Page 141 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

“Where were we?” he asked, tickling his nose down her neck, over her collarbone.

“Breaking rules,” Lyric teased.

Henry lifted his head, narrowed his eyes at her, and… shrugged.

“What, you have a rule breaking kink or something?” she teased, half laughing.

Henry paused, collected her wrists in his hold, and placed them above her head before leaning back to meet her eyes. “And if I do?”

Lyric’s breath escaped her at the scorching heat in his touch, his gaze. “Tell me what rules to break—”

He cut off her words by lowering his head, his lips plucking at hers with a single—no, two, three—short kisses before she parted her lips beneath his. He slid his tongue inside her mouth, and they dueled before he explored every inch of her he could.

Breath was a casualty, one she didn’t miss until he pulled away and continued downward.

Lyric had half a mind to pull him back up, to taste his lips even more, but he was already parting her thighs. Already drifting a single fingertip along her lips, dipping inside to spread her wetness.

Even now, he seemed so in control, methodical in the way he sought her pleasure. Lyric wanted to see Henry without all that control, wanted to wrest it from him and hold it hostage, make him weak with want for once.

Instead, it was Lyric who quivered under his touch. But not for long.

Lyric sat up, wrapped her fingers around Henry’s wrist, and pulled him away from her.

“Do you want to stop?” he questioned, his brow furrowed in worry.

This alpha wanted nothing but to take care of her, but for once, she wanted to take care of him.

“Not at all,” she answered, and pushed on his opposite shoulder until he was lying on the bed. She straddled his waist, his hard length pressed between them, hot and promising against her core.

Lyric slid herself against him, unable to resist the tease, the promise. His jaw clenched, and his fingers framed her hips in a threat.

With a knowing grin, Lyric lowered her head and pressed her lips to his skin. She sipped the water droplets from him, though they were few and far between as she made her way south.

His nipples called her name, and she slid to the side, peering up at him as she wrapped her lips around his right nipple and the barbell piercing it. The metal was cold on her tongue, but it heated quickly as she laved it.

Henry hummed in his throat, encouraging her, and she flicked her tongue over the metal. Goosebumps rippled over his skin at the tease, so she did it again and again, until she was satisfied with the hard nub.

When she let him go with a soft pop and a proud smirk, she met his gaze and found an expression that said, “You better take that talent south, now.”

Luckily for him, that was exactly what Lyric planned to do.

Lyric trailed her lips downward, over the hills and valleys of his abs. The V of his hips was too enticing to ignore, and she sucked and nipped at his skin until he emitted a grunt.

An odd sense of pride filling her chest, she continued, the hot heat of his cock brushing against her chin and cheeks as she kissed all around him.

His hands flexed over her head, and she could sense his desire to thread his fingers in her hair and lead her where she wanted him. But he didn’t, which meant he still had total control of himself.

Lyric would have to fix that.

Wrapping her fingers around his girth, Lyric stood him up and ghosted her lips across the head, barely tasting the droplet of precum that dotted the tip.

His hips jumped, just barely, and one of his hands slid to the sheets to grip the fabric, while he brushed her hair to one shoulder with the other and held it out of her way.

Lyric licked at the tip like an ice cream cone before sliding her lips down his length. He gasped, his chest rising and falling along with her as she bobbed her head slightly. Just enough to get him wet, and then she slid her hand up his length to follow her lips.

She began a rhythm that had no tempo, because she designed it to drive him crazy. Just when he thought he could predict her, tighten his grip in her hair and pull her on and off his cock, she would pause. Stroke him with her hand and play with his balls.

Then she’d swallow him again, widen her throat, and take him as deep as she could. It was addicting, him, his reactions.