Lost Lyric (Found in Oblivion Book 4)

by Cari Quinn

  “It’s going to feel so good when I get in there. When I replace those little balls. I can see your lips now. So swollen and wet. So pink and perfect. And when I slide in there, you’re going to go off so goddamn quick. I’m going to have to hold you down on my lap.”

  “I hate you so much.” She sawed her palm up and down the leg of her jeans. All she had to do was slip her fingers inside. She could just finish off with a flick of her fingers. No one would know.

  “What are you doing?”

  Did he have a goddamn camera up here? She glanced at each corner of the front.

  “Den? You better not be touching yourself.”

  “Do you have a camera up here?”

  “No. But that’s a good idea for next time.”

  “There will be no next time. I’m going to murder you.”

  She concentrated on the horizon line. The endless flat road of the thruway and the stark gray skies. Anything but the music and his voice. “Why did you pick such slow songs?” she finally asked.

  “I don’t want you to finish. I just want you ready for me.”

  “You just want me crazy.”

  “Maybe. It makes us even.”

  “No chance.”

  He laughed. “Just don’t touch yourself. That’s only for me.” The laughter faded out of his tone. “Your pussy is mine.”

  She swallowed. “It’s mine, buddy.”

  “No. It became mine the first time you let me inside you.”

  Her spine stiffened. She wouldn’t be owned. Not ever again.

  “It’ll be my tongue inside your pussy, scooping out that perfect honey-flavored cream. Your skin is so soft and golden, and your scent. God, it’s all I want in my head all damn day. Do you know how crazy it makes me? That I want to be balls deep inside you every moment of the day?”

  “Sounds like a personal problem.”

  He growled in her ear. “Yeah, go ahead and be flippant. That’s your tell every damn time, Colorado. You know exactly how I feel, because you do too, or it wouldn’t make that smart mouth of yours go off.”

  She wanted to shout back that he was wrong, but he wasn’t. Again, the worst part about him knowing her so freaking well.

  “And for lying to me, you’ll take my cock deep in that smart mouth of yours before I give you any relief.”

  Flashes of her ex intruded on the moment. Of her curled up, left alone in his room.

  No.

  She shook her head to clear it. She wouldn’t ever be put in that position again.

  Pushing the boundaries during sex was one thing. But outside of bed, the lines always blurred.

  It was happening again. Or it would unless she slammed on the brakes.

  She hung up on Ryan and flicked out the earbud. Signs for the next exit, as well as how long until the next rest stop, made the decision for her. She downshifted and made her way from the middle lane to the exit. She didn’t have it in her for another thirty-five miles to the next rest stop, so the exit would have to do.

  Five miles and she could walk it off. She could remove these stupid things and go back to normal, goddammit.

  She turned off his player and switched the music to her pop playlist before slamming her phone into the holder on the dash.

  Her phone buzzed again, but she didn’t answer. A slew of texts came through, but she didn’t answer them. He could hold his ass.

  Her body was one freaking big frayed fuse and she let the anger draw away the pure horniness she’d been enjoying a moment before. Right now, she didn’t want anything to do with Ryan Waters.

  She pulled down the microphone. “Bathroom and stretch break. I need a snack.”

  It was late morning and the traffic had let up enough for her to easily change lanes and pull into a strip mall.

  A theater, electronics store, and three eateries would keep the animals entertained. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough parking for the bus except along the back. Usually the long walk was exactly what she needed, but the idea of that many steps to get these damn things out of her made her want to cry.

  And she didn’t cry.

  “Colorado.” His voice was behind her, but she didn’t turn.

  She slapped open the doors and took off across the parking lot. Her only focus was on the doorway to the theater. She could use their bathroom and get herself back to normal. She’s been turned on and left hanging enough times that she could take it. Just not with the stupid things inside her.

  Her pussy trembled and her thighs quivered in reaction. Just walk faster. Get it done. She lengthened her stride and broke into a light jog. It was the only way to keep her thighs together without looking like she had a load in her pants.

  She was going to kill him.

  As she got to the doors, he hooked an arm through hers.

  She looked at him in shock. “Are you for real right now?”

  He frowned down at her. “Definitely.” Then he dragged her over to the ticket booth.

  “Get your hands off me.” She said it out of the side of her mouth because she didn’t want to create a scene. She just wanted space.

  “Oh, no. We’re finishing our conversation. I need to know why you went from loving what I did to this.”

  “Guess I just don’t like games.” She lifted her chin.

  “No. That’s not it.” He dragged her into his chest. “I can feel how hard your nipples are through this shirt. I know you want me.”

  “You have a sex toy doing the work for you, pal.” Her voice was low, but she knew he could hear her. The way his nostrils flared and the flex of his jaw was proof enough. He was mad, and now that made two of them.

  The ticket agent came to the window before Ryan could answer her. He let her go and glanced up at the board and asked for tickets to the lone action movie in the lineup.

  She crossed her arms over her traitorous nipples. “We don’t have—” She shut up when he gave her a look.

  They so didn’t have time for a damn movie. They only took thirty on their driving breaks.

  “Coming?”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “No.”

  “Oh, I think you will. And unless you want me to make a lovely little scene that John Hughes wished he would have written, you’ll follow me into the theater.”

  “You wouldn’t dare. I’ll just scream.”

  “How about you scream in the movie theater instead? Just wait for the gunfire to mask it. Unless you’re a chicken.”

  “Low blow, Waters.” A dare was half the reason they’d gotten into trouble on the trails earlier in the tour.

  He hauled her against him and her breasts tingled again as his fingers slid along her lower back and dipped into the little gap in her jeans. “I’ll make you feel so good. I promise.”

  “After you punish me?”

  He frowned down at her. “What?”

  “Think back half a second, Ryan.”

  His gaze dropped to her mouth and she couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips.

  With his other hand, he slid his thumb along her lower lip. “You mean when I said I’d make you take my cock here in this lush little mouth first?”

  “Yeah, punishment.”

  “Oh, baby, you know it’s only punishment for me. As much as I love your mouth—and tonight I’ll show you just how much—the way your pussy gloves my cock is what dreams are made of.”

  She swallowed. She hadn’t thought of it that way. Just the denial. Always the denial—like Marco.

  She closed her eyes.

  Where Ryan liked to push her boundaries, he never left her in a helpless pile of tears. He never held back her pleasure at the end of the night. He never used her body like a fuck toy for his own pleasure.

  His grip changed and he cupped her face with his long, strong fingers. His green eyes were full of questions, and so damn open she had to fight back tears. “Whatever is swirling behind those gorgeous dark eyes isn’t about us. You know that, right?”

  She turned her head away. Ryan
always saw too damn much.

  He urged her to look at him again. “Colorado.” His voice was soft and gentle. Not the sexy one that had twisted her up for miles with his outrageous orders; no, this was his other voice. The one she could never quite hold herself safe against.

  She slowly opened her eyes again and let him see her. She couldn’t say the words. She wasn’t sure she’d ever say them to another soul on this planet. Some wounds were too deep to show. It was far easier to cover them up with smartass comments and bravado. The defense mechanism had served her for the last five years.

  She saw the resignation settle on his face, but then he slowly smiled. “Let me make you feel good.”

  “We don’t have time for a movie.”

  “I only need twenty minutes.”

  “Way to go, Flash.”

  He laughed. “Tonight, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of. This will just take the edge off.” His hand slid a little farther into the back of her jeans. “I know you need it.”

  “I can live without it.”

  He pushed her hips closer to his zipper. “I can smell how wet you are.”

  “Jesus, Ry.” Her cheeks had to be red as cherries.

  He lowered his mouth to her ear. “It smells like heaven. I want all of it coating my dick. It will make this eternal drive more bearable.”

  “It’s only four hours.”

  “We have an early show tonight, remember? College campus. I’ll play tonight with you all over me.”

  She looked over her shoulder and saw Elle and Molly walking toward the bagel shop next door. She pushed him forward to the door of the theater. “Which one are we in?”

  “Theater nine. In the back.”

  Where the second-string movies went to die. He dragged her down the hallway with his long gait.

  “Ryan,” she said, far more breathlessly than she liked.

  He turned and walked backwards, his smile widening. “Problem?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “No.”

  He led her into the darkened hallway just inside the door. It was the first movie of the day and there was no one down at that end of the theater. He crowded her against the wall for a moment, pressing his knee between her thighs until his thigh bumped the seam of her jeans.

  She gripped his soft cotton shirt, her fingers slipping into his hair at the nape of his neck.

  The rough carpeted wall scratched at the strip of skin between her jeans and the little hoodie she was wearing. The pressure of his thigh…God. She dragged his mouth down to hers to muffle the groans trapped in her chest. She could feel the vibrations of the movie previews coming through the wall. Add in Ryan’s rhythmic pulses against her seam and she was about ready to scream.

  All she needed was a few more rubs and the friction might be just enough. Her heart was beating so fast she couldn’t hear the room around her, just the rush of blood.

  Then he was gone.

  He pulled her off the wall and behind him into the darkened room. She whimpered and said a small prayer when the explosions for the new Star Wars movie masked the sound.

  A flash of a grin over his shoulder told her she wasn’t that quiet. Damn him.

  He climbed the steps and she resisted the urge to bawl right then. Every step made the stupid balls shift inside her. She clenched every muscle she had, but she had to admit she was getting a little tired from wearing them.

  So much for all those Kegels.

  “Sadist,” she growled as she followed.

  He dragged her down to the farthest corner and flipped up the cup holder-slash-chair arm of the seat between them.

  “Handy,” she muttered.

  “Oh, you’ll like it in a minute.”

  She tried not to think about how many people had been in this same corner seat. If she thought too much about any of this, she’d bolt.

  She sat next to him and tried not to look too closely at the outline of his cock as he sprawled out his legs. She wiggled in her seat, seeking relief.

  Her hips were moving of their own volition at this point. She needed him so damn bad. He filled her perfectly. Just the right amount of length and girth. She closed her eyes as she remembered how full she’d been when he slipped into her. Stretching her just right.

  “Don’t you dare come without me.”

  Her eyes flew open. “Then take care of me.”

  He raised his hand to cup her cheek and again his thumb smudged across her lower lip. It felt swollen from his kiss, and the roughness of his almost beard-length scruff.

  The same buzz that felt so good between her thighs last night.

  “If these were reclining seats, you’d be riding my face right now.”

  She let out a shuddering breath. “Yes.” Her hips lifted.

  “You need it bad, don’t you?”

  She nodded. Pride was out the damn window. She needed to come or she was going to tear her hair out. No, actually, she’d take chunks out of him at this point. She took a calming breath and reached for his buckle. Before she could drag down his zipper, his cock was pushing up and out of his cotton boxers.

  Hot and so damn hard. He wanted this as much as she did. Maybe. She wasn’t sure anyone could be as strung out as she was right now. She dragged at her own zipper as she palmed his shaft and squeezed.

  “Fuck.” He blew out a hissing breath. “Wait.”

  “Fuck waiting. You’re going to get inside me right now.”

  He laughed and shrugged out of the plaid shirt he wore over his concert T-shirt. “Stand for me, baby.”

  She looked around for one of the movie theater attendants. She’d been to enough movies to know they checked for just this sort of thing. Oh, sure, they also watched for people sneaking in, but they were much more interested in people making out.

  They were the only ones in the entire place.

  God.

  She stood, but instead of letting go of him, she held on to the headrest and kept stroking his length. Their gazes were locked as she found the bead of liquid at the tip of his cock.

  She tried to ignore the maddening slickness of her panties. The flickering lights of the movie were harsh on his face, throwing his angular features into shadow.

  With each flex of his jaw and bob of his Adam’s apple, she navigated him further from the one in control. For once, she’d have him at her mercy.

  He peeled down her jeans and the air kissed the backs of her thighs as her jeans bagged down to her knees. But he’d left her underwear. His fingers slid between her legs and her knees nearly buckled in reaction.

  “Fuck. So wet, Den. Soaked.” His pupils were blown wide.

  She wiggled until her jeans were down around her ankles and she finally had room to move. She crouched in front of him and groaned as her inner wall muscles quivered. This wasn’t the smartest move for her right now, but she wanted to see him go crazy. Wanted to know he was as on fire as she was.

  She braced her forearms on his thighs and covered his silky head with her mouth.

  His fingers went right for her hair and she hummed around the tip, taking a little more when his grip tightened.

  “You don’t have to. I—God, Denver.”

  She took him deeper. When his grip gentled, she reached up and tightened his fingers. She liked the little licks of pain. The soundtrack of the movie behind her was club music with a crazy beat she couldn’t help but mimic. Swallowing him another inch, she hollowed out her cheeks until she got a hint of salt. She looked up at him and dug her nails into his belly as she slowly pumped him with her hand while she watched him watch her.

  She lifted his heavy length and licked along the underside of his shaft. She used the flat of her tongue for the first swipe. The vein throbbed against her tongue. So fucking hot. She dropped her hand between her legs and he reached down and grabbed it.

  “Only my mouth, my cock, or my hand goes there.”

  She lightly dragged her teeth along his length.

  He hissed out a breath. His taut belly quiver
ed in reaction. “Evil woman.”

  She grinned and flicked her tongue around the head of his cock. “Takes one,” she said, and resumed her slow licks.

  Keeping the pace this leisurely killed her. She wanted to climb on and let him fuck her stupid. Her back ached from bearing down on the little balls inside her.

  He twisted her hair into a rope and pushed her lower onto his length. She stared up at him as she took him deeper. Her eyes shimmered with tears, but she didn’t break their locked gaze.

  Panic started to rise up. Memories chased pleasure, but the look on his face drowned them out. There was only need on Ryan’s face. No calculation, no cruelty.

  Her nose brushed his skin as she took almost all of him before pulling back for a breath. She swiped the back of her hand across her mouth and he dragged her up against him. His cock was trapped between them, wet from her and his pre-cum. She was close to a sob when his mouth covered hers. Her name was a muffled groan between kisses as his hand slid between her legs and under her panties.

  He swore against her mouth. If she hadn’t been so close to screaming, she’d be embarrassed at how wet she was.

  He dragged her panties to the side and she shuddered as one long finger slipped inside of her. He found the little loop and pulled the ben wa balls out of her before stuffing them into his pocket.

  She buried her face into his neck as she ground herself against his hand helplessly.

  “I know, baby. I know.” He pushed at her clothes, flipping down the tank top she wore under her zippered hoodie. He wasn’t gentle.

  They were so beyond gentle at this point.

  There was nothing but rough hands and mouths as he sucked her nipple and trapped the tip with his teeth. He shoved two fingers inside of her and still, it wasn’t enough. He tugged her nipple, her skin stretched to its limit and throbbing with each relentless pass.

  She ground her pelvis against his palm, aching for relief. She threw her head back and rode his hand. She was so wet that all he did was slip around.

  “More. I need more.” Her shoe clattered to the floor as she pulled her foot free. Desperate for an end to her torment, she widened her knees so she could get more of him inside her. “Ryan. If you don’t get that cock inside me right now, you’re going onstage with a bald spot.”