Page 129 of Chasing Lyric
“Fuck,” I groan out as my hand moves to her hair, sliding my fingers through her tendrils and locking on.
Her tongue circles the tip with unrelenting focus, teasing me with each slow, deliberate swirl that has my chest heaving for breath. She cups my balls like she owns them, like she’s taking her time worshipping every part of me, and it’s driving me halfway to insanity. When her tongue flicks across the slit, I groan low and deep, barely holding on to my restraint. She’s not just talented, she’s fucking lethal, a goddess on her knees, making me feel like I’m the only man on earth who gets to see her like this.
When she takes me back into her mouth, my hips move on instinct, caught in the rhythm she’s setting. I grip the back of her head, not forcing, just grounding myself, trying to hold on to something while watching her work me over like she was made for it. The sight of her lips wrapped around me, cheeks hollowing as she sucks, is almost too much. She looks perfect like this, raw, bare,mine.
Then she takes me deeper.
Without warning, her throat opens, and I slide farther down. My entire body tenses, muscles locked, every nerve ending lighting up as I feel the back of her throat flex around me. It’s hot, tight, and so fucking good I lose my breath. My hips rock forward, deeper still, and she takes it like she was born to please me. My grip in her hair tightens, not to guide her, but because I need something to keep from coming right then and there.
She slowly pulls back, dragging her lips over my length, and I’m left gasping like I just took a punch to the gut, wrapped in pure pleasure. The stars dancing in my vision are no exaggeration.
“Jesus, baby…” My voice is rough, strained. “You do that again, and I’m gonna come so fucking hard down your throat you’ll feel it in your spine.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t flinch.
She takes it as a challenge.
And I love her for it.
A rough groan builds in my throat, rising as the hot prickling sensation creeps down my spine. Every muscle in my body coils with anticipation, and the pins and needles chasing through my nerves warn that I’m closer than I want to admit. “Fuck, Lyri… stop.”
It takes every ounce of control I have to pull my hips back, separating myself from the wet heat of her mouth. Her lips part from my cock with a slow, teasing pop, and it nearly breaks me. Her eyes flash up to meet mine, and they’re full of fire, frustration, and something dangerously close to defiance. She looks like she wants to argue, like stopping now is the worst kind of punishment.
But I need more.
I need her in a different way.
“I want to come inside you,” I tell her, my voice low and steady, weighted with hunger and absolute conviction. “Take off your panties.”
There’s no room for hesitation.
I’m not asking.
She rises with slow purpose, her every move a deliberate taunt that sends a fresh wave of heat straight through me. Her hand slides down the center of her body, fingers gliding like she’s painting a path just for me. Her hips roll as she sways in place, giving me a show she damn well knows I’ll never forget.
She’s a fucking dream, standing there like that, wild, unashamed, andmine.
Then her hand dips inside her panties, her fingers moving to places I definitely want to be, and she moans softly, her head falling back in pleasure.
She’s fucking touching herself, right in front of me, and the sight is so raw, so goddamn perfect, it steals the air from my lungs.
My body tightens, straining with need. My fists clench to keep from grabbing and taking her right here. My cock aches for her heat, for the way her body melts around mine, and all I can do is watch like I’ve been handed the key to every fantasy I’ve ever had.
My eyes don’t leave her hand as she rubs her clit in front of me. My cock’s throbbing, still trying to recover from the epic blow job she just gave me, and now she’s giving me a show.
How the fuck did I ever get so damn lucky?
She lets out a breathy whimper, the sound like a shot of adrenaline straight to my cock. It’s all I can do not to jump off the sofa and rush to her. Watching her is fucking amazing, and I am a man, after all. I’m the most turned on, I think I’ve ever been, right now.
She rubs her clit harder, her soft moans rising from her chest like a melody I’d gladly have on repeat. Watching her do this, touch herself for me, is driving me goddamn insane. My hand finds my cock, already slick from her mouth, and I wrap my fingers around the base, giving it a slow, firm stroke. The sensation rips a groan straight out of me.
It’s good. But watching her? That’s better.
Her eyes lock onto mine, and something electric passes between us. That right there, that’s connection. Not just lust. Not just need. It’s deeper, raw, and real.
The kind of trust that only comes when you bare everything—body, soul, and all the messed-up pieces in between. And in those hypnotic green eyes of hers, I see it. The truth I’ve been chasing since the second she walked into my life.
She’s in love with me.
