The moment we arrive back at the house, Lyric is on a mission. I follow her to the bedroom and watch as she tears through her bags until she pulls out a tiny black bikini. I shut the door behind me and groan. She doesn’t even have the thing on yet and I’m already planning how I’ll get it off her.
“What’d you have in mind there, babe?”
Her eyes carry a wicked gleam. “Skinny dipping is out of the question since everyone is home.” She tosses my swim trunks at me and starts peeling off her clothes. “Let’s go swimming.”
Her tits are bare and beautiful in front of me. It’s instinct for me to touch them. I approach and wrap my arms around her from behind. She giggles as I slide my hands up her smooth skin and grab hold of her breasts, squeezing while pushing into her ass with my hips.
“Wolf,” she warns, before turning around and slipping her arms around my neck. She kisses my neck right below my chin. “Swimming first,” she whispers, huskily before I hear her swallow. “And then I want you to handcuff me to the bed and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
She pulls away to secure her bikini top, a flirtatious smile lighting up her face. My hand dips down to my waistband, and I remove my shorts before grabbing my cock and stroking it slowly. “I can do that now, babe. The pool will still be there after the world ends.”
She eyes my length and bites her lip, stifling a laugh. “You better hurry your ass up.” She walks toward the French doors and pushes them open, then takes off running toward the pool. I watch in amusement as she tucks her knees up and wraps her arms around them before landing in the pool with a splash.
Cheers erupt from outside, and that’s when I realize there’s a party happening by the pool. I scramble to pull on my shorts and join Lyric in the water. She’s already doing a lap toward Terese, Derrick, Stryder, Melanie, and Lorraine when I get in. Misty is sitting at the edge with her legs swinging beneath the water as she sips from a beer can, her golden hair streaked with pink highlights. Probably Melanie’s doing.
Everyone else is scattered around the giant yard, drinking, dancing and having fun. It’s the first night everyone seems to be letting loose. Or maybe it’s the first time Lyric and I are going to join them. That is why I booked this place, after all. Every now and then we get time off, but we rarely get time off together.
“Wolf, catch!” Hedge says from the deck. A beer can zooms toward my head and I catch it easily, cracking it open as I walk-swim toward my friends scattering in and around the pool.
Lyric’s all smiles as she slides up to me and wraps her arms around my neck. Her legs lock around my waist and her head tilts flirtatiously. “Hi, sexy.”
My heart beats like crazy, and I’m unable to suppress the smile that breaks out across my face. This side of Lyric is pretty fucking incredible. Confident, sexy … ignoring the weight of the world that could be weighing her down.
“Hi yourself,” I respond. I study her expression for any signs of stress.
She catches my examination and laughs. “I’m happy,” she confirms, reading my mind. “For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m right where I should be.”
“Because of your father?”
She nods and leans in an inch. “And because of you.” Her eyes move from my eyes to my lips and back up again, almost bashfully. The shit this woman does to me is insane. “You make this big, cold world feel safe when I’m wrapped up in your arms. I’ll never give that up, Wolf.”
My chest swells, heavy with love, adoration, and trust. Trust … the final piece of this crazy relationship we’ve found ourselves wrapped in. I finally feel it. I put my beer down at the edge of the pool and grab Lyric’s face, pulling her mouth toward mine. It’s an innocent kiss. I just want to show her how much I love her after being unable to say those words since the first night they passed my lips. I needed to be sure that she wouldn’t slip away from me again at the next sign of disaster.
Lyric’s hands begin to roam my body—first my chest, then my arms. I love when she feels the need to run her hands all over me, but when she sticks her hand down the back of my shorts and squeezes my ass, I’m pretty sure it’s time to drag her out of this pool.
I deepen the kiss instead, exploring her mouth with my tongue. Sucking, pulling, and nipping at her lower lip as I push against her and groan into her mouth, letting her know what she’s doing to me.
“Hey lovers, get a room.” Terese floats up to us, and I want to growl in protest, but Lyric’s already pulling away from my mouth and turning to her friend.
If it weren’t dark out, my hard-on would be a problem. Thank God for the cover of night. I take a second to breathe and calm the erection that is more than ready to take full advantage of my girl.
A deep chuckle comes from a few feet away. I look up to find an amused Derrick nodding at me with his beer raised in a silent toast. My eyes narrow in his direction, and he laughs knowingly.
“Dude, our session today was the shit. You’re going to love it!” Stryder says, swimming up next to Derrick. He takes a pull of his beer and sets it on the edge.
That’s right. The session today. The one I walked out on. Once again, my mind is in the fucking clouds because of Lyric.
“I can’t wait to hear it tomorrow,” I say. “Mitch said it was great. Sorry I had to leave.”
Derrick waves it off. “Nah, you had shit to take care of. You can lay down the rest of your vocals tomorrow, and that leaves Thursday for final tweaks after Vana mixes a rough cut. You know what that means?” He looks between me and Stryder, eyes bright even in the darkness. “We get a three-day break before we head to Europe. Can you imagine? We can have the biggest fucking party.”
Hedge must overhear us because he lets out a high-pitched whooping noise from the swimup bar several yards away, grabs a fifth of alcohol from over the counter, and begins pouring a round of shots. Maurice, our bartender just shakes his head in amusement.
Lyric turns to the edge of the pool, grabs my beer, and finishes it off before taking a couple of shot glasses from Hedge’s tray and winking at him. Hedge winks back, and I remember the crush he had on my girl. Aside from the other night at the hotel, it never worried me. If anything, it just made me up my game whenever the two of them were in the same room together.
I laugh at the memory and take the shot Lyric hands me. Throwing a look at Hedge, I grin. “Dude, you are way too good at this bartending job. Don’t get any ideas.”
He shrugs. “Someone’s gotta be the life of the party. I’m surrounded by couples that wanna fuck nonstop.”
Throwing my head back, I laugh and point my finger at him. “The love bug is going to bite your ass one of these days. Just you wait. I bet you find yourself a hot European on tour and worship her for the rest of your bushy-haired life.”
Hedge rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Not going to happen, fuckface. Just cause you have monogamous dick doesn’t mean you need to spread that shit around like herpes.”
“Ironically, it’s the monogamous ones that don’t spread herpes, you shit. C’mon. Let’s take these shots. And then I need to take care of my girl.” I wink to rub it in a little further, not that it actually bothers him. Hedge probably has a girl—or two—on the way to the house right now.
Back in the pool, we toast and toss back our shots. My arms are wrapped around an already tipsy Lyric, her back to my front. I’m slyly walking us toward the edge of the pool. My erection, which is still going strong, is telling us it’s time to take this party inside.
My face moves to her neck so I can nuzzle her wet skin, and then I bite down on her shoulder. “You should know I’ve been hard since you made that comment about the handcuffs. I’m hurting here, babe.”
She laughs and wiggles against me playfully. “Shouldn’t we try to socialize a little? You know, with other people.”
Hell no. I look around. “Looks like everyone is busy. I need you in my bed. Now.” I nip at her shoulder again and snake my hand down her stomach until I’m in her bikini bottoms. I only graze her clit before pulling away.
She tenses, and a tiny breath escapes her mouth. I don’t need to look at Lyric to know she’s frustrated too. That’s when I know I’m winning.
“Suit yourself,” I say, making my way around her to lift myself onto the edge of the pool. “Take your time. Socialize. I have a problem to take care of.”
Chuckling to myself, I climb out of the pool and let myself in the French doors of our bedroom, heading toward the master bath. I’m not really going to take care of myself. I’ll wait for Lyric, but I hope she hurries her sexy ass up or I’ll be blue balling it for a while.
After washing my hands, I leave the bathroom to find my Lyric standing there. The doors and curtains leading to the patio are shut behind her but the bedside lamp is on, illuminating her wet, naked body as she stands next to the bed holding the fuzzy pink handcuffs.
“Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath. The look in her eye tells me she wants this just as much as I do. “You’re trying to kill me.” I walk toward her and grab the handcuffs from her as I take in her perfect curves. Lyric’s body deserves to be cherished. And that’s exactly what I’m about to do.
“Take control.” Her voice is raspy. “Do your worst, Wolf.” She leans into me and places a kiss on my chest as her hands finger the waistband of my shorts. She undoes the string and tugs the material down my waist, freeing my needy cock.
“I want this,” she says, batting her eyelashes, and I almost let go right there.
My beautiful girl is giving up control. Something has changed in her, and I love it. I love that she’s trusting me with everything, especially with pleasing her. But I also know it’s the distraction she’s after. I saw it in the pool, when my reserved girl became a chatterbox, floating from one person to the next. She’s suppressing the hurt, and if she needs me to help keep her thoughts from drifting to the surface, even for a night, that’s exactly what I’ll do.
“I can do that.” I kiss her cheek, careful not to touch any other part of her. Not yet. “Sit against the headboard.”
Her breaths are heavy as she turns to face the bed, but I wrap my arms around her before she can move. “Go slow. I want to see your ass in the air.”
When she starts to climb onto the bed, I see her body tremble a little. There’s no bigger turn on than watching the way Lyric reacts to my demands.
I give her ass a smack. Water droplets spray in all directions, and I groan at the pink mark my hand leaves on her soft skin. She sways slowly, deliciously, as she crawls up the bed before turning and propping herself up against the headboard. I swallow when she spreads her legs, her perfect pussy glistening and begging for my attention.
I move quickly onto the bed, taking one of her wrists and placing it above her head, locking her to the bar of the headboard with the first cuff. My breaths are heavy and quick. I’m too fucking turned on to play around right now. I capture her second wrist and place it near the first, locking this one in place too.
My mouth skims her lips and lands above her ear, but I’m careful not to touch her.
“Just tell me if it gets too intense, okay?”
Her eyes widen in surprise, but she nods. I smile and reach for the bedside table where I stashed the oil. Lyric prefers to be on top, something I’ll never complain about. I’ve never let anyone else take control, but Lyric handles me like she was made for me, tending to my needs while she moves wildly above me. And man, can she move. I especially love when she pulls her hands through her hair and tugs when she’s lost in the feel of me.
But this right here is out of her comfort zone. I know what it means for her to give up control like this, and that only makes it that much better.
“First rule,” I say, squirting some oil on her chest.
“There are rules?” she asks, her eyes wide.
I grin. “Yeah, babe. My game, my rules.” I eye her, silently telling her I mean business. “First rule. Your eyes stay open. I want you to watch everything I’m about to do to you.” I lean down to make sure I get the point across so that I’m at her ear. “No matter what. Other than blinking, your eyes stay open. Got it?”
She nods, and I hear her swallow.
I chuckle and move back to a sitting position, rubbing in the oil around her rib cage and then up to her chest. Her breasts are full and firm and ready as I flatten my hand over one, tweaking her nipple when I get there. I can feel her legs spread further apart below me. I lean forward, letting my length push into her belly as I kiss her deeply, giving and taking all at once. Her groans become moans and then whines as she jiggles on the cuffs.
She’s already going crazy and we’ve just begun our little game. My lips move from her mouth to her neck and then down to her breasts. As I suck on her nipple, she moves beneath me. I look up and see that her eyes are drooping to a close, so I bite gently down, making her gasp out a scream.
“Eyes open,” I command. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Her eyes open wide and her breathing quickens. Exactly how I want her. Panting and restless. It’s going to feel so good when I unleash on her. But the torture leading up to that moment is what makes it so satisfying.
I lather her in even more oil, massaging it into each breast, then her stomach, and then her legs, one by one. My hands are slick when I slip a finger down her center and into her entrance, finding her depths and flicking fast as she gyrates below me.
“So wet, babe. What are we going to do about this?” I add a second finger and listen as she moans.
My other hand palms her stomach, moving down it until my thumb covers her clit. It’s intensity I’m going for, and I know I’m succeeding when her mouth parts and her breaths become pants. When her eyes find mine again, they’re dark and needy. Her stomach muscles and skin ripple as she clenches and unclenches, going crazy under my touch.
I bite my lip and scoot down the bed so my mouth is directly above her slick opening. “Eyes open, babe. I’m about to eat your pretty pussy, and you’re going to watch me.”
Then I taste her, licking from the bottom of her slit to the top before licking my lips. She shudders beneath me. I blow on her gently, causing another scream to leave her mouth.
“It’s too much, Wolf.”
I chuckle again and shake my head. “I’m just getting started, babe. Don’t make me give you rule number two.”
She pouts and looks at me with need in her eyes. “There’s more?”
I nod and kiss her pussy before sucking her clit into my mouth. I let go and grin. “You can moan, talk dirty, tell me harder, softer, more. You can scream. I don’t think you’ll be able to help that. Other than that, no talking.”
She takes a deep breath and bites down on her lip. I want to laugh again at the desperation on her face. Instead, I concentrate on tasting every inch of Lyric’s clit as I pump her with my fingers. Flicking my tongue and sucking her into my mouth again, I can feel her tense and relax beneath me.
She lets out a gurgled scream as I drive her over the edge with my mouth. I don’t go easy on her. Not tonight. I torture the first orgasm out of her, slowly at first, and then when I feel her about to unravel, I unleash hell, pumping furiously.
Her convulsions seem to last forever as she shakes and screams like no one can hear her. She throws out my name like a curse word, only making me want to punish her with another orgasm.
“You’re trying to kill me,” she pants.
I laugh at her urgency. “No, babe. No one’s dying today.”
She throws her head back in frustration, moving her pelvis up so it grinds into my face. With my hands, I push her hips down on the bed and then run them up her torso, my mouth latching onto her breast again. “I’d flip you over, but I’m not taking those cuffs off. This is too much fun.” I grin and move so that I’m in between her legs.
“I need you,” she says.
This time, my confidence goes out the window. Her pleading reaches into my heart and squeezes. She’s so damn beautiful.
The water from the pool has dried on her skin, but the moisture of her body’s sweat has replaced it. She’s glistening, and I can practically see every inch of her tingling.
I can’t stay away anymore. I hover above her and lean into her mouth to kiss her as I slide in between her legs. She moans happily into my mouth.
My thrusts are slow and deep, and I pull back for a second to look her in the eyes. She’s looking back at me with a love so deep, so pure, that I’m caught in the moment. This woman is it for me. She’s my everything.
Before Lyric, music was my everything, but as much as I loved it, it became a way to fill a dark void of depression within me. I suffocated in my music because it was better to drown in that than in darkness.
Then Lyric came along, and she not only filled my void with light, but also gave music a new meaning. My music may have been good before, but now, it breathes life.
My eyes are still locked on Lyric, my body still rocking deeply into hers. Before I think about it again, I remove the handcuffs and bring myself back down to her lips, kissing her hard as she moans and wraps her arms around me, running her fingernails up the length of my back. I need Lyric’s touch as much as she needs me inside her right now. We suffocate each other with tightly woven limbs, our oiled bodies moving as one. Not a crack of air between us.
She removes her mouth from mine. “Is the game over?”
I look at her again and smile. “No games, babe. I just needed you to touch me.” My nose skims hers, my heart pounding like a fucking gorilla on its cage. “I love you.” I push into her again and growl into her neck, “So fucking much.”
She bites down on my skin and reaches around, feeling for my ass and squeezing. “I love you too.” Her legs spread even wider and she pushes me deeper inside her. Holy fuck. When her muscles contract, I’m ready to come.
We move together, fucking like there’s no tomorrow as she greets each of my movements. I’m warning her of my release and she nods, telling me she’s ready too.
It doesn’t take long before we’re swallowing each other’s moans and she’s begging for the world to end, just one more time.