Page 180 of Lyric & the Heartbeats

He turned with a plate in hand, a steamy brownie piled on the plate.

Lyric’s mouth watered, and not just from the alpha stalking toward her.

Javier reached between her legs, and Lyric’s breath caught, until she heard the slide of the drawer, and the edge bumped the back of her knees. Her cheeks flamed as Javi lifted a fork out. He gathered a crumbly piece of brownie on the fork and lifted it toward her lips. His gaze was so intent, the amber as deep as the chocolate of the delight he gifted her. Her teeth clinked against the fork, and she tilted her head back to release the utensil. The warm, gooey brownie melted on her tongue, and she hummed happily. “Wow,” she murmured, gazing up at him.

It was one of those intimate moments rarely experienced outside a cheesy movie. They traded the fork back and forth, trading bites and soft murmurs, chuckles and teases until the plate was empty and Lyric wanted to taste nothing but Javi instead of the brownie.

He set the plate aside and wrapped his arms around her hips, his hands framing her lower back and ass before he pulled her forward. Tilting her head up, Lyric opened her lips to him. He did taste like the brownie, but underneath that, the taste of Javier came through clear and strong. Spicy and citrusy at the same time, he cleansed her palate with kisses and soft touches until she was arching into him and tearing at the hem of his shirt. He stepped back, allowed her to strip it off him, and then it was only fair if he did the same to her. She pulled him close once again, her breasts pressed against his chest, against his warmth.

His kisses were as sweet and decadent as the brownies he’d made, as the dessert he’d made with her in mind.

But Lyric was past sweet, she wanted so much more than that. But before she could aim for the waistband of his pants, he beat her to it, sliding his hands down her spine and slipping them beneath her leggings. He pushed them off her hips, slid them down her thighs, and let them pool on the floor as he slipped off her shoes with them.

“How many kitchen rules are we breaking?” she asked with a mischievous grin. The countertop was cold against her ass.

“None. This isn’t my prep counter,” he explained, and tugged her to the edge of it.

His bulge pressed against her, and Lyric found herself rocking against it, already seeking more than the single orgasm he’d given her. She fumbled at the waistband of his pants, and Javi helped her get them down his thighs, freeing his erection.

The dusky flushed head of his cock was already wet, and Lyric couldn’t help herself. She reached out, wrapped her fingers around him, and stroked. He nudged his hips into her touch, framing her thighs on the counter and rocking into her touch.

She sucked in a breath at the weight of him in her palm, at the way he slid through her fingers with a gasp similar to the ones he’d pulled from her own lips only moments ago.

Rocking her hips closer to him, she was eager to feel him against her, inside her.

“More?” she asked breathlessly.

Javier must have had the same thought, because he lifted her up with ease, though Lyric was the one to guide him to her core.

The blunt head of him pressed against her, and Lyric cried out as he slowly lowered her onto his cock. Inch by inch, he dropped her down until her ass met the tops of his thighs. She clung to him by his shoulders, her nails digging in at the fullness.

But that was only the beginning. He pulled her up, and Lyric felt the delicious drag of him inside her, the way his fingers bit into her thighs, his breath against her neck. Then he thrust up at the same time he pulled her in, shoving a cry from her throat.

“Javi—” Lyric gasped, but then he was moving her, beginning a rhythm that took her breath away with each push and pull of her on his cock.

He felt so good, so right like this, and before she knew it another orgasm was cresting, looming over her with every stroke. And just when it was within reach, just when Lyric’s lips were parting on a cry, Javi pulled her close to his chest, tasted the silent whine on her tongue, and lowered her to the ground.

Her legs were only slightly weak, she’d like to brag, but then Javi pulled her back to him. He slid his hands from her shoulders down her arms until he gripped both of her hands and planted them firmly on the countertop in front of her.

Lyric’s heart pounded, and she wondered if he could feel her pulse against his tongue as he licked and nipped and teased the sensitive skin around her throat and across her shoulders.

Javi bumped her feet apart, and she felt his hot length between her legs again.

“Pajarita, you okay?” he asked.

Lyric nodded, and reached a hand back to grip his hip, to pull him closer, to urge him to hurry up.

His deep chuckle reverberated against her back, and she whined.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured.

Then with a tilt of her hips and a single thrust, he pushed inside her again.

She dropped her hand from his hip and braced herself on the counter as he fucked her. Who knew that gently spoken, sweet Javier could be so… much? In the best way.

“Javi!” she cried out as he tilted her hips again, the head of his cock hitting her g-spot on each thrust and retreat.

With one hand on her hip, he kept up his beautifully punishing rhythm, while the other slid up her side and tweaked her nipple, sending more shivers of pleasure along her body. With each slap of their sweat-slicked skin, Lyric flew higher, sang louder just like the bird Javi often referred to her as.