Page 34 of Lyric Squared

The tears that stained her face didn’t resemble the ones I imagined she’d cry if our reunion went anything remotely close to what I’d planned. But I’d let her release them because secretly I felt as if she deserved them. I’d been tormented from the moment she walked into Oat + Olive with a nigga on her trail. I wasn’t over that shit and wouldn’t get over it in a matter of minutes. She’d understand the pain I felt sooner than later. When she couldn’t walk a few steps without gapped legs and a prayer because I’d punished her pussy for hours on end, she’d comprehend.

“You didn’t write me back,” she whimpered.

“What the fuck did you expect me to say?”

“Something!” She found her strength, lifted her head, and looked me dead in the eyes.

“I’m here to show you better than I could’ve told you,” I reasoned.

“I needed you then.”

“But, I’m here now.”

“And, I’m involved,” she spat back.

“Then, why my hand in your pussy and not his?” I asked, slowly penetrating her with the same two fingers I’d massaged her clit with.

Her body raised as she gasped and clenched both my arms for support.

“Hmmmm?” I demanded a response.

“You left me hanging.”

“Only so that I could tell you to your face,” I admitted, pecking her pretty, pouty lips as I massaged her internals.

I hurt her. I hated that. I hated myself for allowing her to believe anything other than my truth. That wasn’t my intention but no amount of words could accurately describe my feelings for her. She’d recalled the same night that I discovered my feelings for her. Prom night, the first time I’d ever felt a twinge of jealousy and it was for the nigga on her arm.

“Tell me– whaaaaaat?”

“That my heart, my pockets, my dick, my thoughts, my world belongs to you. I been yours, Lyric. I was only waiting for you to stake your claim.”

As the words left my mouth, I felt a gush of fluid streaming down my fingers, wrist, and onto my arm. The never-ending flow heightened my adrenaline and forced a smile to my lips. Baby girl was pent up, and I was about to knock her shit down.

“Oh God.”

“And, that’s the only nigga you better call besides me from now on.”

She continued to rain down on my fingers, her knees buckling and the features of her beautiful face knotting in so many different ways.

“Oh God. It won’t stop.” She worried too much. Always had.

“Shhhhh.” With my lips, I silenced her.

If I was being honest, for the moment, I didn’t want to hear shit she had to say. I heard her loud and clear three months ago.Tonight was my response. For every syllable she’d poured out her heart with, I’d stroke her pussy with my tongue, my fingers, and eventually my dick.

Lyric’s flaccid body rested on me as the supply to her river stopped flowing. She was breathless as she clung to life by a thread. I wrapped her legs and arms around me and pulled her into my chest before turning and heading for the stairs.

“Hold on to me,” I advised. Her weakened state made it a bit harder than to keep her from slipping from my arms.

“I can’t,” she whined, head hanging over my shoulder.

I placed a hand at her back and one underneath her bare ass, marching up the steps with her bouncing the entire way. Her home wasn’t foreign to me. I’d visited countless times since Luca had come home. Prior, she was ducked off and unavailable to the world. But since he’d touched down, she’d been the butterfly I’d known since we were kids.

It was also Laike who’d shown me how to enter her crib without a key. He’d lost his a year ago, according to him, but knew how to maneuver the lock and get it to open for him. It was the main reason he was going to upgrade her security system soon. He’d mentioned it before we parted ways, but if he didn’t within the next week then I’d install a new one myself. I’d entered her home far too easily using Laike’s maneuver.

Her body hit the bed, indenting her comforter and making the ends lift. The robe that was once snug around her body was loose and threatening to fall from her shoulders. She was stunning, staring up at me waiting for me to lead her to wherever it was I planned for us to go.

“This isn’t my bedroom.”