14. Lyric
CHAPTER 14
LYRIC
We made our way back to my hotel on foot, winding through alleys and side streets to avoid being seen. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. The silence between us wasn’t tense anymore—it was electric. Tight. Charged. Every step buzzed with everything we weren’t saying.
In the elevator, we stood on opposite sides, not touching. The air between us crackled with tension, the kind that made my skin prickle and my pussy clench. It wasn’t just adrenaline; it was something raw and primal.
Flynn’s gaze burned into me, stripping me bare without laying a finger on me. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and fucking alive.
By the time we reached the suite, my keycard trembled in my hand. The lock clicked. The door swung open.
The second it shut behind us, I lunged for him. We collided, hard, and the impact sent something crashing to the floor as his mouth crashed into mine. Not gentle, nothing sweet about it. Just hunger—raw, desperate hunger that had been building all night.
His hands were everywhere—sliding up my sides, tangling in my hair, gripping my ass to yank me closer.
I matched his intensity, raking my nails down his back, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw a growl from deep in his throat. I shoved his jacket off his shoulders, and he let it fall, never breaking contact
He pressed me back against the door, his body flush against mine, and I moaned into his mouth as I felt the hard length of his cock pressing against my stomach. His hands roamed my body, rough and demanding, stripping off my shirt, sliding up to cup my tits, kneading the soft flesh through my bra. I arched into him, my nails digging into his shoulders, my legs instinctively spreading to give him better access.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my lips, voice wrecked. He slid his hands down to grip my thighs, lifting me effortlessly until my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel him pressed against my soaked panties, and I rocked my hips against him, desperate for friction.
“God, Flynn,” I gasped, my head falling back against the door as he kissed down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, nipping, sucking, marking me like I was his. His breath was hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Tell me you want this.”
I rolled my hips against him again, grinding my slick sex against the hard bulge of his cock, and sank my teeth into his shoulder.
“I want this,” I gasped.
His control snapped.
He let me slide down his body and tore off his jacket and shirt in one fluid motion, revealing a torso carved from granite.
He was so beautiful. My hands roamed over him, mapping every inch of his body—the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the sweat-slicked skin that burned under my touch.
Flynn moved like he fucking owned me, all rough hands and raw power. He yanked my shirt over my head, his eyes going dark as he tossed it aside. His fingers traced the curve of my tits, his touch sending electric shocks straight to my core.
“Christ, Lyric,” he breathed, his voice wrecked and ragged. The way he said my name—a half-growl, half-moan—made my entire body tighten with need.
He shoved me back against the wall, pinning me with one knee between my legs, and I whimpered as he rocked against me, as he mouthed down the slope of my shoulder, setting my skin on fire. My bra fell away with a flick of his fingers, freeing my breasts to his mouth and hands. The sensation was electric—his hot tongue flicking over one nipple, his thumb rubbing rough circles over the other—and I bucked against him, my nails digging into his skin.
I was so wet, so gone for him, every touch like a lightning strike that left me gasping and desperate for more.
I was lost in him, drowning in the scent, the feel, the fury of Flynn.
His knee pressed higher between my legs, and the pressure made me grind down against him, seeking more, seeking everything.
“Goddamn,” Flynn growled as he shifted his weight, letting me slide down the wall until my toes barely grazed the floor. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and dragged them down, following the erotic slide of silk with his mouth and tongue until he was kneeling in front of me.
I shivered—not from cold, but from the intensity of his stare. He looked at me like I was a fucking feast and he was starving.
I bit my lip, squirming under the heat of his gaze, feeling the slickness between my thighs with every breath, every heartbeat. “You just gonna stand there?”
“I’ve been thinking about this pretty pussy all night. And now look at you, so fucking wet for me.” He spread my thighs wider until I was dripping onto his fingers. “Have you been this wet all night, my dangerous, deadly siren?”
“All night,” I gasped, my head falling back against the wall as his fingers traced through my folds, circling but never quite touching where I needed him most.
His answering smile was pure sin. “You get off on danger, princess?”
“I get off on you,” I admitted, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
Something flashed in his eyes—hunger, possession, triumph—as he lowered his mouth to my inner thigh. His stubble scraped deliciously against my sensitive skin, and the first stroke of his tongue had me arching off the wall, a strangled cry tearing from my throat. He licked into me like a man possessed, broad, flat strokes that gathered my wetness before focusing on my clit in hard, perfect strokes that had my legs trembling. So goddamn good.
My fingers tangled in his hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away as pleasure built too fast, too intense. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. My thoughts were a blur of yes and now and please don’t stop . I was breathless, panting, riding his face with desperate, shameless abandon. Two of his thick fingers slid inside me, curling to find that perfect spot, and I cried out, my entire body shuddering.
“That’s it,” he growled against my clit, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through me. “Come for me, Lyric. Let me taste how sweet you are when you fall apart.”
His fingers pumped harder, faster, his tongue relentless against my swollen bud. My vision blurred at the edges. My whole world narrowed to the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his fingers, the way he pulled me apart and put me back together all at once. I was so close—so fucking close—teetering on the edge, my muscles clenching around his fingers as the pressure built to something unbearable.
“Flynn—” His name was a broken plea on my lips as the first wave crashed over me. My back arched, my thighs clamping around his head as I shattered, coming hard against his mouth.
He didn’t stop, working me through the orgasm until I was flying outside my body. And when I finally came down from it, gasping and boneless and completely undone, Flynn was there to catch me.
He laughed softly. “You want me keep tasting you?” His fingers were still deep inside me, moving in and out, and my legs trembled so violently I thought my knees would give out. “Or do you want me to fuck you raw?”
“Fuck me,” I begged, grinding against his wicked mouth as he teased my clit again with his tongue. “I need you inside me.”
When he finally pulled back, his lips were glistening with my wetness, his eyes dark and hungry. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, towering over me with that feral look still burning bright. His cock was hard and straining against his pants, and I reached for him, palming his length through the fabric.
“Fuck me,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward into my touch.
“That’s the idea.” I rose to my feet and threaded my fingers through his hair, yanking his lips down to mine. “Get over here.”
A smirk played on his lips—a challenge, a dare—and then he was kissing me again, rough and wild. I tasted myself on him and fucking loved it.
I unhooked his belt, yanking it free with a snap, then fumbled at the button of his pants in frantic desperation. “Too many clothes.”
He helped me, shoving his pants down his hips, and the weight of his cock slapped against his abdomen—thick, heavy, flushed with need. My mouth watered at the sight of him. I wrapped my fingers around his length, reveling in the silky hardness, the way he pulsed in my palm.
“Jesus,” he groaned, his head falling back as I stroked him, my thumb gathering the moisture beading at his tip. “Your fucking hands.”
I sank to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes as I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. His eyes went molten, his fingers tangling in my hair as I took him into my mouth.
“Lyric,” he gasped, voice rough and broken. “That mouth—fuck?—“
I hummed around him, taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and I relaxed, letting him slide even deeper, loving the way his thighs tensed and his breath hitched. Power surged through me as I watched him come undone, this dangerous man reduced to ragged breaths and desperate groans by my mouth alone.
“Stop,” he finally growled, pulling me off him with gentle force. “Or this ends way too soon.”
But he didn’t let me finish. With a muttered curse, he pulled me to my feet and spun me around, pressing me face-first against the full length mirror hanging on the wall. His cock slid between my thighs, teasing through my slick folds without entering me.
“Condom,” I managed to gasp, my nails scraping against the cool glass as he nipped at my shoulder.
“Fuck. Right.” He left me long enough to find his discarded pants. Seconds later, I heard the rip of foil and the snap of latex.
Then he was back, pressing against me, his cock sliding through my folds again. He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me with just the tip, pressing his chest against my back, his lips brushing my ear. “Tell me how you want it.”
“Hard,” I breathed, arching back against him. “I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.”
A growl rumbled through his chest. His hand slid down my spine, over the curve of my ass. His palm came down with a sharp crack against my ass, and I gasped, my body jerking forward from the delicious sting. Heat bloomed across my skin as he massaged the spot, soothing and inflaming in equal measure.
“Does my naughty siren like that?”
“Yes,” I moaned, pressing back against him. “God, yes.”
His palm cracked against my other cheek, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, positioning himself at my entrance. “Look at yourself.”
I lifted my gaze to the mirror, catching my reflection—cheeks flushed, eyes wild, my nipples hard little nubs, my lips swollen from his kisses. Behind me, Flynn’s body was all hard planes and rippling muscles, golden skin marked by my nails, his eyes burning with hunger. He looked like a predator about to devour his prey, and I looked like I couldn’t wait to be consumed.
“Watch,” he commanded, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. “Watch me take you.”
He held my gaze in the mirror as he thrust into me in one savage stroke. The sudden fullness knocked the breath from my lungs. He was thick, stretching me in the most delicious way, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “So fucking perfect.”
He began to move, slow at first, each thrust deliberate and deep. I braced my hands against the mirror, pushing back to meet him, taking him deeper with each stroke. The angle was exquisite, hitting spots inside me that made my vision blur.
“Harder,” I demanded, arching my back to take him deeper. “I’m not going to break.”
Something dark and primal flashed in his eyes. He gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breathing and my desperate moans. Each thrust drove me higher, closer to that edge where coherent thought dissolved into pure sensation.
The sight of us together was obscene and perfect—his muscles flexing with every thrust, my body yielding to his, the place where we joined slick and glistening. I couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the raw hunger in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched with each drive of his hips.
I was going to come again. I could feel it building—hot and tight and inevitable—and I wanted it, needed it more than air or sanity or anything else that wasn’t Flynn.
“Look at you,” Flynn growled, his voice wrecked. “Taking my cock so perfectly. Like you were made for me.”
His hand slid around to find my clit, circling the sensitive bud in time with his thrusts, and I cried out, my inner walls clenching around him.
“Oh, God!”
“Not God.” His other hand closed around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse pound beneath his fingers. “You say my name when I’m inside you.”
“Flynn,” I gasped, the word tearing from my throat as his cock hit that perfect spot inside me.
“Good girl. The growled approval sent another wave of heat crashing through me. His fingers worked faster against my clit, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. “Come with me, Lyric. Let me feel you.”
The pressure of his hand on my throat, the relentless pounding of his cock, the slick circles of his fingers on my clit—it was too much.
“Flynn!” My scream was fierce, raw, torn from me as the orgasm hit like a fucking freight train. My whole body shook with it, every nerve ending going supernova as I shattered around him.
He was right there with me, thrusting harder, faster—pumping into me like he was losing his goddamn mind. I felt him tense, felt the ripple of muscles beneath his skin as he buried himself deep.
He came undone with a ragged groan, his whole body tensing as he spilled into me, hot and thick and fucking endless. The heat of him sent another wave crashing through me, pushing me over the edge all over again.
We stayed like that—connected, trembling, stunned by the force of what had just happened between us. Then his forehead dropped to my back, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my skin.
“Goddamn. I knew it would be good between us, but… fuck, Lyric.” His voice was rough, raw, like he’d been screaming for hours. “That was…” He trailed off like he couldn’t find the right word.
I couldn’t, either. I didn’t think I could speak at all. What were words?
My legs were jelly, my mind scattered in fragments around the room. Every nerve ending still tingled, aftershocks rippling through me with each brush of his skin against mine.
My reflection stared back at me—flushed cheeks, wild eyes, lips swollen from his kisses. I looked thoroughly ravished, completely undone. The woman in the mirror was someone I barely recognized, raw, vulnerable, exposed in ways that had nothing to do with being naked.
Flynn carefully withdrew, his hands never leaving my body as he steadied me. The loss of him left me feeling oddly hollow, but I wasn’t ready to examine that too closely. He disappeared briefly to deal with the condom, then returned to wrap his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder as we gazed at our reflection.
“You okay?”
I turned to face him, still panting, and?—
Reality hit like a sledgehammer.
I just fucked Flynn Shepherd.
My eyes flew wide, and I shoved him away with a sound that was half gasp, half accusation.
“Holy shit,” I said, scooping up my clothes and clutching them to my naked body like they could protect me from… whatever this was.
Flynn just grinned that signature cocky smirk I’d promised myself I wouldn’t fall for.
“What?” he asked, all innocent.
“What?” I couldn’t even process what he’d just done to me. What we’d done together. My brain felt like it had been struck by lightning and left smoldering.
“You look surprised.” He took a step toward me, all easy arrogance and simmering heat. He was still naked, and he was already hard again, his cock standing out from his body in a way that sent another jolt of desire through me.
Like he hadn’t just fucked me senseless.
Like he had every intention of using it again tonight.
He was more dangerous to me than anyone else in this city—a live wire I’d just grabbed with both hands and wanted to grab again.
“Surprised?” I laughed, a little too high-pitched, a little too frantic as I backed away. “I’m not surprised. I’m… I’m insane, apparently.”
That earned me a low chuckle and another step forward. “Insanity looks good on you.”
“You—” My words faltered as I yanked on my shirt.
“I what?” He was close now, so close I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t remember why I was supposed to be mad or cautious or anything but completely feral for him.
No.
Flynn Shepherd was off-limits. He was a walking red flag. He was everything I didn’t need, everything I shouldn’t want.
But here I was, aching for another taste.
He tilted my chin up, forcing my eyes to meet his. “You wanted me.” It wasn’t a question, and we both knew it. “You begged for me.”
My skin felt raw, hyperaware of every breath, every nerve still buzzing from the intensity. “I didn’t think…”
“You didn’t think I’d fuck you until you screamed my name?” His grin widened. “I told you I would, princess.”
The memory flashed, and another jolt of need pulsed through me. I glared at him to cover the flush creeping up my neck. “You’re such a dick.”
He laughed, low and wicked. “Pretty sure you love my dick.”
“Pretty sure I hate you.” But my words were weak, unraveling at the edges as I fumbled with my clothes.
“Keep lying to yourself, princess. We both know you’re not done with me.”
His mouth was on mine again, brutal and sweet, relentless and coaxing all at once. I should have pushed him away, should have remembered what a bad idea he was, should have remembered why I hated that cocky grin and arrogant swagger.
Instead, I moaned into his mouth and kissed him back, hungry and desperate, letting him pull me against the heat of his hard body. He lifted me effortlessly and carried me into the bedroom.
He tossed me onto the bed, and I fell back with a gasp as he followed, effortlessly pinning my wrists above my head in one hand while he ripped open another condom package with his teeth.
“One night,” I whispered, parting my legs to welcome him. “You get one night.”
“If that’s all I get…” He rolled on the condom, positioned his thick head at my entrance, and filled me with one vicious stroke. I arched beneath him, gasping at the delicious fullness.
“I’m going to make it count,” he promised, his voice a rough growl against my ear. “I’m going to ruin you for all other men, Siren.”
I didn’t say it, but I was pretty sure he already had.