Her fork paused halfway to her mouth, her eyes darkening with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. “Lyric—”
“You said you don’t want your dad to see it, Mila,” I reminded her, smirking at where her mind had instantly gone.
“Right,” she muttered. Dropping the fork onto the plate in front of her, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head unashamedly.
Fuck. The air rushed out of my lungs as if I’d been punched in the stomach, and I just stood there looking down at her, entranced by her beauty. Her creamy skin only enhanced by the ink I saw on her shoulder and ribs. The way her tits pressed up against her wine-colored Victoria’s Secret bra. Her flat stomach and the freckle right above her navel.
There was no hiding how hard I was right then. She looked at where my cock was trying to push through my jeans, desperate to get to her, and gulped. “Sweet Jesus,” she breathed before quickly averting her gaze.
“Give me a little bit to sketch something up,” I said, grabbing my pad and a pencil. “Make yourself comfortable. Finish eating, watch TV, whatever makes you happy, babe.”
“Can’t do what would make me happy while you’re busy,” she grumbled, half under her breath.
Bending, I pressed her back against the couch and brushed my lips over hers. “Be patient for me, my Mila,” I breathed against her lips. “I promise it will be worth it.”
Chapter 6
Mila
With a hand towel over each breast, I lay on my back on the couch while Lyric sat on the chair he’d rolled over from the desk. The whirring sound of the tattoo gun, the feel of the needle marking the skin in the valley between my tits, none of that really registered.
How could any of that be of any consequence when I got to watch his eyes swirl with a kaleidoscope of browns as he put his mark on me?
I didn’t know what he’d come up with, but after seeing his wicked skills, I trusted him not to fuck up my skin. No doubt, it would be a masterpiece even if it was just a verse or a heart.
“Who is your best friend?” I found myself asking, wanting to hear his voice.
“My brother,” he answered without hesitation. “I used to have another best friend, Piper, but we drifted apart over the years. She’s younger than me by several years, so we were never in the same schools at the same time, but she lived down the beach from my sister, so I was at her house a lot.”
“You two don’t talk anymore?” Why I was jealous of some girl I’d never met before, I didn’t have a clue, but I hated the idea of him having a best friend who was a girl.
Who wasn’t me…
Damn it. This was only going to last one night. I had to stop feeling all possessive of this guy before my heart got confused.
It already was.
“We text every now and then, but she’s crazy busy touring.”
I felt my brow pinch. “Touring?”
“She followed in her parents’ footsteps. Liam Bryant. Gabriella Moreitti.” He added more ink, his strokes even and precise, not a single hesitation in any of his movements. And it was sexy as hell.
Then I realized exactly who he was talking about and nearly smacked myself in the face for being so stupid. “Piper Bryant was one of your best friends? Wait, isn’t she touring with Jagger Armstrong and Cannon Cage? I remember reading that somewhere only the other day.”
His lips twisted in distaste for a moment before his face cleared. “Yeah,” he said with a grunt. “She’s touring with Jagger and that little shit.”
“I see there is tension between you and Baby Cage.” Everyone in the media called Cannon Cage “Baby Cage.” For one, he looked a lot like his dad, Axton Cage, the lead singer for OtherWorld. For another, his voice was so good, it rivaled his father’s. I wasn’t sure if the nickname was to piss off the young rocker or to compliment him, but by the way Lyric smirked at me, I instinctively knew it annoyed the hell out of the younger Cage.
“Cannon is all right—until he’s within a hundred yards of Piper. Then he turns into a dick. Growing up, I had to beat the snot out of him plenty of times for being mean to her.” His focus returned to the ink on my chest.
“Aww! How cute. He woves her,” I teased and he snorted.
“You don’t treat someone you love the way he treats her,” he muttered, a muscle in his jaw flexing. After a moment, he blew out a harsh exhale and started working again. “What about you? Who’s your best friend?”
“I think it’s a tie between Monroe and River,” I admitted. “Monroe and I are close, and we tell each other almost everything. But River… I honestly think she and I are more alike personality-wise than Monroe and me.”
“I get that,” he said. “Luca and I are pretty different on the inside. Our sister Lucy always said she could tell us apart simply by looking in our eyes.”
“Do his eyes change rapidly like yours?”
“Yeah, it’s something we inherited from our dad. But there is always mischief in Luca’s eyes, according to Lucy—and everyone else in our family.”
“I need to see you two beside each other before I can comment on it.”
Lyric placed the tattoo gun aside and grabbed his phone. Moments later, I had a picture of him and his brother right in front of my eyes. Having spent my entire life sharing a face with Monroe, I wasn’t the least bit surprised when there were suddenly two yummy beasts on the phone screen.
They were both wearing long sleeves, so I couldn’t see Lyric’s ink or if Luca had any of his own. They had the same haircut, the same smug-ass grin, but he was right, there was something definitely different about the eyes of the guy on the left. And when I looked closer, really examined the way they were both grinning, I knew exactly which one was Lyric.
“Your smile is a hundred times better than your brother’s,” I told him, handing back the phone. “And yeah, I see something in his eyes. Like, at any moment, he might toss a bomb in your face or something.”
He tossed back his head, laughing hard. “That’s exactly what he’s like. You nailed it and haven’t even met him yet.”
My heart squeezed at the “yet,” but I knew it wasn’t ever going to happen. All we got was one night. I wasn’t going to meet his brother or anyone else in his family. That shouldn’t have made me sad, but it did.
“What?” he asked, his voice deepening as he looked down at me. “What’s wrong?”
Realizing I must be broadcasting what I was feeling, I cleared my expression and focused on the here and now. Having a little time with him was better than none at all, and I would take all I could get. “Do you miss your brother now that he’s in Tennessee?”
“I’m used to not seeing him every day at this point. He went to college in Alabama, and I stayed closer to home and went to UCLA.” He picked up the tattoo gun and added more ink. I barely felt the needle as he brushed it over the tender skin between my breasts.
“That’s my plan too,” I murmured. “I’m going to Trinity, which is the local college back home. It’s pretty prestigious, though. The law program is phenomenal.”
“If you’re going there, then I know it is.”
I narrowed my eyes on him, thinking he was just tossing a line at me, but his face was completely serious as he continued to tattoo me. He was being sincere, and pleasure filled my soul with warmth.
“Monroe has been accepted at a few different colleges, but she hasn’t made up her mind where she wants to go yet.” I sighed unhappily. “She’s running out of time to choose, but I’m hoping she will just stay local with me. We’ve never spent more than a few nights apart before, and I don’t know if I could handle us being separated for months at a time.”
“It was difficult for Luca and me in the beginning, but we got used to it.” He wiped at a spot he’d just finished inking and inspected his work. “Almost done, babe.”
I glanced down, but I couldn’t make out anything of what he’d created. My skin was starting to welt up a little and was an angry red, but that wasn’t surpr
ising to me.
“I can add to this later on, if you want, and make it an entire chest piece.” He added more ink. “Just say the word, and I’ll make you my greatest masterpiece, Mila.”
I wanted to tell him then and there that I wanted him to spend the rest of his life inking only my skin. Instead, I closed my eyes and pushed all thoughts of leaving him come morning out of my head.
Ten minutes later, he did a final wipe down and made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat as he looked at his hard work. Opening my eyes, I glanced down at myself.
“Let me take a picture so you can see it better,” he said and picked up his phone.
By the time he handed it to me, I was practically bouncing with excitement. “It’s a key.” And it was the most beautiful key tattoo I’d ever seen. It was a skeleton key, old and tarnished, but when I looked closer, I realized the shape of it was really the letters of his name in intricate cursive with a heart at the end.
He really had marked my skin, claiming it as his own.
And I fucking loved it.
“It’s my new favorite tattoo,” I whispered, touching my fingertips to the center of my chest.
“Don’t rub it,” he cautioned, and I dropped my hand. I knew better than to rub fresh ink, but all I wanted was to touch where he had given me a part of himself. “Let me put some ointment on it and tape you up.”
His touch was gentle as he applied fresh ointment and then put gauze over the tattoo before taping it into place. As soon as the last piece was secure, I dropped the two hand towels from my breasts and pulled his head down. I devoured his lips with my own, unable to hold back what I was feeling another second.
We’d spent plenty of time getting to know each other. I’d let him brand me, and now I needed him on a basic, primal level. From the moment I’d set eyes on him, the sexual chemistry between us had been off the charts, and I was surprised we’d lasted this long before tearing off each other’s clothes.
His weight pressed me into the couch cushions as he came down beside me, his giant hands touching every inch of bare skin he could reach.
He tasted slightly sweet and tangy and a little smoky from the barbecue sauce on the chicken wings, but there was something intoxicating just under that which went straight to my head faster than the Spirytus ever could.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Mila,” he murmured against my ear in his deep voice. “But I need to see the rest of you.”
Before I could blink, he was working my jeans and panties down my thighs, his big body following them. I heard him inhale deeply, breathing in the scent of my pussy, and then his mouth was feasting on me. His tongue spread my lips, drinking me in. His tongue curled over my clit, and I was completely lost.
I stabbed my fingers through his short dark hair, lifting my hips, silently begging for more because all I could get past the sob that was twisting my insides was a garbled “Please, Lyric,” before he thrust two fingers deep into my pussy and I exploded for him.
Gasping for air, I tried to clear my head, but my body was still trembling from the intensity of coming all over his face. No one had ever made me come so fast. Of course, I’d only had sex with two other guys, and neither of them had really known what they were doing.
Lyric, however, knew his way around the female body like a seasoned pro.
And I was suddenly jealous of every other girl to come on his mouth like I just had.
Pushing himself up onto his knees, he stared down at me, his eyes swirling with a mixture of beautiful shades of brown. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then he was getting rid of his jeans. Before they followed his shirt, he pulled a condom from his back pocket and dropped it on my chest, but I was too focused on his cock straining for my attention.
Holy shit.
I didn’t know guys got that big. Sure, I’d heard River say my brother was so big she’d walked funny for days after their first time, but I’d never personally seen anyone as big as Lyric Thornton. The two guys I’d experimented with were what I assumed was average size, but Lyric’s cock looked like a fucking anaconda compared to them. He had to be as big around as a Pringles can and just as long as one too.
Nervously, I licked my lips, wondering how I was going to survive him.
And how I would ever live without it again after this night.
Chapter 7
Lyric
I’d never seen anything sexier than a naked Mila looking up at my cock, her face still flushed from her orgasm, licking her lips like she was starving.
Then she lifted her lashes, and I realized she was nervous. “Lyric—”
“If you’re a virgin, I need to know now, Mila,” I told her, my voice hoarse with need and my body struggling to hold back from thrusting into her, balls deep.
“No,” she said with a soft laugh. “I’m definitely not a virgin.”
I wasn’t sure if I was more relieved or jealous. Someone had touched her before I’d even met her. Whoever that lucky fucker was, I wanted to bury him, wipe him and any other guy from my girl’s mind so there was only me in her head.
“It’s just… You’re so damn big. And I’ve never been with anyone who is so…well-endowed.” A flash of vulnerability lit up her gray eyes for a moment before she reached out and touched her soft fingertips to the tip of my pulsing cock.
“We don’t have to do this,” I told her even as sweat beaded down my back. “There is plenty of fun in what we’re doing right now.”
“No!” she answered with an adamant shake of her head, causing her glossy black hair to fall over her tits. “I want you. All of you.”
I got to my feet then bent to lift her into my arms. She squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck as I carried her into the bedroom. “I would have been all too happy to spend the night licking your pussy, my Mila, but I’m so fucking glad you want more.”
Placing her in the center of the king-sized bed, I followed her down. She spread her thighs, and it felt like she was welcoming me home. I kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue. She was sweeter than a Georgia peach, her honey already making her thighs damp all over again.
Her skin was petal-soft. I could have happily spent a lifetime skimming my fingertips over every square inch, counting each freckle that graced her body.
Pressing her hands to my chest, she shoved me back, and I went willingly. She climbed up over me, straddling my thighs, and trailed kisses from my neck to my chest. I could feel her pebble-hard nipples rubbing against me and cupped each one in my hands. She was not small, but she didn’t fill up my entire hand either.
She was simply perfection—in every way.
Somehow, I held on to my control and didn’t roll her beneath me again. She was nervous, and I couldn’t blame her. I’d always had to be careful so I didn’t accidentally hurt anyone. And if I hurt her, it would kill me.
I let her have her fun exploring my body, rubbing herself against me. I was barely holding on, but I would have done it for hours if I needed to.
Then juicy lips wrapped around the head of my cock. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and I prayed. “Baby, please,” I choked out. I’d never begged a girl before, but fuck, I was at that moment. I needed to feel her pussy surrounding my shaft, needed to be balls deep inside her wonderland before I snapped and fucked her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk for days.
With a whimper, she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock as much as she could and started to lower herself onto me. She was so wet, so soft, so fucking tight. I reached my hands above my head, knotting my fingers together when I didn’t find anything to hold on to, trying to keep from reaching for her and impaling her on my cock so I could feel all of her stretched around my girth.
Slowly, inch by torturous inch, Mila glided down then lifted. Each downward stroke of her pussy gave her a little more as she fucked herself on my cock. Her moans were driving me closer to the edge of insanity; the way her inner walls were already contracting to
ld me she was close to coming again.
With a soft cry, she finally seated herself fully. Sweat was rolling down her brow and glistening on her chest. When I licked my lips, I tasted the salt of my own sweat and prayed I didn’t pass out when I came because I knew it was going to be cataclysmic.
“Ah fuck, Lyric. I can feel all of you. You’re so damn big. It hurts, but it feels so fucking amazing.” She rocked her hips, and I silently begged the world to stay on its axis for just a little longer. Just until she came again, and I felt her cream flooding over my cock.
I focused on her face, the way her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink and her eyes were bright and glittery. She pressed her hands against my abs, steadying herself, and when she rocked her hips again, her head fell back, causing her hair to tickle my thighs as she cried out my name. “Lyric!”
Her release hit her then, causing her inner muscles to lock around my shaft so hard I couldn’t breathe through the pleasure for a few seconds. Her nails bit into my abs, but I didn’t feel the sharp sting. When her pussy released its stranglehold on my cock, she slumped forward, dropping onto my chest and gasping for air.
And I couldn’t hold back another moment. Locking my arms around her back, I thrust up into her over and over until I exploded deep inside her. A soft, contented mewl leaving her was the last thing I remembered as I fell into darkness from the best orgasm of my fucking life.
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When I opened my eyes again, the room felt empty. Lifeless.
Groaning, I lifted my head and looked dazedly at the digital clock beside the bed.
Noon.
“Fuck,” I groaned and sat up. “Mila? Babe, you hungry?”
Getting no response, I walked naked into the sitting room, only to find it empty. The clothes I’d taken off her the night before—or rather, during the early hours of the morning—were gone.
And there, on the floor where it must have fallen when I’d picked her up to take her to bed, was the wrapped condom.
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