Page 103 of Lyric Squared

Football season had ended but the highlights were still rolling. I powered on the television to hear the analyst talk shit about players that they couldn’t go up against on their best days. I’d always thought it was hilarious for a bunch of niggas who’d never been in the field to pick apart every aspect of a game they’d probably never played or played as a kid but never on a professional level unless they were simply a guest of the show.

As the bickering went on in the background, I grabbed a fresh bottle of water to hydrate. Luca, Laike, and I had stayed out way past our bedtimes kicking shit at Oat + Olive. We ended the night at the strip club, helping one of their loyal employees celebrate his thirtieth birthday. By the time I made it in, all I could do was shower to wash the scent of cheap perfume and body spray off my skin before climbing in bed behind Lyric.

Almost an hour passed before I heard her footsteps behind me. I turned around to see Lyric dressed in a pair of black leggings with the ugliest boots I’d ever seen in my life on her feet. She was obsessed with them, but I hated to see them coming. Sharks are what she referred to them as. I was still trying to figure out what was so special about them. Nevertheless, she wasstunning in a black, fitted top to match. It came all the way up her shoulders and stopped right underneath her chin.

“I’m ready,” she announced.

Without hesitation, I powered off the television and placed the remote on the table. The things were so easily lost and a headache to locate. To avoid those problems as much as possible, I tried making sure that I laid it in the same spot whenever I was finished using it.

“Let’s ride.”

I insisted that Lyric lead the way as I followed. She hesitated briefly before continuing out of the door. When we finally reached the driveway, she immediately turned around toward me with a hand on her hip.

“Keanu,” she said with trembling lips, “Baby, what is this?”

She looked from me and then to the Bentley truck in the driveway that was wrapped in a tan bow. Then, her eyes were on me again. Seeing Lyric so conflicted as to what to say or what to do because she was so full of gratitude brought me sheer joy. I watched as she crumbled a little more before finally responding.

“Wasn’t that at the top of your list?” I asked, reminding her of the three vehicles she’d shown me after we returned from our trip.

“Yes, but I wasn’t expecting you to actually get it.”

“Well now you know… When it comes to your nigga, baby, expect the unexpected, aight?”

Nodding, Lyric ran toward me. She’d unknowingly put a little distance between us as I stayed behind to get a full view of her reaction to seeing her dream car sitting in my yard.

“Thank you so much, baby!” she screamed as she jumped into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. She squeezed tightly.

“You’re welcome, love,” I replied, hugging her even tighter.

From side to side, I rocked Lyric until I felt her grip loosen. There was no doubt about it. I wanted to make her the happiest girl in the world, and I was well on my way. Love, patience, affection, validation, and material possessions were the way to Lyric’s heart. I’d learned her awfully quick and would do everything in my power to make sure I gave them all to her, continuously.

She slid down my legs, and we stood face-to-face. The big smile that was painted on her face was accompanied by glossy eyes. Lyric shook her head, adamant about whatever was on her mind.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m not going to cry,” she boasted.

“Well, that’s a fucking first,” I chuckled, “come on. Let’s check you out and see what you’re working with.”

By the hand, I led Lyric to her truck. I handed her the fob that was in my pocket and let her do the honors. She unlocked the doors and opened the driver’s door of her new, black Bentley truck. Lyric squealed as she hopped in the seat and began running her hand across the steering wheel.

“I can’t believe you, Keanu. How can I ever top this?”

“You don’t have to. I’d rather you spend your days topping me than trying to top the gifts I give you,” I revealed.

My dick hardened at the thought of her lips wrapped around me. She was gifted, very, when it came to sucking the cum right out of my shit. And though we’d gotten lost in one another over an hour ago, staring at her in her new truck had me ready to take another dive.

“Then, I guess I should start now,” she purred, tilting her head as she gazed back at me.

Without hesitation, Lyric fell to her knees. She didn’t give a damn if she scuffed them in the process. Her craving for my girth inside of her jaws was unbearable and wouldn’t be containeduntil she had it there. She was a menace when it came to intimacy and me. I loved that about her. Pulling every particle of saliva that she could muster, she spat on my hard dick before gripping it tightly.

“Shit,” I groaned, flinching as her spit lubricated my dick.

Although she couldn't get her hand around it entirely, her nails connected where her fingers wouldn’t. Her fingers easily glided up and down my missile by way of the saliva she’d lubricated it with. Lyric found my partially closed rounds, hers taunting me from below. She was well aware that shit drove me crazy but she did it anyway, every fucking time.

Lyric drenched her left hand in the pool she’d made on my dick. Lowering it until she felt my balls, she began to massage them. Her eyes never faltered as she opened wide and accepted me into her mouth.

She didn’t ease into it. Never did. She wanted the whole thing and she wanted it immediately, too. She consumed every inch of me that was possible. It wasn’t until my head poked the back of her throat, igniting her gag reflex that Lyric pulled me from her mouth completely and allowed the slime her move had summoned to trail from my head and eventually fall onto her chest. Still, she looked me in the eyes, unfazed by nearly killing herself in an attempt to consume me at once. I slapped the side of her cheek and gave her the praise she was begging for with those big, brown, doe eyes.