13. LYRA #3
My tongue flicks over his tip, and I feel his body tremble beneath my touch, and I don’t stop until he’s putty in my hands.
He pulls at his bound wrists, desperate to grab me, to take my head and control my pace, needing me to ease up, but I’m relentless, and I take his cock in my mouth the same way he relentlessly fucked me only a few short hours before.
He hisses as he loses his grip on his control, the pleasure rocking through him the same way the hunger rocks through me. My hand moves with my mouth, squeezing tight as my grip pulses, my tongue working over those angry veins as I suck hard.
He’s at my complete and utter mercy, and I’ve never thrived on anything more.
“Savage.”
Pride swells through my chest, and I rock his world, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, until he can’t possibly take it anymore. And then as I take him right to the back of my throat, pushing past my gag reflexes, he comes apart, coming hard with a loud roar.
Hunter empties himself into the back of my throat, and I greedily swallow him down, taking every drop of cum he has to offer. Only when his body relaxes do I finally pull back and release him from my mouth.
His chest heaves with sharp breaths, and as I rest back on my heels, he simply stares at me as though he can’t believe that just happened. “Fuck,” he breathes, “and here I thought I was the killer.”
I grin as I slowly trail my tongue over my lips before pushing up to my feet. I climb over him, straddling him on the chair as I press the blade to the base of his throat. “Oh, you’ve got no idea,” I whisper, knowing my eyes are dancing the same way his are.
He doesn’t even seem to notice the blade at his throat, and I hate how attracted I am to that kind of confidence.
Hate it even more that it’s getting him hard beneath me, and while I know I shouldn’t, I can’t keep from reaching down between us and pulling my thong aside, adjusting my hips and letting him slide back inside me.
We both shudder, and as I hold him at knife point, my hips get to work, taking that thick cock deep and stretching me wide. My other arm rests over his shoulder, using it to balance myself against him, and he watches me ride him.
“Just like that, my sweet devil.”
I suck in a gasp as I take exactly what I need, my walls trembling around his sheer size.
“Feel that?” he grits. “Feel the way your tight little cunt squeezes me? That’s how much you need me.”
I shake my head and press the blade against his skin a little harder, but it only seems to work him up. “I don’t need you,” I tell him. “This right here, this is a one time . . . two time deal, so enjoy it while you can, because the second I’m done riding you, I’m done.”
“Baby, you stalked me through the streets, and even after watching me murder someone, you still let me fuck you. I hate to break it to you, Lyra, but you’re not even close to being done with me. You’ve barely even started.”
I clench my jaw and slam my hand over his mouth, silencing him as I fuck him raw. “You think you’re in control,” I tell him, breathing heavily. “Even now, strapped to a chair with your cock buried inside me, you’re arrogant enough to think you’re the one pulling the strings.”
His brow arches as if to silently question me, and I keep rocking my hips, watching him crumble beneath me, and I just grin, each wild thrust of my hips driving me crazy.
I don’t stop pushing, don’t stop claiming every inch of him until there’s nothing more I can give, and just when I think it can’t get any better, I explode into a million pieces, my orgasm detonating within me like a storm.
My walls shatter like glass, wildly convulsing around him, and as I reach that high, Hunter loses himself, coming right along with me, both of us gasping for air.
My hips still, and as I come down from my high, I drop my forehead against his as my hand finally falls away from his mouth. We’re both silent for a moment, each of us thoroughly spent, when his soft tone fills the air between us.
“You’re not freaking out.”
I pull back and meet his stare. “Should I be?”
He watches me for a second before slowly shaking his head. “No.”
“Okay, then,” I say, peeling myself off him and getting back to my feet, my knees shaking beneath me. I hold his stare for just a moment, and with that, I toss the kitchen knife onto the couch and make my way back to the door. “I guess I’ll see you never.”
“Woah. Hold up a second,” he says as I reach for the door. “You’re not going to free me first?”
I grin and look him over as he sits there, completely stranded with his dick out. “Sounds like a you problem,” I tell him before pulling the door wide, only as I go to walk out, I pause and look back at him one more time. “Oh, by the way, your big-ass head owes me a new frying pan.”
“What the fuck, Savage?” I hear Hunter call behind me as I stride out the door, leaving it open. “Get that fine ass back here.”
Then just as I reach my apartment, I hear a heavy sigh coming from up the hall, followed by a dejected, “Hey Siri, text Maddox.”