Page 54 of Star-Crossed
It was the most exquisite torture Cy had ever experienced. He closed his eyes as her slender fingers explored every inch of him before settling into featherlight strokes that had him trembling with need.
With each touch, Lyra grew bolder, more demanding, the intensity increasing so gradually it bordered on tantric. He could hardly hear his own voice above the rush of blood in his ears.
“God, baby,” he moaned. “That feels so good.”
“Who said you could call me baby?”
Cy didn’t even have time to formulate an answer before her lips closed over him.
His hips jerked involuntarily, driving him deep enough into the lush heat of her mouth to make her throat contract. “Shit,” he rasped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“Don’t be.” Lyra lifted her head, looking him straight in the eye. “I love how responsive you are.”
Cy’s breath caught as she brushed her wet lips across the swollen tip, smiling as she slowly took him deeper, deeper, until he felt the head of his cock brush against the back of her throat. She convulsed around him, but his attempt at retreat was foiled by her firm grip on his hips.
“Lyra.” Cy opened his eyes to tell her she didn’t need to do this, but found himself looking into the gaze of a lioness. All heat and hunt. She moaned around his cock, and the vibrations seemed to rumble all the way to his core, waking a beast long dormant inside him.
He thrust his fingers into her hair, clutching at the silky strands, beginning to move his hips as he guided her—working to match her pace as she pulled back to use the light suction of her lips, the graze of her teeth, the press of her tongue, to drive him insane.
He wasn’t sure how long he could stay silent, or even if he wanted to. A low growl escaped him when he felt her tongue flick against the underside of his tip.
“Fuck,” he gasped, feeling himself nearing the edge of no return.
They’d fallen into a rhythm accompanied by the gentle slap of sloshing water and the answering thrum in his ears. In his chest.
In his very bones.
“Fuck, Lyra. You’re going to make me come.”
She lifted her heavy-lidded eyes to him. “About fucking time.”
With those words, the end rolled through him like a riptide, each wave crashing with a ferocity that left him shuddering like an exhausted animal. He tightened his grip on her hair, losing himself in the sight of her long, slender neck as she tipped her head back. Reveling in the tight clench of her throat, he released a feral cry. His voice echoed off the ancient stone as he plunged headlong into bliss.
When it finally ended, he collapsed back against the rock, his body still twitching with aftershocks. Lyra watched him from the pool’s edge with a satisfied half-smile on her lips.
Cy wanted to say something, to find words adequate to express the magnitude of his relief. His release. Instead, he simply reached up to cup her cheek and run the pad of his thumb across her lower lip.
“Christ,” he moaned, wincing at the heat hitting his over sensitized skin as he slipped back into the water. “That wasn’t at all how I’d planned for this to go.”
“How so?” she asked.
Cy swiped the sweat from his face. “I brought you out here to makeyoufeel better.”
“Who says that I don’t?” she asked with a wicked smirk. “Aside from being a little dizzy.”
Cy levered himself out of the water, helping Lyra up after him.
A rush of cool air made steam rise from their bodies like misty apparitions as they gathered their clothes and picked their way back to the truck. After hunting behind the seat, Cy came back with a towel that he handed to Lyra.
“How about coming to my place?” he asked, catching her gaze for a moment.
The question seemed to surprise her as much as it had him. He couldn’t remember the last time another human had actually crossed the threshold.
“Like for a sleepover?” she asked, toweling the ends of her dark hair.
Leveled by a fresh onslaught of desire, Cy pulled her to him. “Like, so I can do very bad things to you.”
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