Page 69 of Lyric Squared

He said nothing as he tugged at the flap of my tan leggings, rolling my body to each side to get them over my ass instead of asking me to lift up a bit. He slid them down my legs with ease once he’d gotten them from underneath me and then tossed them to the side.

The thong that matched the color of my leggings covered my hairless pussy. I could see the internal struggle as Keanu decided whether he wanted to remove them, too. When he pulled the waistband of them in his direction, I knew that he’d made his decision. This time, though, I lifted so that he could pull them down with ease.

He spread my legs until my knees hit the countertop. Its coolness made small, fine bumps appear all over me. My body shivered in response, but the second Keanu’s fingers parted my lips and his thumb located my stiffened pearl, heat consumed me. My eyes closed as my body submitted to him. He was in control. However he wanted me, he could have me.

“Eyes on me,” he requested.

I obliged, pulling my lids apart and setting my sights on him. What a beautiful sight he was. He was the definition of perfection. Everything about his presence was addictive. Staying away from him was impossible, and I wasn’t sure why I’d even tried to trick myself into believing I would. I couldn’t.

Not with the way he’d handled my body the night of his release and surely not with the way he handled me. There was something about a roughneck with a good heart that checked every box for me. I’d been around them my entire life and wanted one of my own, now. Keanu was him.

“I don’t like being alone anymore,” Keanu said, breaking the silence, “I want you here with me whenever I call and whenever you feel like it. This home is yours as well as it is mine now. Understood?”

I nodded, too caught up in the way he effortlessly pleasured me with little energy and plenty of skill. His thumb circled my clit over and over, forcing me to close my eyes. His movements stopped. A low, ungrateful moan fell from my lips.

“Keanu,” I begged, opening my eyes as I did so.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded.

“Okay,” I whimpered under my breath. “Okay.”

As he’d requested, my eyes remained on his as his head lowered inch by inch until it was just above my exposed pussy. Not breaking contact, Keanu encased as much of my meatiness in his mouth as possible, suckling on my flesh as if it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

“My God.”

The words fell from my mouth as I felt him dip his thumb into my wetness.

Once.

Twice.

A third time.

And, then, without warning, he slid it into the most forbidden crevice of my being. I tensed immediately but softened as he flicked he focused solely on my nub, assaulting it with his tongue.

“Ummmmm,” he moaned, eyes still on mine.

He wasn’t playing fair. I knew it and so did he. My orgasm didn’t stand a chance. It surfaced almost instantly. I was near shame, the way my body began to convulse and my legs violently shook underneath his spell.

“Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m cummmmmmmmm?—"

Quickly, Keanu lifted and utilized his right hand to dive into my pussy. Upward, he angled his middle and index fingers as he shoved them into me without remorse.

“Oh God. Oh fuck!”

The ringing in my ears grew loud enough to silence everything around me. My lids hurt from squeezing them so tightly together as my body began to spasm. Breath caught in my throat, I fought for more oxygen in my lungs while climbing higher and higher. When I reached my peak, I felt myself rise and fall from the island, bouncing as my fountain blessed Keanu with an overflow.

“That’s it. Good girl. Good fucking girl,” he praised. His words were so consuming, drowning out the buzzing that had drowned out everything prior.

Left in a puddle of my own potion, I tried reviving myself. My pussy had to be left on life support as I focused on regulating my breathing before I passed out of exhaustion and overwhelm. I placed a weakened hand on my chest as if it would make the difference. After a few seconds, the wooziness I felt had subsided and my breathing was as good as it would possibly get.

When I reopened my eyes, Keanu’s handsome face appeared. The smirk that shifted his lips to the left of his face was agonizingly cute but caused me to cringe at the realization of its reasoning. He was basking in his success. He’d unraveled me – again.

I wasn’t sure when my body began to regain its strength, but there was something about that damn smirk on Keanu’s face that put a rush on it. When I was able, I climbed from the island, pushing his hand out of my way when he’d tried to help.

It made no sense for him to make me cum so viciously, so violently, and I wanted to pay his ass back for it. The shirt that I had on was soaked in the back – from the bottom to the middle. The embarrassment that I felt peeling it from my body shouldn’t have been so intense, but it was.

Keanu would have to pull me off him for the rest of the night because I wasn’t letting up until he begged me. I would pay himback, if it was the last thing I did before I closed my eyes to go to sleep in his arms.