Chapter 11
LYRIC
I’m just pulling the banana bread from the oven when Waylon walks in. The pan slides over the cooling rack as I kick the oven shut behind me.
“What’s that delicious smell?” he asks, walking into the kitchen.
“Banana bread.” My back is to him as I slowly flip and release the bread from the pan. He moves closer to me, crowding over my shoulder to look down at what I’m doing. But he’s too close. I can feel his breath on my neck.
I whirl around, causing him to step back. “Do you want some? Let me just get a tab of butter for it.” I move around him, grabbing the butter dish from the other side of the counter.
I removed a butter knife from the drawer and spread it over the freshly sliced bread. The aroma is to die for. Cinnamon and spice mixed with that deep fruity, banana scent—they should bottle and sell it.
Waylon accepts the thick chunk of baked goodness and immediately takes a bite. His whole body sinks as he chews and hums.
“This is delicious,” he says.
“I’ve been craving it.” I sink my teeth into my own piece and do a little happy wiggle. “I started my period.” I give Waylon a look, hoping to convey I’m very unhappy about it.
“I’m sorry. Do you want another bath?” he asks, then takes another bite. And isn’t he sweet for offering. Ew.
“No, I’m okay right now, thanks.” I take another bite too. “I was more just telling you because of our arrangement.”
“Oh, right,” he says. “No sex for a few days then. Got it.”
“There is… something, though, that I could do for you.” I put my banana bread down on the counter and take a drink of my sweet tea.
“What do you mean?” Waylon asks.
I step toward him, placing my hands on his chest. I push until his back hits the pantry door behind him.
“This might be a good time to tell you that there’s something I really like to do.” I tell him this in a hushed tone as I sink to my knees in front of him.
“What are you doing?” His hands fall to his sides like he doesn’t know where to put them.
“I want to put your cock in my mouth, Waylon.” I reach up and unbutton his jeans, then pull the zipper down. He moves against my brief touch, arching ever so slightly.
“You do?” Waylon presses his shoulders back, hips jutting out.
I hook my fingers into the top of his jeans and yank them down. Through his dark red boxer briefs, he’s getting harder as my hand slides up his thigh. I run my palm over his shaft. He presses against me and closes his eyes.
My fingertips graze him as I pull his cock free and watch it curve upward. Without warning, I run the tip of my tongue from the base to the head and swirl my mouth around it.
Waylon sucks in a breath, baring his teeth.
“Fuck me, Lyric,” he whispers. “Your mouth feels so good around my cock.”
I palm his balls, tugging gently as I suck him deeper into my mouth. My tongue flicks against his shaft as I moan.
Waylon slams his fist against the pantry door, which I take as a good sign. It drives me wild to drive him wild.
“Do I taste good, baby? Moan against my cock if you think I taste good,” he says. His hand is resting on the back of my head, but he’s letting me control the pace and rhythm.
I hum against his shaft, the vibrations causing him to jerk. He moves his hips back and forth as he gently pushes my hair away from my face. He gathers the loose strands into his hand and tugs gently, testing the waters of something I’d hoped would happen.
“You want me to fuck that perfect little mouth of yours?” He speaks between gritted teeth, practically growling.
I suck harder and moan, confirming that’s exactly what I want him to do. Gripping my hands around his thighs, I open my mouth wider and hold still.
Using his grip on my hair, he moved his hips against me, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth at a measured pace. He goes deep, testing the boundaries of my comfort as my eyes water. But I like it.
I grip him tighter and moan for more. His pace quickens and I grab his balls again, tugging on them as he fucks my mouth. Just doing this for him is causing a tightness in my belly, a fluttering of lust. He feels good, so I feel good.
His movements become more jagged and jerky as his dick glides over my tongue again and again.
“Do I get to come in your mouth, baby?” he asks. “Please.” His breath is ragged. He’s so close, I can feel it. I nod against him, moaning my approval once again.
The jerking movements stop, his cock twitching in place. And then, he groans loudly and he comes down my throat. I swallow, thinking nothing of how it tastes except that it’s Waylon, and my desire trumps everything in this moment.
I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and stand. Waylon is slumped over, catching his breath, dick still out.
“You know,” I say, crowding his space. “Last night, when we fucked, we didn’t even kiss.”
Waylon’s face registers surprise. Perhaps he didn’t realize it until I said something. But before he can respond, I keep going with my point.
“And I’d considered maybe that should be a rule. No kissing when we hook up. But doing that just now, and still having remnants of you all over my mouth, it got me thinking,” I say, running my hand over his chest.
“About what?”
“I was wondering if you were the type of man to kiss a woman after she goes down on you?” I tilt my head toward him, grinning with curiosity and hoping he will accept my challenge.
Waylon steps forward, away from the pantry door as he pushes me back against the counter. He looks into my eyes as he flips a strand of my hair back over my shoulder. Without a word, he gently wraps his hand around my throat and brings my mouth to his.
First, he licks my parted lips with the tip of his tongue, coaxing me to open my mouth wider. He dips his tongue in farther, lapping at mine and swirling it around. Our lips connect as the pressure of his fingertips on my neck tightens slightly.
He kisses me deeply and completely. He sucks my bottom lip between his teeth just before he breaks the kiss.
“Darlin’, I’ll kiss you anytime, anywhere. And I do mean any…where. Hell, a little blood on the chin is nothing to me.”
“Duly noted.” I swallow, pressing my lips together as I gain my composure.
I excuse myself to the bathroom, taking a moment to wash my face and privately bask in how much I liked that.
Technically, I didn’t come and the goal wasn’t for me to do so.
But I thoroughly enjoyed making him feel good, and that’s all I needed right now.
Sometimes you can get a lot out of just being there for the other person and making them feel good.
If more people adopted that practice, we’d all be in better shape.
There’s something about that feeling for me. About being able to make a man crazed with lust. I love it. And I won’t apologize for it.