I bend my knees and spread my legs wide for him. I use two fingers to swirl around my clit as I arch toward him. My other palm grazes the sensitive skin around my nipple before pinching it to make it hard.
Waylon is watching me with an intensity I’ve never known. His dark eyes bounce from my face to my chest and then lower, where I’m working myself over. My arousal coats myfingers as I get closer to an orgasm. I can feel it building low in my stomach.
“I don’t want to come like this, Waylon,” I say, gasping.
“What makes you think this is the only one you’re getting?” He asks. He nods his head toward me, urging me to keep going. His expression is giving caged animal waiting to be cut loose. And I really fucking love it.
I lie back and close my eyes, focusing on feeling the pleasure I’m experiencing. I push my fingers deep inside my pussy and drag them back out, then swirl around my clit again. My legs shake and a whimper escapes me.
“Fuck, Waylonnnnn,” I yell as I begin to orgasm. My muscles contract and flex as he climbs onto the bed and dives face first between my legs, sucking my clit into his mouth mid-orgasm.
“Oh my goddddd!” I tug at his hair as my legs squeeze against him, but he forces them back open.
He licks and sucksthroughmy orgasm, causing a ripple effect. Before I know what’s happening, I’m having a second orgasm. My body feels like it’s going to rip itself apart, and Waylon is the only thing holding it together. With his mouth.
He holds onto me tightly as I gasp for air and grab at the sheets. My toes curl in so hard, they may never be the same again.
I leave my body for a second, float around, say hello to my dead mother, return to my body, and then—for the first time since he started touching me—I suck in a full, deep breath.
“Jesus, man,” I say, huffing.
Waylon crawls farther up and rests his head between my tits. He pushes his knee between my legs and shifts his weight so he’s not crushing me. It’s very comfortable and quite soothing to me as I try to calm down.
He smooths his palm over my waist and hip, nuzzling his scruffy cheek against my bare chest.
“We’re not done,” he says, lifting to his elbow.
He stares down at me for a moment with a strange look on his face. His eyes feel like they’re searching mine for something. Very gently, he tilts my chin up with his knuckle and brushes his lips against mine. It’s tender. Different.
I close my eyes and weave my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to me. His words echo in my mind.Kiss me like nothin’ else matters.
I kiss him slowly, deeply. My tongue flicks against his, and I suck his bottom lip between my teeth. I reach down between us and slide my hand over the head of his cock. He twitches and groans, sucking in a breath.
“Jesus, fuck,” he whispers.
Waylon tries to nibble at my neck as I guide him off me and to his back. He reaches for me like he’s going to pull me on top of him, but I smack his hand away as I sink my knees between his legs.
My nails scrape over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, slowly making circles from his knee all the way up to his groin.
“Put your hands behind your head,” I command him as I runmy fingertips over his balls and up his shaft. He obeys, even as he arches into my touch.
I slide my hand around him, gripping him tightly at the base of his dick. I don’t break eye contact as I slide my tongue around the head, swirling all around the tip. With my other hand, I grip his balls and tug on them gently.
Waylon’s eyes dance with pleasure as he fights to maintain control of himself. He sucks in a breath, biting his bottom lip.
“Fuck, Lyric,” he hisses.
I spit on his cock and use the pad of my thumb to spread it over the very tip of him. He thrusts forward, silently begging for more.
Waylon throws his head back, whimpering as I shove him deep into my throat. I’ve never heard a man whimper before, and it is the most intoxicating sound. It’s my new favorite thing, and I want to hear him do it again and again.
I wiggle my tongue against his shaft as I take him as deep as he’ll go. Then I back off, swirling my tongue just around the tip. He twitches and jerks under the alternating intensity of deep throating him and then the featherlight tongue action as I repeat the pattern.
I replace my mouth with my hands so I can look up at him more completely. With my hand tight around his shaft, I study his expression. Pure pleasure. Ecstasy even. Fuck, that’s hot.
“You’re a good boy keeping your hands to yourself.”
His eyes light up with what can only be described as carnal fire. He’s a feral thing, too proud to beg for release.
