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I lie there, feeling frozen and heavy after the fireworks Ray set off in my central nervous system. “Come here,” I manage to say, and he complies, crawling up my body and supporting his weight on his forearms. When he kisses me again, I can taste myself on his lips.
I like who I am with this man, wanton and honest, open and exposed. He feels so safe, and not because he’s a friend of a friend, but because he seems to see me, to understand me, and want me more because of what he finds.
“Lyra, you’re the best birthday present I could have ever imagined.” Ray rolls one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and we both watch as he plays with my breasts.
“You’re a pretty good find,” I manage to say, gasping when he pinches my hardening tips. As he continues to play, I reach for the drawer and pull out one of the condoms. “I usually need the lube, too,” I start to say as I tear open the packet.
Ray grins. “I think it’s pretty safe to say I primed the pump today. But you tell me if anything is uncomfortable.”
He shimmies out of his boxers and we both work to roll the condom down his length. My hand feels small in his, our fingers entwined around the pulsing heat of his shaft. When he lines up his tip and begins to slide inside me, I realize I really am quite wet for him. “Oh, oh Ray!” He slides inside me, gliding right down to the base until his hips are touching mine.
“Perfection,” he mutters, holding himself still and swallowing. I watch the muscles of his throat, wondering why I never spent more time staring at a man’s throat before. It’s so sexy watching him breathe and swallow, as the tendons flex while Ray tries to control himself.
“Let go,” I tell him. “Fuck me, Ray.”
He nods and starts to move. I dig my fingers into his butt cheeks as he pumps, lifting my own hips to crash against him. The friction is perfect, and he sways side to side slightly with each thrust, rubbing me just the right way. “Is this good?” He pauses and stares into my eyes and I feel a connection, something cellular imploding as I nod and lift my head to kiss him.
We continue writhing together, rocking and moaning and rubbing until Ray starts to roll us. “Oh, yes, please.” I wind up on top of him and take a moment to adjust my body, spreading my thighs wider and placing my palms on his chest.
“Oh fuck, Lyra, this view!” Ray’s hands are everywhere, on my thighs and trailing up my stomach, squeezing my breasts before he flops his head back onto my pillow.
I start to ride him, rocking forward until the pressure increases. I move with tiny thrusts, squeezing him, feeling my wetness seep out between us. This is the most irresponsible thing I’ve ever done—bring home a man I barely know and have sex with him the same night. And it feels incredible. Not just physically, but incredible in every sense. Like a new path is beginning, a fresh start for me. I let go of any remaining inhibitions and ride him until he curses and digs his hands into my legs. I feel him swell and start to shudder and I know he’s filling the condom.
“Lyra,” he groans as I say his own name back to him, coming again. It’s different this time. Deeper, longer, wider waves of pleasure.
I collapse forward, exhausted, and he gently lifts me so he slides out of my body. Rayland folds his arms around me and sighs. I press a hand over his heart and I can hear it beating, my very own cacophony for midnight on New Year’s Eve.
6
RAYLAND
“That was seriouslymy best birthday in years.” I lie beside Lyra, running my fingers through her hair, tracing my hand along her shoulder. She adjusts her body so she’s on her side, gazing at me. She looks pretty damn satisfied.
“That was definitely the best New Year’s Eve I’ve had in decades.”
“Decades? How many are we talking here? Can’t be more than three, right?” I laugh at the idea of tiny baby Lyra having a terrible New Year’s Eve.
She smiles and burrows in deeper against my side. “It’s apparently a new year right now,” she murmurs.
“Ah. Yes it is.” I can hear people on the streets shouting, banging things. It sounds like the city is setting off their typical fireworks display over the river, too. “Can you see the fireworks from your place?”
Lyra cracks open one eye. “Uh, yes. But we’d have to get out of bed and move to the living room.” She sets a palm on my chest. I nod, uncertain I could make it all the way out there without stopping to rest. It took us ages to get to the bathroom to clean up after our own fireworks display.
“I guess we can just imagine what they look like.”
She stretches. “I don’t really have to imagine, Rayland. I felt the explosion.”
“Glad I could light your fuse.” I tug on a piece of her hair and she moans appreciatively. “So, do you do New Year’s Resolutions? What’s Lyra Gwan got on her vision board for this year?”
Lyra takes a deep breath and blows it out. I feel the cool air on my chest and my nipples tighten. “Other than smash the patriarchy?” She taps her fingers on my skin and laughs. “I guess I resolve to never go to one of those parties ever again. I hate them.”
“Huh.” I place a hand over hers and lace our fingers together. “I like that. Can I have the same resolution?”
She sighs and the door pushes open. Emilie prances into the room and jumps onto the bed with us. I place my other arm onto her warm back and Lyra and I coo at the cat for a few minutes. It’s so comfortable here with Lyra. It just feels nice. Lyra bites her lip and meets my eye. “What if we resolve to be each other’s New Year’s companions?”
I nod. “I can get on board with that plan. Especially if there are crackers.”
She laughs. “Trust me. Korean snacks will always appear on holidays.”
