Chapter 74 Suck it

Chapter 74 Suck it


“I'm your mother now, aren't I?”

“No,” I spat. “You'll always be my dad's…” I exhaled. I didn't have the time or energy to talk to her. “How did you even get my number?”

“My husband gave it to me. It would be nice for me to connect with my son, don't you think?”

“I'm not your son!” I shouted.

Lyra giggled. The effects of the alcohol made her sway. She pushed her face closer to mine, so close I could feel her breath.

“Fine, stepson,” Becky’s shrill voice came from the other end.

As she spoke, Lyra ran her hands across my chest. Her eyes narrowed as she pushed me against the bed. “Fuck,” I muttered.

“We are family now, Salvatore. You can't push me away. You better start getting used to my presence now or you'll be miserable,” she chuckled. That laughter said a lot. It said she had won, and it made me angry.

Lyra’s lips touched my chest and I instantly gripped her. Her lips kissed me over and over. Drunk Lyra was something else.

“Don’t call this number again,” I said.

“Oh dear Salvatore, we will meet back home in America. It's better you wear a big fat smile on that face,” she said.

Lyra’s tongue trailed my skin and brushed against my nipples. I quickly grabbed her hair and pulled it back. “Stop,” I mouthed.

She forced her head forward and curled her tongue on my nipples again. I held her waist and sucked in a deep breath.

“Becky, I have to hang up,” I said, letting out a loud gasp.

“I need to talk to you. When can we meet?” she asked.

I watched Lyra get off me and take off her underwear. “In your dreams, Becky,” I said.

“Oh come on, it will only be a few minutes.”

“Why do you want to meet so bad?” I asked as Lyra climbed over me. I quickly put the phone on silent. “Lyra, get in bed. You must be tired,” I said in a gentle voice.

She shook her head.

I hung up on the call, not caring what more Becky had to say. I carried Lyra into the bathroom tub and placed her inside. I turned on the water and let it fill the tub.

Later that night,

I had gone for a walk. When I returned, Lyra was still sleeping naked on the bed, her body covered in the bedsheet. The lights were dim. The moonlight peered in through the glass wall.

I moved to a desk and placed my car key on it.

I looked back at Lyra. In a few days we would be back to school again. I slid off my clothes and walked into the bathroom. Standing underneath the shower head, I let the water flow down my body.

I sighed, my eyes fixed on the tiled floor in thought.

“Hey,” her voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I looked back at her. She was standing at the doorway, her eyes swollen from sleep. She leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed. “Where did you go?”

I turned off the shower. “A little drive around the city. I didn't want to wake you up.”

I opened my arms, stretching them out wide. She understood instantly and moved to hug me. I hugged her tight.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“You have asked me that a million times,” I said.

“I care,” she responded.

“A little too much,” I gripped her chin and lifted it up so that I could kiss her lips. Her lips were soft, welcoming. It felt like I was home again, like all the comfort I needed was right here.

“I love you,” I whispered.

Her lips drew to my chest and she kissed it. I inhaled sharply, my hand resting on the back of her head as she continued to place soft kisses on it. As the kisses continued, I began to feel a wave of pleasure throughout my body.

“God, Lyra…” I hissed.

She looked up at me with her doe eyes. “Can I suck it?”

I rubbed her back. “Suck what?”

She fondled my dick in her hand, grabbing it tight.

“Do you even know how to do that?”

“I can learn,” she said. She trailed down, kissing my body until she dropped to her knees.

My dick hardened instantly as I felt the heat of her mouth around it. She wrapped her lips around it and began to lick it gently, savoring the taste of my now throbbing dick.

My face twisted into a tired frown and I grabbed her head. I slid my dick out of her mouth and slid my thumb in. “Suck it,” I commanded. She obeyed.

As she sucked, I gently thrust my fingers against her tongue. “That's how you suck dick. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

I held her head and grabbed my dick. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She nodded. I slid it in slowly, and she began to suck it. As my dick slid against her tongue, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it closer.

She gulped, choking desperately on it but didn't pull away, not even once.

“Argh… fuck… Lyra, damn it…” I whimpered.

She continued to suck it hard until my semen spilled into her mouth. I pulled my dick out of her and she turned her head to spit it out.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I held her head back in place. “Swallow it.”