I want all the clothes gone this time. I want to take the opportunity to worship every inch of his skin.
We leave a trail of shoes and jackets leading to the stairs when we finally have to pull away from each other.
My shirt drops to the carpet as I climb the steps, and his follows.
By the time we reach my bedroom door, we’re both completely naked.
Lyric pauses inside the room and glances around, taking it all in.
I only see him, and I don’t know what he’s finding so fascinating.
I crook my finger at him.
He doesn’t move. “This whole bedroom is bigger than the pool house I’m currently squatting in.”
I glance around the room, trying to see it from his perspective. I have some rumpled clothes on my bed, and the shoes I wore yesterday are in the middle of the floor, but apart from that, I can’t deny my room looks barely lived-in.
The only furniture in here is a chest of drawers right near the door and a king bed with a black leather headboard and side tables.
“Are you judging my room right now? It’s not like I’ve ever had a guest up here to impress.”
“It’s really depressing that no one’s ever broken in this bed with you.”
“There are a lot of depressing things about my sex life.”
Lyric wears a small smile. “Don’t oversell yourself or anything.”
“The only way to make a good impression is to make sure the bar for expectation is set low.”
“Mm, mediocrity is such a turn-on, but there’s one problem with that.” Lyric steps closer to me, and my eyes take the opportunity to roam over him again.
From his long blond hair in that permanent messy bun to his tight and lithe body, I could stand here and watch him move all night if it weren’t for my dick’s neediness.
Lyric’s cock looks just as ready for more.
I lick my lips. “What problem is that?”
“You’ve yet to disappoint me when it comes to sex.”
“There’s still time.”
Lyric laughs.
The happiness he exudes is admirable. The confidence I see as he moves toward me is intoxicating, but I’m fixated on his hair. His golden, shiny hair I both want to stroke and fist in my hand.
“What do you look like with your hair down?” I blurt.
Lyric stops short of me, leaving a few feet between us. “Random question is random.” But he doesn’t wait for an explanation. He reaches back and pulls out his hair tie, securing the tie to his wrist.
His hair naturally falls on either side of his face in loose curls.
I step forward, but he seems frozen to his spot.
“You’re gorgeous.” I twine a finger into one of his curls.
“I’m smart too,” Lyric says quietly.
“I’ve noticed.”
His hazel eyes bore into me. “Umm, that was a joke to cover up that I don’t take compliments well.”
“I’ve complimented you heaps before.”
“Not like this. Not like …” He steps forward, pressing his bare skin against mine.
I shudder against him. “Just so you know, I think you’re super smart.”
Lyric’s voice comes out low. “You also think Pop-Tarts are a suitable breakfast food, so I don’t trust your judgment.”
I pull back and look him in the eye. “More deflection with humor?”
“No, I really do worry for your sugar levels. Not to mention Kaylee’s.”
I snort.
I love how things are between us. Downstairs, we couldn’t get enough of each other. There was no tearing me away. We needed to be touching, kissing, finding an outlet for the tension that’s been building and building, but right now, we can be us. I like that it’s easy and hot, yet there’s a level of comfort between us since we were friends first.
Being with him once tonight was never going to be enough.
I don’t know when or if I could ever get enough of Lyric.
Here, now, I have him in a different way. He’s more vulnerable and softer, but he’s still full of the light he brought into my life.
“Kiss me,” I say.
“I insult you, and you tell me to kiss you. I’d accuse you of having issues, but instead, I’m going to chalk it up to being so adorably cute you forgive me when I say mean things.”
“It’s something like that.” I cup the back of his head, my hand weaving into his hair, and lean in to fuse our mouths together.
We take our time now, the urgency from downstairs dissolving into something deeper.
I turn us and walk him back toward the bed, pushing him down while I climb on top of him.
Lyric feels so damn good underneath me, all pliant and willing.
But it isn’t about him this time.
I sit up and straddle him so I can reach for supplies in my top drawer. I usually keep them in my studio where I know little, snooping eyes won’t find them, but like going to Lyric’s show tonight prepared, I wanted some close by in case my loose plan to bring Lyric back here came to fruition.
Lyric’s hands roam all over me, but there’s a tenderness there.
I throw a condom on the bed and grab the lube. I go to squirt some onto my fingers, but Lyric holds out his hand.
“Let me.” He takes it from me and covers his fingers. “You want to ride my fingers first?”
I nod. It’s been a while since I tried this, but I don’t really want to admit that.
Either Lyric can sense I’m not used to it or he’s overly cautious, because he takes his time teasing my hole while softly stroking my cock. It’s not enough to get me off, just enough to keep me hard while I focus on taking his fingers.
When one finally pushes inside me, I remember what it’s like to have a cock in my ass, splitting me apart. I crave the ache and the sense of fullness.
I sink down on his finger, taking him easily, and beg him to add more.
Lyric stares up at me with hooded eyes, his long hair framing his face.
This is different than when I fucked him in his dressing room. This is more intimate, and I can make out every expressive emotion on his face. From the want to the doubt.
I want to reassure him. He has to know how he’s affecting me too, and not just his fingers in my ass but him as a person.
Leaning down, I take his mouth with mine while I continue to ride his fingers.
With his free hand, he cups the back of my head as if holding me in place to keep my lips on his, my tongue teasing.
I’m so ready.
I roll off him, his fingers slipping from my ass, and I already miss the intrusion.
My ass clenches as I beckon for him to get on top of me, but he only leans up on his elbow.
“You okay?”
“Perfect. I need your cock inside me, though.”
Lyric maneuvers himself in between my legs, reaching for the condom as he does.
I can’t do anything but watch while he rolls it down his long and impressive cock.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
I pull him down on top of me and wrap my legs around his waist. The head of his cock lines up with my hole.
“Do it.”
Still, he pushes in slowly. I’m thankful but needy at the same time. I’m battling between wanting to go slow and needing more.
Lyric hovers above me, his skin flushed. His hair falls around his face, and I reach up to tuck it behind his ear. He grits his teeth as if he’s trying to hold on to control.