Page 18 of Grease's Guide
“Whatcha have in mind?” she parrots my words back to me, her words breathless. I flex my fingers in my hold and watch as she bites back a groan and a smile.
Letting the heat and desire burning inside me bubble to the surface, I feel my eyes darken as I lean into her, pausing with my lips just hovering above hers and say in a voice that is pure liquid fire, “Get that perfect ass up here, and sit on my fucking face, Toots.”
I swear her eyes roll back in her head, and she whimpers at my words. I can’t hold back the chuckle that rumbles in my throat at her reaction. I watch, not even attempting to hold back my laugh as I watch her scramble to her feet and rip every last stitch of clothing from her body in record time. Another time, I want to draw it out, and enjoy each new inch of skin she reveals for me, but I am not going to complain about her being just as frantic and eager for it as I am this time around.
Lyra flops onto the bed next to me in a slightly tangled heap as she kicks the last of her jeans and panties off, and looks up at me, pupils blown wide with desire. “Off,” she all but growls as she gestures to the admittedly ridiculous amount of clothing I amstill wearing. I strip off in record time and am laid out next to her in the span of only a few breaths.
My gorgeous girl wastes no time crawling to her knees next to me, and the weight of her gaze as she takes in my entire body laid out like a feast for her is a physical weight that sets my cock pulsing and twitching where it stands straight up, begging for her attention. The quirk of her lips tells me the little wave my dick just gave her didn’t go unnoticed, and she goes to lean down and say hello. While I want nothing more than to feel those sweet lips around my length, I believe I was promised something else. I give her ass a firm slap to draw her attention back to me. She shoots me a questioning brow, wondering why the hell I would stop her.
“I believe I’m waiting for a punishment there, toots,” I taunt, an evil smirk tugging at my lips. Lyra whimpers, licking her lips again, clearly torn between what to do next. Wanting to help her decision along, I land another resounding smack on her ass and hold her challenging gaze. “I said, come sit on my fuckin’ face, woman, and smother me with that perfect little pussy.”
I watch with smug satisfaction as her resolve melts and she all but scrambles up the bed, crawling over me and settles a knee on each side of my head, her feet resting over my shoulders. She holds onto the headboard in front of her before looking down her body and catching my eyes. Her pupils are completely blown and she is sucking in deep breaths that match my own. I take another deep, long inhale through my nose, arching my neck and straining to make contact as she hovers over me. My fingers sink into her ass, and I growl, tugging at her to sink down for me.
When she doesn’t move, I go all but feral. “Lyra,” I growl, deeper and more menacing than I have ever used with her. That one word, combined with the look in my eyes, must do the trickbecause she lowers herself slightly, clearly intending to keep most of her weight off me. Like fuckin’ hell she will. As soon as she moves, I pounce, lifting my head to make contact with her sweet pussy and wrap my arms around her hips to drag her down. She may be on top, but there is no mistaking who is in control. The instant my lips connect with her center, I devour her. My tongue sweeps out and laps at her before closing my lips around her clit, worrying the little bead between them until my Tootsie is screaming my name.
Time ceases as I work her over, reducing her to a writhing, screaming mass above me. My lips and tongue work her expertly, driving her up before backing off just enough to keep her riding that razor’s edge for an eternity. There is no holding back the grunts and groans and satisfied moans her taste and the feel of her against me are dragging from me, and if the almost constant gush of sweetness from her is any indication, she appreciates my vocalness.
I have no idea how long I have her riding the edge like that, but I can tell I have her close to where I want her. Her entire body is shaking, I can feel beads of sweat tracing down her spine, and I am pretty sure she is no longer saying actual words as she begs and pleads with me to let her come. She makes the mistake of looking back down at me at one point, and all I do is wink as I suck her clit into my mouth again, driving her that much higher. Before she can process the move, my fingers sink further into the curve of her hips, pulling her more firmly against me as I redouble my efforts on her clit, sucking it and flicking it rapidly with my tongue. I see her eyes actually roll back as she convulses above me. Her orgasm rockets through her, and to my surprise and absolute delight, a wave of wetness gushes out of her to meet me, and I drink every last drop down, lapping at the sweetness ofher orgasm as she collapses against the headboard, boneless and wrung out.
When the last of her orgasm fades, I gently slide out from under her and guide her down against the pillows, letting her relax back and sink into the mattress as she rides out the high. Her glazed-over gaze meets mine as I settle over her, my hips slotting perfectly into the space between her thighs as she automatically wraps her legs around me.
Leaning down, I claim her lips in a devastating kiss as I finally push into her, sinking myself to the hilt and simply holding her there. Our kiss melts into something deeper, less urgent, and more profound as our bodies entwine fully. For the first time in the months since she has been gone, hell, maybe for the first time ever, I feel a soul-deep peace wash over me with Lyra wrapped around me so completely. We fit. This is how it should be, how it always should be.
Chapter Fourteen
Lyra
I can't believe I got the chance to sleep in his arms. Waking with my head on my chest, I almost couldn't believe it. After the best sexual experience of my life, it seems almost too unreal. I try to keep my mind from straying to the what-ifs. What if he changes his mind now that the challenge is gone? What if he gets bored with monogamy? I don't realize my breathing has increased until I hear his sleepy voice.
“Tootsie, don't ruin this moment with your overthinking. It’s too early to start a war.” I can hear the laughter in his voice, and it puts me somewhat at ease. I close my eyes and try not to think of the past, only the here and now.
“Can I ask you something, Toots?” he asks me seriously.
“Of course,” I say, even as I tense. I’ll answer whatever questions he has, no matter how uncomfortable.
“What made you hate me so much? There have been so many times I thought I could break through those walls, then I would see you, talk to you, and it was like your barbs came out,” he asks, and at that, I scoff.
“I’m not the only prickly one. Anytime I walked into the room, it was like you had to make some sarcastic comment.” I roll my eyes.
“I’d say just about anything to have your full attention on me, even if it was your anger. It didn’t feel so… alone,” he says, sadness lacing his words.
“I didn’t want to get hurt,” I tell him softly. So softly, I’m not even sure he can hear me.
“What made you think I would hurt you?” he asks, appalled. I roll my eyes.
“You mean besides the tattoos, piercings, bike, and all-around bad boy stamp you wear? The first night we met, it was made clear that you are a guy who wants one thing. I didn’t want to just be another in a long line of conquests for you. Then, when you were always leaving at night, it confirmed what I already thought I knew. You didn’t want anything serious. Add in the fact that I always knew I would have to leave; it was like the universe working against us.” I don't notice he has gone still until I finish, and he’s as rigid under me as a rock.
“What do you mean, just another? That’s really what you think I’ve been doing all this time? Leaving every night of the week to find another bed to sleep in, another hole to dip my dick into?” I wince at his tone and the images his words bring to mind.
“Please stop,” I say, not caring that he was with others, just never wanting to know the details.
“I need you to look at me, toots.” When I don't, he barks, “Now!”
I’ve never heard his tone so harsh. When I meet his eyes, though, it's not anger that I see; it's hurt.
“Tootsie, I need you to believe me when I tell you from the moment my eyes connected to that sweet ass of yours, you owned me. Heart, dick, and soul, baby girl, you owned every part of me, and I have shared none of that or myself with anyone since that night. I promise you, sweet girl, it's been you since day one.”
Tears fill my eyes at his words. I truly meant what I said. It wouldn’t have mattered if he hadn’t waited, but knowing he was in the same pain as me… knowing we were in it together all along, it had my chest cracking open and exposing my very being to this man.