “Just like that, baby girl.” He moved closer, coming to the edge of the bed, but neither of us touched as we pleasured ourselves.

“You want me to put my finger inside?” I was already doing it as I said it, groaning at the feel. It was never the same as when he did it though. He could reach all the way back and flick my g-spot expertly.

“Show me,” he croaked, coming even closer. He couldn’t stay away, not for long. It was empowering knowing that I had the same effect on him as he had on me.

I dropped to my back, shucking off my sleep shorts completely, then opened my legs wide while I finger fucked myself.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“Goddammit,” he cursed, letting go of his cock. “I’ve got to touch you, baby girl.”

“Do it,” I goaded. “Touch me. Fuck me. Make me so sore that I can’t walk tomorrow.”

He shook his head, but the grin on his face was unmistakable. “I love it when you talk like that.”

I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and held them up to his lips as he climbed on top of me. He didn’t hesitate in sucking my juices off them.

“You like the taste of me, don’t you, daddy?”

His eyes flared at my words. He loved when I talked like that almost as much as he loved being inside of me.

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He slipped between my legs like he’d been doing it for a lifetime. “What I like more is my cock inside you and my come filling you to the brim.” He ended his words with his cock entering me so hard that he pushed me up the bed with the force of it.

“I love your come inside me too,” I groaned. I placed my hands on either side of his face, wanting to look directly into his eyes as he thrust in and out of me. “I love when it drips down my leg.” Humming, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

“Fuck me,” he ground out, thrusting harder and faster. “I’m going to make you fucking scream today, baby girl. I’m going to fuck you so much that my come is going to live inside you.” He grabbed my thighs, his grip so hard that there was no doubt he would leave bruises. “I’m going to come so much that by the end of the weekend, you’ll have my baby inside you and then you’ll never be able to leave.”

I moaned at his words, loving the way he spoke when we were fucking. It didn’t enter my mind to take them seriously though. We were wrapped up in the moment, caught in the three-and-a-half-week whirlwind we’d created, but deep down, I knew it was only a matter of time until this would all be over.

So instead of analyzing what he was saying, I went along with him, enjoying every touch he graced me with, every kiss he bestowed upon me, and every bruising grip he held me with.