Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Lyric feels so damn good underneath me, all pliant and willing.
But it isn’t about him this time.
I sit up and straddle him so I can reach for supplies in my top drawer. I usually keep them in my studio where I know little, snooping eyes won’t find them, but like going to Lyric’s show tonight prepared, I wanted some close by in case my loose plan to bring Lyric back here came to fruition.
Lyric’s hands roam all over me, but there’s a tenderness there.
I throw a condom on the bed and grab the lube. I go to squirt some onto my fingers, but Lyric holds out his hand.
“Let me.” He takes it from me and covers his fingers. “You want to ride my fingers first?”
I nod. It’s been a while since I tried this, but I don’t really want to admit that.
Either Lyric can sense I’m not used to it or he’s overly cautious, because he takes his time teasing my hole while softly stroking my cock. It’s not enough to get me off, just enough to keep me hard while I focus on taking his fingers.
When one finally pushes inside me, I remember what it’s like to have a cock in my ass, splitting me apart. I crave the ache and the sense of fullness.
I sink down on his finger, taking him easily, and beg him to add more.
Lyric stares up at me with hooded eyes, his long hair framing his face.
This is different than when I fucked him in his dressing room. This is more intimate, and I can make out every expressive emotion on his face. From the want to the doubt.
I want to reassure him. He has to know how he’s affecting me too, and not just his fingers in my ass but him as a person.
Leaning down, I take his mouth with mine while I continue to ride his fingers.
With his free hand, he cups the back of my head as if holding me in place to keep my lips on his, my tongue teasing.
I’m so ready.
I roll off him, his fingers slipping from my ass, and I already miss the intrusion.
My ass clenches as I beckon for him to get on top of me, but he only leans up on his elbow.
“You okay?”
“Perfect. I need your cock inside me, though.”
Lyric maneuvers himself in between my legs, reaching for the condom as he does.
I can’t do anything but watch while he rolls it down his long and impressive cock.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
I pull him down on top of me and wrap my legs around his waist. The head of his cock lines up with my hole.
“Do it.”
Still, he pushes in slowly. I’m thankful but needy at the same time. I’m battling between wanting to go slow and needing more.
Lyric hovers above me, his skin flushed. His hair falls around his face, and I reach up to tuck it behind his ear. He grits his teeth as if he’s trying to hold on to control.
“Let go,” I encourage. “I promise I’m okay.”
Apparently, those are the words he needed to hear because he pushes in as far as he can go.
We’re both loud, moaning and cursing as I run my hand down his back and feel the ripples of his muscles tensing.
He rolls his hips, but his movements are slow and languid.
I feel all of him, but it’s still not enough.
I want him to surround me and consume all of me.
“Kiss me,” I beg him.
He takes my mouth as softly as he’s taking my body.
Warmth fills my stomach while my heart thuds.
We’re connected in a way I’ve never been to another person. Not physically but inside.
It’s like every thought about this not working out gets dimmer and dimmer with every thrust Lyric makes. Every time he moves inside me, it’s like we’re giving each other another piece of ourselves.
It’s intense and something that would usually freak me out, but when I break my lips away from his and look up into his eyes, all that’s inside me is the feeling of being complete.
Whole.
It drives my need and fuels my lust.
With his eyes on mine, Lyric increases his pace.
“Harder.” I grunt.
He does as I say.
Heat pools in my gut, and I’ve never known sex to be an emotional act before.
This is new to me, but as Lyric takes me—claims me—all I can do is let it ride.
His mouth drops open, and I know he’s getting close.
I try to reach between us to jerk off and get to where he is, but as if sensing my need, Lyric does it for me.
His fingers wrap around my dick and pump hard. “I’ve got you.”
The sincerity in his voice and everything about the gesture has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with us. It’s heavy, yet it doesn’t feel like I can’t handle it.