Page 84 of Twisted Road

Lyric was always thorough in anything she did for him, and she took her time, sucking and kissing, licking, her tongue dancing before he tightened his grip on her scalp, unable to wait another minute for the feel of her lips around his cock.

“Get your lips wet. Your mouth needs saliva, baby. You’ve got something big coming and you’re going to take it all.”

She complied without hesitation, her eyes on his. He loved that. Loved that she was so willing to give him something that had to be scary. For him. She did it for him.

“Open.” He was deliberately gruff. She was going to have to trust him. He’d told her she couldn’t use her hands. He caught her jaw and used pressure to open her mouth, letting her know he intended to be in charge. In one rough move, he thrust his cock into that hot haven of pleasure.

Her mouth was a tight, hot furnace setting him on fire. It took every ounce of control he had to gentle his movements, retreating and then reclaiming the hot tunnel of agonizing tightness. Her gaze clung to his, and the absolute trust there sent his heart into overdrive. He’d never experienced such lust. And he’d never experienced such overwhelming love. The combination of two such intense emotions added to the passion.

“Stop,” Keys ordered. He pulled out of her mouth before he could change his mind. He’d been waiting for over a week for this night, and he wanted it to go the way he’d planned for her.

He helped her sit up, his fingers gently massaging her jaw for a moment, and then he slid onto the blanket, lying flat. “Lie on top of me, your pussy and ass over my chest, and take my cock back in your mouth.” Now his heart was wild, beating nearly out of his chest. His cock was actually painful, it was so hard.

He waited until she complied, her breath warm on his jerking cock. He dragged out another toy, one Storm had designed. It was a very fancy dildo, flashing as though lightning struck over and over. The dildo pulsed to a program, and he eased it into her slick pussy, cramming her full. He waited a moment until she relaxed, allowing her body to accept the feeling of fullness. He turned the toy to the preprogrammed setting. The thing surged into her with a distinct rhythm. Hard. Rough. The way he liked to fuck her. It also held the barest hint of ginger juice. It would burn, not like her ass, but still, it would soak into her soft tissues and provide her with a completely different experience.

“Take my cock as deep as you can. Relax your throat. This time, you’re going to suck me dry and swallow every drop. You’re going to know what it’s like to be stuffed full. Your pussy, your ass and your mouth. It’s the closest you’re ever going to come to having three men, babe. I don’t share. I’d kill a man for putting his hands on you.” He meant that too. He didn’t understand how he could be so possessive, feel as if she were a part of him, the air in his lungs, the heart of him, but he couldn’t do without her. He’d never harm her, he loved her too much, but any other man touching her wouldn’t fare so well.

She was already helplessly lifting her hips in time to the driving dildo. He shoved his cock into her mouth and picked up the same rhythm. Then, catching the thick base of the ginger root, he began to fuck her in counterpoint to the dildo. He wasn’t gentle; he fucked her the way he would have had his cock been there.

He felt the streaks of lightning jolting through his body. His balls were already tight. Her mouth felt like a fucking miracle, tight and hot and wet clamped around him. He pushed deeper and met resistance.

“Fucking relax, baby. Take me down your throat.” His cock swelled as he fucked her hard with the ginger root and kicked up the tempo of the dildo.

He was tuned to her, and she was close, so close. He wanted her to come huge, to match him as he exploded down her throat. Keys reached down and caught one of the nipple clamps and yanked it free. He could almost feel the fire as it spread through her body straight to her pussy. Her entire core reacted, the strength of her orgasm almost terrifying.

His body matched hers, exploding with her, pouring his seed down her throat. So much of it, holding himself there, pulsing and jerking while she did her best to swallow. He yanked the other clamp off her nipple and her body nearly convulsed, this series of quakes strong and lasting for some time. He wanted to be in there while that tsunami rolled through her. He wanted to be everywhere in her, a part of her. The explosive orgasm felt ridiculously cosmic, as if they were forever forged together.

They clung to each other as they came down from the incredible high, breathing deeply to pull air into their starving lungs. The moment he could find the strength, he removed first the dildo and then, very carefully, once more using a glove, the ginger root. He bagged it and packed the toys away to clean when they reached the house.

Keys cleaned her carefully, using a soothing edible oil in her ass and pussy. She’d drained him dry, and she’d swallowed just the way he’d told her. He knew he’d pushed her further than she’d ever been, taking his cock when he was really too big for the games he liked to play. But she’d done it.

He cleaned her with care, taking his time, soothing her nipples with cream, kissing her over and over. Giving her ice-cold water. Eventually, when he was certain her aching body was taken care of, he once more reached into his bag of tricks to pull out a flannel shirt.

“You’re shivering. Are you all right?” He tipped her face up to his. “You all right with what we did? Talk to me, babe.”

She waited a moment and then nodded again. “It was scary.”

That wasn’t enough for him. He needed to know if she liked what they did. “It was,” he conceded. “Fortunately, you like scary. You like new and different and dirty. That was an introduction to dirty.” He said that for her so she wouldn’t have to. She always tried to be honest with him, even when he asked a direct question and it would embarrass her to respond out loud. “But was it too much?” That was the real question he needed an answer to.

She did her usual slow assessment of her emotions and then he got her small smile, and the tension in him eased as she shook her head. “It was amazing, although I wouldn’t want it all the time.”

He couldn’t help giving her his smug grin. “I like when you go off like a rocket.”

“It burned and yet felt amazing,” she admitted. “At first, I didn’t think it was going to be good, but you always manage to make me explode. That was…unbelievable.”

“Arms around my neck, Wildfire.” He picked her up, cradling her close. “Time for a soak in the tub and then bed for you.”

“For both of us,” she corrected, shoving her face against his neck.

“Both of us,” he agreed.

Nineteen

Lyric had opened beauty salons in three different locations. Each had been very small, and she’d done so without fanfare. This was crazy, with drones overhead, a reporter and photographer and all of Torpedo Ink present with their women and children. There were balloons and party favors. The salon was crowded, the sidewalk bursting with people who had turned out from not only the Caspar community but also Sea Haven. The back patio was filled to overflowing.

Lyric recognized a few of the members from the Trinity chapter of Torpedo Ink, and it surprised her that they would go to the trouble of making the trip just for the opening of the salon of a club member’s girlfriend. A few gave her a brief salute but didn’t actually enter the salon. She didn’t blame them. There were so many people that it was not only overwhelming but a little scary. She found herself looking at the fire exits, making certain they were clearly marked.

287 Construction had added a beautiful reception area just as one walked in the door, so her clients could relax and have lemon or cucumber water, organic tea or just carbonated water if they had to wait. Lana had shown Lyric several chairs to choose from for that waiting room, and all of them were so comfortable and felt welcoming; it had been exciting, but difficult to choose. She loved the end results.