Lasting Lyric (20 page)

Massaging her head as she sucks my long dick, I hiss out my pleasure, and force myself not to come in her mouth. She’s a little tiger, yet I’m the lion that likes to roar and take cover. Eating her alive makes my mouth water, and the vision of doing so gives me no choice. I slip out from her drooling lips, yank her little nighty off her body, along with her panties, spread her wings, and get on my knees to feast on this breathtaking woman that is before me. Digging my fingers inside her flesh, feeling the heat of her juices makes me shiver. This moment excites me. Lyric’s soft whimpers not only twitch my cock, it calls for my attention. It wants to slip inside her before it explodes. But not yet. First, I need a taste. A good long taste. Let me tell ya, the first taste of her pussy is delectable, the most gratifying plate of goodness I’ve ever had. She’s like the sweetest fruit; ripe, dark, juicy and full of flavor. While my ears listen to her scream, my tongue enjoys the playground. As my eyes wander up to her eyes, the baby blues that were there are no longer light blue. They’re now dark, deep and aching for release. Giving her what she needs, I grind my tongue inside her cavity, slowly licking up to her clit; doing this over and over again causes her pelvis to dance. She matches my every swipe of my tongue until she starts to grunt, then pant. The hair on my head is being pulled as she begins to free fall, sending an overboard of juices inside my mouth like a raging river.

I have never witnessed such beauty as to when someone has come undone. She is glowing right now. Knowing that I’m the one who created this brilliance on her face shocks my heart. There is nothing but love when I look at her, when she looks at me. We just can’t say it. We’re afraid of jinxing what we have and that makes me frustrated. Puffing out a heated breath, I get my act together. No more thinking about anything other than pushing myself, balls deep, inside Lyric. I desperately need to be inside her.

As I kneel on top of the bed, dipping the mattress, Lyric takes hold of my face and devours our mouths together. In the process of moving us upward toward her pillows, I wrap my arms around her hot, sweaty body, and smash her tits against my chest. I can feel those taunt little buds as they sizzle beneath me, and man it’s out of this world. Just like me, she’s ready for some Shooter time. Not even allowing me to guide my own cock in, Lyric takes over and does it for me. In one quick move, we’re connected in more ways than one. We both grunt, and slowly sigh on an exhale. Bliss has found me, and I pray to God it never leaves. Lyric begins to move her pelvis, shifting her legs up, and around my lower back. She scratches the fine surface of skin, which I believe has begun to bleed, but I don’t care. The pain doesn’t reach me. In fact, the only thing I am feeling right now is pure ecstasy. We’re moving as one, moving to the beat of our hearts. I could totally sing out my song that is playing inside my head as we rock back and forth. This is what Lyric is doing to me. She’s making music, pumping lyrics to the song that had no words. I now have them. They’re stuck, and I cannot wait to put them down on paper. For now, I’ll sing them in my head as I continue to master Lyric’s body.

Dear God, she feels like heaven. Every thrust I make, the more I fall in love with her. It’s the best recognition that has ever reached my soul, it blows my mind. Unraveling my arm from around her back, I take hold of the wooden headboard, and continue my movements, but this time I speed up. We both speed up; we’re in sync, traveling the same distance, reaching for the farthest planet until we both explode into tiny bits together. I’ve come undone. My seed has erupted throughout her body, the most unexplainable moment of my entire life. I let out a groan so loud, I believe the universe has awakened. The kind of sex we have is the most lyrical, rhythmic sex I’ve ever experienced, and I hope to fuck it never changes.

I never did get the chance to feast on Lyric’s tits, so right after we both came down from our high, I gave them each the attention they both needed. Dessert was delicious.

Such an amazing night
. Wow.
We’re both sprawled out on her bed, naked as can be, tangled up in each other’s arms. No place I’d rather be. However, I’ve got to thinking again about my damn idiotic brain, refusing me to look at Lyric as anything other than one of the guys. How stupid can one man be?

My fingers stroke through Lyric’s long blonde locks, as we continue to breathe in the moment. After kissing the top of her head, I mumble out, “Where was my fucking head before the accident? How come I didn’t
see
you like I see you now?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs.

“I was so blind. I mean, I wasn’t blind with your looks or anything. Hell, I thought you were hot as fuck, but…,” I pause on an exhale.

Lifting her head from my chest, Lyric brings her thumb to my cheek, and slowly strokes it. “It really doesn’t matter,” she smiles. “We became friends, and built a relationship. I’m glad it happened the way that it did.”

I frown upon her realization, yet try to see it as a positive one. “The bus crash shouldn’t have happened, but it got me to open up my eyes.”

“Fortunately it did,” she whispers, then palms my face and kisses me.

I kiss her back with as much love as I possibly can. Breaking the kiss, I intently look into her eyes, and express my deepest feelings for her. “I…I care about you so much, Lyric. I really do.”
Love
was at the tip of my tongue, dammit. I’m just not ready to say it yet.

She smiles, and her eyes light up when she says, “I feel the same about you,” and kisses me again. If she only knew how much more I feel about her, maybe she’s in the same boat? “We’ve worked up an appetite. Ready to eat that takeout?”

Now that she’s mentioned it, yes, I’m ready to eat. “You stay here looking gorgeous, I’ll get the food.” Giving her a kiss on the nose, I get off the bed, put my briefs back on, and run down stairs to get our Chinese. By the time I come back, Lyric is in my t-shirt, with her messy blonde hair wrapped in a messy bun, sitting criss-cross style on her bed, and looking all crazy kinds of sexy.
I am one lucky fucker.

While eating our takeout, Lyric gives me the goods about some Violet Ray shooting her a phone call about wanting her to be her manager. I’m not surprised she’s got people wanting her, but I guess I don’t like to hear it. Realizing that anyone could take her away from me, from the band, scares me. “
The
Ray’s Of Darkness? The one hit wonder, Ray’s Of Darkness?” I ask, surprised.

“The one and only. June already told her no, so I don’t get why she called me.”

This whole thing irritates the hell outta me. “I don’t know, but you need to call her back, and straighten this shit out.”

Since we both don’t know how to use friggin’ chopsticks, Lyric settles her fork in the container and sets it aside. She scoots herself closer by my side and kisses my teriyaki lips. “Don’t worry, I will,” she smiles, then licks her lips.

“Good, because there is no way in hell I’m letting you slip away from me and the band.”

“Never. You’re stuck with me.” She lays another on me, and sucks the taste buds right off my tongue. “Oh, good news,” she suddenly says. “I’ve been working on getting
JINKS
a local tour around California.”

“Sweet. It’ll be good to get our feet in the water again.”

“I think so,” she shrugs. “I’ll talk with you and the guys about it tomorrow on the way up to LA.”

“Sounds good.” I am finally stuffed. Putting my carton takeout aside, I grab Lyric’s hand. “Time for a bath,” I wink. “Come clean up with me.”

THE EMOTIONS FROM LAST NIGHT
we’re so deep, honest, and profound, it was almost scary. My heart is deeply in love with Slim’s heart, no doubt. There is no one in my life I’d rather share it with, than him. Truthfully, I believe Slim feels the same about me. He may not have said the big “L” word, but I know what’s inside his heart. It’s aching to love me, to take care of me, to fill my body with everlasting goodness, because that’s who he is. He’s got so much love to give, yet I will follow his lead and take things slow. We have just begun this new relationship, and saying “Love” to each other may seem too fast. I won’t complain. A taste of how he feels about me was expressed in our love making. It was truly one of the best nights of my life.

Surprisingly, I wake up super early the next morning. It’s still slightly dark out, but the rising sun is giving the sky an orange glow. Never really having witnessed a sunrise before, I climb out of bed, put on my robe and take a look out my bedroom window. It’s so breathtakingly beautiful, it amazes me. I sleep through this picture every day. Now I understand why Slim loves the mornings so much. It’s peaceful, quiet, and a start to a brand new day. I might make the effort in waking up early from now on.

Once the sunrise is almost complete, I turn back toward Slim. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I lay a kiss on his cheek. He doesn’t even stir, he’s still out like a light. Even though I want to want bury him deep inside me again - because he looks so sexy and edible - I can’t wake him. He and the band have a long day ahead of them, so he needs more sleep. Besides, that Violet Ray woman won’t allow my mind to rest any longer. I need to call her back.

Grabbing my phone from my nightstand, I walk out and quietly close the bedroom door behind me. My office is down the hall, so I go in there and sit at my desk. This is the only room that’s not organized. My desk is piled with stacks of papers, books, empty water bottles, it’s a complete mess. I seriously need to clean it before Slim sees it. Since he’s such a clean freak, he might have a meltdown. Putting the phone up to my ear, and hearing it ring, I suddenly yawn. After all, I’m not used to waking up this early, so I really should have made coffee first. I hope this conversation won’t take up too much of my time.

The tired, raspy voice from Violet, finally answers on the fourth ring. “Hi, Violet, this is -”

“Lyric Newton, yeah I know,” she rudely interrupts me.

Ignoring her morning attitude, I continue, “Okay, great. So, I’m returning your call -”

“We definitely need to meet and talk. I have a proposition for ya.” From the sound of some clicking noise on the other end, I gather she just lit a cigarette.

“A proposition?” I’m obviously surprised. What is up with this woman? Why am I so important to her? “Well, I’m sure you’re already aware I work for
JINKS
exclusively, and have no desires of switching to another band. I believe June Tyndall already told you that.”

“That she did, but I think you still need to hear it. I know you’re one of the best managers out there, you’ve got a great reputation from working with
JINKS
, and I want that too. I want you to be Ray’s of Darkness’ new manager.”

Violet sure doesn’t know how to take a rejection. I’m not really sure how to go about this, but seeing how determined she is, I’ll continue to do my best to let her down easily. “I am flattered, really, but I don’t think you understand. I don’t want to work with anyone else. I’m happy where I am, but I can certainly recommend someone else for you.”

“Sorry sweetheart, ain’t gonna look for anyone else. We want you, and I think you’ll agree once you hear me out.”

Her attitude is beginning to tick me off. Not only is she persistant, she’s also pushy, unprofessional and completely impolite. No way will I be associated with someone like her. She sounds like trouble. “Again, no,” I firmly reply. “Please do not call me again. Have a good day, Miss Ray.”

“This ain’t the last you’ll hear from me, sugar.”

She finally hangs up, leaving me dumbfounded. This quick conversation seemed utterly creepy, and I have a very bad feeling she will be true to her word; this is not the last I’ll hear from Violet Ray.

Shaking my head, and in desperate need of coffee, I go down stairs to the kitchen and start the coffee machine. Not being much of a cook, I grab the bag of bagels and find the cream cheese I bought yesterday, placing them on my kitchen island, next to the toaster. Once I have those out, I grab a couple glasses, and fill them with O.J.. Waiting for the coffee to be fully brewed, I sit at the island and open my tablet to play a round of Candy Crush. It’s not usually my thing to want to get on any social media first thing in the morning. Plus, I really don’t feel like seeing anymore tabloids about Brock. Things are still stirring around the internet about him, and it’s not the most flattering dirt. I mean, really, what dirt
is
flattering? Either way, I hate to see our family being dragged in the mud.
Damn Brock
.