Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Using her tongue, Lyric stroked and explored his length while pumping his cock with her fist at the same time.
“Baby…”
Of course she ignored his soft plea and drew him even deeper, but not far enough to engage her gag reflex.
Because she’d seen that, too. The guys jamming their cocks so hard into the sweet butt’s mouth to the point the club girl was gagging, struggling to breathe, and her eyes and nose were running.
“Face fucking” didn’t look fun to her. And if Ash tried to do that, she’d tap out immediately.
But so far, he’d been restrained. His hips were only twitching instead of thrusting. Obviously, he was holding back and being careful. Whether he wanted to do that or not.
After a few more minutes of using different techniques to test his reactions, she realized she had been wrong. Some women probably did enjoy sucking a man’s cock. Doing so gave her pleasure, too, just in a different way.
Lyric wasn’t hating it so far and it was certainly getting her juices flowing. Her pussy throbbed in time with her heartbeat and she was getting so horny she had the urge to touch herself.
Except, she wanted Ash to touch her more.
Then she realized she’d been going at it much longer than when she’d seen the sweet butts do it. Could it be that she was so awful at it, he wasn’t enjoying himself? That he was only tolerating what she was doing?
She opened her eyes and glanced up, only to see him staring down at her with his lips pressed tightly together, a tense jaw, and his dark brown eyes hooded.
She couldn’t tell if that was good or bad.
“Fuck!” burst from him. He grabbed her hair and slipped free before yanking her roughly to her feet.
Oh no. “No good?”
He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, and when he opened them, said, “Baby, that ain’t the problem. Was tryin’ to avoid explodin’ down your throat.”
She hid the sense of triumph blossoming in her chest and purposely asked, “Do you recommend more practice?”
His jaw shifted and instead of answering, he began to strip her free of her clothing in a jerky fashion.
Like he was trying not to lose his shit.
That meant he might be about to lose his shit.
She helped him remove her clothing, since he was yanking at it so hard that, when her shirt got caught, he almost popped her head off along with it. Her bra went next. Then he was peeling her leggings down with such force, she was almost taken back down to her knees.
Oh yes. His patience was hovering at level zero.
When he finally got her bare feet free from the stretchy fabric, he tried to whip the leggings across the room, only for them to flutter to the floor two feet away.
He did a double take when he couldn’t find her underwear.
Because of his reaction, she fought a grin. “Sometimes I go commando, too.”
His chest swelled but he said nothing.
She needed to be careful with the amount of teasing because she didn’t want him stalking out of the apartment and leaving her hanging.
She wanted this.
She wanted him.
Wanted him to want this.
Wanted him to want her.
To want only her.
While that last one might not be realistic, everyone was allowed some wishful thinking.
Even her.
She only needed to protect herself when those dreams were crushed. Because no doubt, they would be. It was only a matter of time.
He wasn’t doing this willingly, he was doing it because he’d been pushed. Because, despite not wanting to do what he was about to do, it was in his biker blood to be possessive. Protective. Controlling.
Almost every man in her life was like that. Save one, maybe.
Her father.
The tear of the condom wrapper pulled her from her line of thinking.
“Get on the bed,” he growled. “Now.”
Since she was no fool, she scrambled to get on the bed. She would accept whatever he was willing to give. For now.
She only hoped the better, more experienced she got with sex, the easier it might be for him to see her as a potential ol’ lady. As his “woman.”
Eventually, his wife. The mother of his children.
Because she wanted no one else.
She never had.
She always knew he was it for her. Even the idea of being with someone else turned her stomach.
No, if it wasn’t Ash, it would be no one.
That meant it needed to be Ash.
He stared at where she lay as he rolled the condom down his steely length.
A tremor went through her from the anticipation.
Once his cock was suited up, he climbed onto his knees on the bed. “Give me some room.”
While she knew what he meant, she shook her head. “I want to try something else.” She might be limited in how many times she got to explore with him, so she needed to try a couple new things while she had the chance.
“Tried enough.”
“Please,” she said quietly.
What the hell? That simple please transformed him. His expression softened, his muscles loosened, and his breathing smoothed out.
Any annoyance he was holding on to washed away.
Amazing.
“What d’you wanna try?”
Holy shit! She quickly got to her knees as well and pointed to the center of the bed. “I want to be on top.”
His mouth hung open for a few seconds, then it snapped shut so hard, she swore she heard his teeth clatter. “You sure?”
Uh oh. Was her desire to be on top too lofty and too soon? “No, but also yes. Let’s give it a go.”
“Give it a go?” he grumbled.
“Please,” she repeated again in a whisper.
With a grunt and a nod, he moved onto his back in the center of the bed.
Well, look at that! She just discovered his off button. A common word civilized people used.
When he extended his hand, she took it and climbed aboard to straddle his waist.
“Am I going to regret this?” She’d only had sex once and he had controlled the whole thing. Was she really ready to take the reins?
“Guessin’ you’re gonna find the fuck out in a minute.”
That comment didn’t reassure her, but it wasn’t like once she sank onto his cock, they were locked into that position for the duration.
Sex was supposed to be fluid and flexible.
But also enjoyable, so if it turned out she didn’t find it such, she was willing to bet he’d have no problem taking over.
Taking a bolstering breath, she gripped his erection and held it steady. Then she shifted backward until everything lined up. When she slowly sank down, her pussy swallowing his cock, she let her body adjust before lowering herself even more until she was completely speared on his hard length.
Only, she wasn’t prepared for how deep he would be in this position. It kind of took wind out of her sails.
“Too much?”
Was it?
She tipped her head to the side and waited for her body to accommodate him, stretching enough to accept his girth and length in that position without discomfort.
“No.” If anything, it was like she was made for him. Right now, they fit perfectly. However, she hadn’t moved yet and he also wasn’t thrusting.
“Gonna let you control the pace so I don’t hurt you.”
With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, she nodded.
“Want me to take over, just say the fuckin’ word.”
She nodded again.
“Anythin’ gets to be too fuckin’ much, say the word.”
She gave him one more nod.
“If—”
“Got it. I’ll say the word. You’re throwing me off my game.”
When his body jerked, then shook, she glanced at his face and saw him silently chuckling. He lifted his hands with his palms out as if to say, “I surrender.”
Despite giving him lip, she really appreciated the fact he was looking out for her.
After slowly pushing up an inch or two, she lowered her weight back down, testing to see if there was any discomfort with the movement.
There wasn’t.
Okay, let’s do this!
She rose and fell quicker this time.
All good.
Once she found a steady rhythm, he was no longer chuckling. His hand gripped her hips as he helped guide her up and down.
Not that she couldn’t do that on her own, she could, but in that moment, they were a team and she appreciated the assist.
She began to test different speeds and angles in an effort to find what worked the best to make her come.
Because she wanted to come. At least once. More, if possible.
Over the years, she had given herself plenty of orgasms, but the ones Ash gave her during their first time together seemed to be so much sweeter.
It seemed weird having both Ash and “sweet” together in the same thought. If he knew, he’d probably be horrified.
He hissed out a breath at the same time his fingertips dug deeper into her hips. “Slow down, baby.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, but I ain’t.”
“What—oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Just like you givin’ me head, don’t wanna shoot my load too soon.”
Again, he was looking out for her.
“Roll your hips.”
When she did, he grunted. She did it again.
Ooooh, she liked that since she could grind her clit against him.
She circled to the right, then reversed it. She kept switching the direction and grinding down on him even more.
“For fuck’s sake,” he groaned, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes closed.
She paused. “Not good?”
“Lyric.”
“It’s reassuring that you remember who’s currently riding your cock.”
His eyes opened, but only enough for them to narrow on her. “Why the fuck would I forget?”
“Because you have sex with so many different women.”
His mouth opened and, after a few seconds of silence, his breath expelled in a rush. “Ain’t gonna forget it’s you sittin’ on my dick.”
“Good to know.”
He stared at her like she was out of her mind.
A small smile teased her lips. “Let’s keep going.”
“Yeah, let’s,” he grumbled.
When she began to move again, she quickly found a steady rhythm.
As she focused on his tattooed body sprawled out beneath her, she didn’t know where to concentrate first. Or maybe it was better if she didn’t concentrate at all.
She could simply enjoy and lose herself to all the sensations. Appreciate the natural connection they’ve always had together.
She never had any desire for another man.
Not one.
Maybe that was the risk of growing up how she did. For her, no one else could live up to someone like Ash.
He was a protector.
Big. Powerful. A take-charge type of man.