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Lyric hesitates for a moment, then wraps both arms around my neck, tugs me in even closer until our bodies are aligned, and kisses me. But the kiss is frantic, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, like we’re both starving. He then pulls away, his eyes glazed with heat and desire. “Let’s start now.”
I’m all for that. “You got it, brat. Now strip,” I order, all of my teasing gone. I step back to give him space to remove the rest of his clothes, while I quickly shed mine. As I undress, I watch him. “You are so beautiful.”
“Am I?” he says, looking at me over his bare shoulder, surprise lighting his eyes. Then his attention drops from my face to my hand, which is stroking my already hard dick, and his eyelashes flutter. He bends over and quickly removes his pants and underwear, exposing his bare ass to me.
I groan out a, “Fuck. I so miss your fine ass.”
In three strides, I’m on Lyric before he changes his mind. “I have a feeling we need to make this quick,” I admit, turning him around and taking his mouth with a ravenous demand.
“I agree.” He wraps one leg around my hip. “Now fuck me.”
“Brat,” I growl in lust as I pick Lyric up and carry him the few steps to the bed. I lower him onto the mattress and order, “Lube and condom.”
Lyric reaches over to the nightstand, opens the drawer, and pulls out a single condom packet and a small bottle of lube and drops the items next to us.
“Now get on all fours. I want to see that ass again.”
Lyric whimpers and gets on his hands and knees, his ass facing me.
“So pretty.” I glide my open palm across his left cheek before I smack it hard. “That’s for leaving me without a word.”
“We don’t have—”
I cut him off with another smack, this time on his right cheek, hard enough to leave a light handprint welt across his skin, then I rub the area, “That’s for making me wait all this time to fuck you.”
Lyric moans, dipping his head down onto the mattress. “Do it again.”
“It will be my pleasure,” I say, and smack him in the same spot two more times before I smack a different area on his ass. “How does this feel?”
“Rafe, damn it, fuck me already.”
“Prep—”
“Fuck prepping. I want the burn,” he says over his shoulder, before he drops his head down.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I say that, but I don’t mean it. As much as Lyric is into pain, I don’t want him to hurt that way. Punishing him for leaving without a word brings back the last time I fucked him, in the bathroom on the tour bus. I’d given him everything I knew he loved. The rough play and the hard fucking he wanted—we both wanted.
But inflicting pain for revenge, as punishment for leaving me without a word, is a line I never want to cross.
With two fingers, I prep him, stretching his hole until he begins to protest. Then I roll on the condom, lube my dick and slide inside him.
Our fucking is fast, body to body. I thrust forward as he pushes backward, meeting me half way. And before either of us want it to end, I come with a shout. Lyric groans and comes in his hand.
Chapter Fourteen
Lyric
Ilay in bed, my body sore but blissed out from the slaps across my ass cheeks and the hard fucking Rafe gave me.
Heaving a deep sigh, I finally admit the truth to myself. I missed our connection. Not only does he get me out of my head, but my muscles are relaxed and I can breathe. There’s no tension left from the drama that took place less than an hour ago.
“What are you thinking about?” Rafe turns onto his side and studies me. Sometimes, his eyes are unnerving, especially when he looks at me with such passion.
“Nothing,” I lie and turn away, feeling suddenly strange about the way I’m thinking about Rafe. I never thought about love before. Hadn’t expected to find it, really. But the way he uses my body is just like how he plays his electric guitar on stage: intense and with absolute focus. No wonder I’m falling fast for this man.
However, what I find most compelling, what settles easy and deep in my gut, isn’t the sex. I didn’t realize it until now but Rafe centers me in a way that no man ever has. He’s become my safety net. A lifeline, keeping me from drowning in the hectic thoughts that always float around in my head.
Yet, he continues to drives me bat shit crazy.
