by McAdams, Mia
Melanie bounces up to me, liquid energetically splashing from her cup. “Hey, Wolfman. See your girl over there? I think she needs a cuddle.” She giggles, and I roll my eyes. They must have started the party hours ago.
“I think I’ll pass,” I say loud enough for Lyric to hear me. It doesn’t really have the effect I’d like, though, because the moment I look over at her, her eyes are closing and her head is tipping to the side.
“Shit!” I take three leaps, and then I’m at her side and catching her before she falls off the edge. “How much have you had to drink?” I ask as her eyes flicker open.
Her glazed-over eyes search mine, and the most beautiful smile lights up her face. “Baby, I’m here.” She reaches for my face and caresses it with the lightest touch. Even in my pissed-off state, I feel the tingles crawl over my body. For a moment, I imagine we’re back to our happy place, when I would take that beautiful mouth and devour it. And then her eyes flutter closed again, and she relaxes in my arms.
“Who’s room is this?” I ask Melanie over my shoulder. She’s not there. Fuck. I look at Terese and shake her foot to get her mouth off Derrick’s. “Terese, who’s room are we in?”
She shrugs. “Mel’s, I think.”
“Do you know where Lyric’s room is?”
Terese shakes her head and leans back into Derrick. “Not sure.” He pulls her beneath him and shoves his tongue down her throat. I think I’m going to be sick.
Looking back at Lyric, I know I’m fucked. There’s no way I can leave her here, but I can’t exactly take her back to her room if I don’t know where she’s staying.
I curse under my breath. Lyric is weightless in my arms as I carry her out the nearest door and into the hall. As I walk toward my room, I steal a glance at her, and my heart thumps erratically in my chest. Her breathing is steady, and it’s hard to see, but there’s the smallest smile on her face. I’m not going to lie to myself right now; it feels damn good to be holding her in my arms again. No matter the circumstances, I’m crazy about this girl.
Her eyelashes rest on her cheek. Her skin is as light and flawless as I remember. I could touch her soft skin for hours. There was a time when I did just that. And the feel of her in my arms is as familiar as my memories of pressing her against the wall at the Aragon.
Damn, that was a good night.
I push my door open, and I’m careful to avoid knocking her head into the wall as I carry her over the threshold and to my bed. I lay her down so her head’s on the pillow. Then I kneel and just stare. Her breathing is even. There’s no way she’s waking up anytime soon.
What the fuck am I supposed to do now?
She groans and moves her feet a little. I look down to see her flip-flops dangling from her feet, so I remove them and set them by the bed. I remove her sweats next, careful not to check out her panties. As much as I want to take a gander, I know it’s not healthy for my dick right now. He’s already getting excited. I leave her tank top and bra alone—there’s no way I can deal with that right now—and tuck her in under the covers.
After peeling off my own clothes and brushing my teeth, I curl up beside her and wrap my arms around her body. Before I realize what I’m doing, I press my lips to the soft skin of her shoulder. Then I run my lips across her skin, breathing her in and remembering how she would shake beneath me as I made her come.
I groan into her hair, aching to the point I think I might wake her up and make her beg me for forgiveness as I make her come again. My balls are throbbing and my heart hurts from our proximity. There’s no way I can sleep next to her tonight.
“Fuck.” I slip out of the bed, grab a pillow and blanket from the closet, and throw them on the couch angrily. I’m in hell. Right now. This is hell.
Lyric
It’s been two hours since I woke up in Wolf’s bed, confused and nursing a hangover. Wolf’s still sleeping, and I don’t dare wake him. Right now, I’ll take what I can get. If that means lying as still as a board so I can watch him sleep for the rest of the day, then so be it. I’ll watch him forever. He’s usually a restless sleeper, kicking covers and reaching for something to hold onto. That used to be me. Now, he snuggles with his pillow, squishing it so hard the seams may just come undone. One leg hangs over the edge of the couch, defined with muscle, and his mouth is open slightly. He’s totally adorable.
Finally, I can’t stand it anymore. I rip the covers off, wondering for the hundredth time how I ended up in his hotel room wearing nothing but my underwear and tank top. And then I see my sweats on the floor and frown. Wolf must have taken off my clothes. I can’t say I’m not disappointed he left my top half and panties.
I go to him and gently pull his pillow away, careful not to wake him, and then slip under the covers and snuggle up to his body. He’s quick to wrap me in his arms, his dick already awake and begging for play. My heart beats fast at the feel of him, knowing I’m taking full advantage of this moment, but I don’t care. He smells so good. Wolf can yell at me later. It’s worth it.
Pressing my lips to his chest, I shiver with delight. His hold is so strong around me, as if he knows I’m here and nothing at all has changed.
My kisses continue from his chest, up to his neck, and to his chin until I’m hovering over his mouth. And then I’m kissing him.
Holy fuck. His hand splays across my lower back, and he presses me into him and kisses me back. I moan into his mouth and climb on top of him, desperate to feel him digging into me again. I’ll worry about our underwear later.
His hands are on my ass. Mine are in his hair. We’re panting with need, clawing at each other to taste more of what we’ve been missing, and then I slip my hand down into the waistband of his briefs. So hard.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans and pushes his hips up so I’m gripping his dick. I can’t imagine he’s already forgiven me, but maybe he missed me as much as I missed him. Right now, nothing else matters.
In seconds, I have his briefs off and I stroke him. When his eyes flutter open to reveal the darkness of his need, my knees go a little weak. There’s confusion behind the want in his eyes, and I worry he’s going to change his mind. When he pulls up to a sitting position, I want to cry. But then he reaches for me, and I let him guide me onto his lap, just inches away from his throbbing erection. My panties are still in the way. Wolf’s palms rub up and down the tops of my thighs as he looks at me.
“What the fuck are you doing, Lyric?”
His eyes look fogged over with sleep, but he’s fully aware of what’s going on. It doesn’t look like he’s going to do anything to stop it, but my heart beats fast in fear of him pushing me away. I’m sure I deserve it.
“I missed you. I want you inside me.” I roll my hips, inching up on his lap.
His eyes glide from my legs to my sex and linger there for a second while he rocks his hips upward slowly as though he’s already inside of me. His finger moves along the edge of my underwear, and he stares back at me as if considering his options. My eyes plead with him to stay with me.
A finger slips between my skin and the elastic until he’s stroking the wetness between my folds. He growls deep in his throat and closes his eyes as if he’s in pain. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He lifts his eyes to my shirt, and he tugs at it with his hand. “Off.”
I use both hands to pull the fabric over my head. Before it hits the ground, he’s unfastened my bra with his free hand. I throw the material to the side and look back at him. He takes a few moments to admire my breasts. He’s always loved them the most. His eyes darken a little before they move back up to connect with mine.
I lick and bite my lower lip as I lift off his lap and sit back down, aching for his finger to plunge into me. This seems to have the desired effect because he rips my underwear right down the center, leaving just enough room for his cock to slide into me. The sound of the shredding fabric might just be the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. A burning sensation fills my center. The ache grows as
desire pulses through me.
His hands glide up my bare torso, cup my breasts, and squeeze. I moan, not trying to be quiet. My heart races as his thumbs rub circles on my nipples before he takes them between two fingers, rolls them, and squeezes. I cry out in pain and pleasure. Wolf could do anything to me right now, and as long as his hands are on me, I’m good with it. He brings me forward until my breast meets his mouth. He licks my nipple and then bites down. I cry out again. He licks and then sucks, torturing me as he switches between both breasts.
I roll my hips again, trying to find friction against his hard cock, but it’s not enough. I need to ride him. I need him inside me. I move more aggressively so he’ll get the hint, but his hand presses into my thighs to stop me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The anger in his eyes is unmistakable.
I’m panting. “I want to fuck you, Wolf. Let me. Please.”
He growls again, this time louder than the first, and the hand that was on my breast moves down to my clit. “You don’t make the rules this time around. I’m in control now.”
I gasp, but I’m not sure he hears it. His eyes are glazed over, and his finger is dangerously close to entering me. He just grazes my clit. “How does this feel?”
It takes a second to find my voice. “I need more.”
“More, huh?” He pushes a finger into me, but only up to a knuckle. “That better?”
I shake my head frantically and try to push down on him, but he’s holding my waist with a strong grip. “More,” I plead.
He pushes in a little further and then smiles. “Better?”
I glare at him now. He’s toying with me more than usual. In a swift move, I lift myself from his hand, grab his dick, and press down on it, letting him fill me. It’s not easy going down the first time. His girth is a shock to my system, and I honestly can’t breathe right away. He chuckles, knowing my dilemma, as he squeezes my ass and presses me down onto him.
I move slowly at first, confident I’ll wipe the smile from his face soon.
I’m right. I continue to sink down slowly as I adjust to him. My muscles will be sore as fuck after this, but it’s totally worth it. Being a few days out of practice makes it feel like our first time, and I know he’s feeling it, too. That cocky look in his eyes is fading fast as my tightness squeezes firmly around him. There’s no escaping now.
Once I’m fully seated, we both sigh and look into each other’s eyes. In this moment, all anger has subsided. We’re together again the way we’re meant to be. I’m still made for him, and he’s still made for me. No matter what has happened, no matter what will happen, we’re together now.
Before I give in to the eager drive inside of me, I lean forward and plant my lips on his. My heart is pounding as he grips my head through my hair and presses my mouth against his.
Locked in place, our mouths move with more meaning now. His familiar warmth invites me in. I haven’t forgotten how good Wolf tastes. He gives and takes, just like I remember, putting everything into our lip-lock. Kissing him is everything. He’s everything.
I’m not even sure when I start to ride him. I stay close, my movements small, but I press down with all my weight. We’ve had plenty of intense, quiet sex. We mastered it when we were trying to keep our relationship a secret from the band and Crawley. It was a lot like this. So slow and careful; a kind of torture that makes the ending nothing short of spectacular.
When I begin to feel dizzy from my racing heart, I lift my mouth from his and gulp in air. His mouth moves to my neck, not missing a single beat. Wolf knows my body well. I already know what’s coming next. He bares his teeth and drags them down the sensitive skin until he’s at the crest of my breast. At the same time, his hands grip my ass, shifting his pelvis to rock into me.
It’s not until he latches onto my breast that I begin to really move. A hand moves from my ass to my front, slipping down until it’s massaging my clit. In moments, the match is lit within me.
As if he’s aware of my orgasm status, he plants both hands on my ass and pulls me away from him before slamming me back down. We both groan at the impact, and he does it again, wasting no time in between. Once we’ve got the rhythm down, he leans back so he can watch me. I’m watching him, too, more turned on than ever as his hooded eyes take me in. He’s getting the show of his dreams right now, and I’m so close to the edge, trying to hold on, never wanting this to end.
My mind fogs over, exhilarated by the feel of him, craving more of his kisses, more of his touches. The buildup is happening so fast, and I don’t know how to slow it down so I can live in this moment forever. The burn is spreading, and there’s nothing I can do but let go.
I cry out, throwing my head back and pressing my chest into him wildly. He takes the hint and mouth-fucks my tits again, devouring them the way I love. Everything is so sensitive.
Not trying to hold back anymore, I quicken my pace. Each time I’m full with him, I know I’m close to unraveling. I concentrate on steadying my breathing as sweat drips between us. But then his finger is on my clit again. Just as I think I’m done for and about to come, he pulls his hand away.
“Wolf,” I cry, desperate for my release.
There’s an upward curve on one side of his lips. “What’s wrong, baby? Need to let go?” He squeezes my ass and swivels his hips a little, drawing another moan from me.
“Ahh.” I take a deep breath and look down into his glazed-over eyes, and I know he’s right there with me. “I don’t want to come yet,” I moan, but even as I say this, my head starts spinning and the raging fire in me grows. It’s no longer within my control.
His hands move up my slick stomach until he grips my breasts in both hands. “So fucking tight. C’mon, baby. I’m right there with you.”
A warm buzz is released over my entire body as I crash down on him again, and this time, my orgasm sends me spiraling into an abyss. I’m light-headed, somewhere between heaven and hell, but I’m definitely flying. And then I’m falling. The fall is endless, and I ride it out, screaming his name, and letting him take control of my movements until he’s releasing his own buildup inside of me.
I think I black out for a minute. All I know is that I open my eyes and my arms are wrapped around Wolf. He’s still inside me, and his arms are wrapped around my waist. We’re breathing heavily, exerted beyond belief. My body feels gritty, fresh from a crazy, sex-driven workout. Probably the best workout I’ve had in years.
“I missed you so much,” I whisper, praying he doesn’t pull away.
When he doesn’t say anything, it crushes me, but I still don’t pull away. I’m not letting him give up on us that easily. “I know this was just sex,” I tell him, even though I hate my own words. “I know you’re still pissed at me. But I love you, Wolf. You’re why I’m here. I’m going to figure my shit out, I promise. Whatever I have to do, I’ll do it.”
He sighs and kisses my shoulder, giving me an ounce of hope. “I am pissed, and hurt. And fucking confused. I tell you I love you and then you run away. I get that you have this big secret, but you don’t even give me a chance to understand it. I’ve respected your privacy, knowing whatever it is, is hard for you, but I can’t keep doing this, knowing there’s a secret out there big enough to tear us apart again. Next time, you might not come back.”
“Wolf,” I plead. “I’m not leaving you ever again. I swear. It’s you and me, babe.”
He shakes his head. “No, Lyric. It’s not that simple. You scared the shit out of me, and—fuck—you broke me when you left. That’s not something I ever want to go through again.” He sighs again. “I don’t know what the fuck to do.”
“Can’t we start over?” I ask, my voice filled with emotion. “We’re so good together. You can’t deny that.”
He looks at me as if I haven’t heard him at all, but I have. I know what he wants, and I’m ready to tell him. But this isn’t something I can just say. I need to show him.
“I
’m not denying anything, but I don’t think starting over is the answer.” At least he’s honest.
I take this moment to lift myself from him and take a breath. Once I’m on my feet, I look around the room for my clothes and put them on. I can hear him behind me, doing the same thing. Then I remember I have no clue why I’m in his room.
“Wolf, why did I wake up in your bed?”
“You were drunk and nearly passed out on some random bed at the party last night. No one knew where your room was, so I brought you back here.”
“And you slept on the couch?” I shouldn’t be hurt right now, but there’s a pang in my chest at the thought of him unable to sleep beside me.
I meet his eyes, and he lifts his arms in defeat. “What do you want me to say, Lyric? I’m fucked up over you leaving. You’re the only one in my life who’s gotten me to open up about anything, and I’m trying to not regret doing it. I don’t know. Maybe we just need more time. We went full throttle ahead, and that probably wasn’t smart. We obviously don’t know each other very well, and you clearly don’t trust me enough to let me in. To be completely honest, right now, I don’t have much trust in you, either.”
“Wolf . . .” I plead.
“Lyric.” He sounds exasperated. “You can’t just hop on my dick and make everything better.”
My mouth falls open. “You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago.” I can’t stop the burn in my tone.
He walks past me, his jaw hardening by the second. It’s like all of his anger from the night before is coming back. Has he completely forgotten what we did a few minutes ago? When he reaches the door and opens it, I realize what he’s doing.
He’s kicking me out. What the fuck? Embarrassment and rage swirl within me. I step up to him, making no move to leave, place my hand on the door, and slam it shut. “We’re going to talk about this, and you don’t get to cut me off. You don’t get to kick me out of your room, either.”