Page 4 of Nidev and Lyric (Bayou Bishops #23)

Shock, arousal, and fear ran in circles through Lyric’s blood as she made her way down the corridors as calmly as possible toward Nidev’s apartment. Mr. Nidev. Or King Nidev.

Oh God, she was doing this.

I trust him.

Yes, she did, with all that she was. Whatever he was going through and why, it didn’t matter. She’d help him. The risk was him getting over what was wrong with him and regretting all of it, regretting her.

She could not be whatever she was about to become and survive a rejection after. No way. She would die in every way a person could die, no doubt about it. He was a million times too everything for her not to dive into him one thousand percent. One million. She was literally putting her heart, mind, body and soul on the line with this. On the line!

I trust him.

Oh, you had better, little girl because he can surely break you into a million pieces just with his voice and eyes, much less the entire package.

Her guts flipped a thousand times as she rounded the final corner to his place. Dear God, five minutes ago, he was jacking off to her on the phone. While talking to her! And she was going there to suck. His. Cock. It was surreal as much as it was abstract. The man she’d crushed on since she’d gotten to the school had picked her to work out his psychotic bat-bite obsessions with.

God stop me if this is wrong. Please. Stop me, make something happen to stop it. Otherwise, I’m doing this and once I do, I’m so done!

She stood before his door and rang the bell before chickening out. She swallowed, pushing down her raging pulse but the saliva only made it halfway and brought on a coughing fit. She covered her mouth, stifling it as the door opened to him in black silky briefs, adding panic to the problem. Water. That was all her brain could think as she sped past him to the kitchen, horrified that this was happening. She didn’t care about rewards, but wow, how sexy to open the door to your personal cocksucker choking on nothing!

By the time she quit dying, he was leaning against the island with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at her with his usual unreadable, beautiful expression. Right as she worried the mood was ruined, her gaze got hooked on the mountain sized hard on pushing against his underwear. Holy...

“All better?”

His soft, calm words drew her gaze up and she nodded, back to worrying about the cock sucking part of her visit. She really had no experience, she’d only done it once to George in hopes of enticing more and part of her was sure had she known how, she might have succeeded.

“Hi.” She nodded, remembering his question. “I’m…” Honesty! “So very nervous.” She suddenly feared it was the wrong thing to say. “But ready. To learn.”

“And what are you nervous about, my Doo-nie?”

His Doo-nie. What did that mean? “Uh…” She squeezed the water bottle in her hand, filling the awkward silence with loud crinkling pops. “Just…” Honesty, always honesty with him. “I’m… not the most experienced. At all. I’ve performed oral on a man once. George,” she gasped, trying to shut up. “I don’t think I did it right.” She shook her head till her curls bounced against her face.

“I’ll teach you everything. You will have plenty of practice. Until you do it perfectly.”

She gave a nod as her privates convulsed, knowing full well what perfect meant to him. She’d been relieved many times that he wasn’t her teacher. He was so very hard and exact. Excellence was his obsession. Practice with him could involve hours of extra time. He was beyond patient. He was the patron saint of patience. He loved watching you take as long as you needed till you found the magic, as he often called it.

What would practice look like regarding this? If his outrageously delicious nasty talk was a measure, she was so in for it.

“We’ll begin now,” he announced. “Right here.”

The water bottle crinkled in her twitchy fingers. “In the… kitchen?”

“Yes. Come and stand twelve inches before me.”

There it was. Exact.

She forced her legs to move and carefully got before him, trying to eye the distance correctly. “Is that… good enough?” she asked, meaning to look up at him but his chest was right there, full of all those tattoos she’d fantasized endlessly about.

“It is,” he said softly. “Lower to your knees.”

Oh God, here we go.

On her knees, she was now faced with the job waiting behind the tight black material.

He placed his palms on the counter behind him. “Remove my underwear.”

Remove his underwear. She wouldn’t ask if he meant all the way. Without specifications, it had to mean all the way.

She set her water bottle down on the floor and got to it. The first thing she did was stab his waist with her thumbnail, dear God. She jerked her gaze up with a gasp. “So sorry,” she barely whispered, his beautiful face still unreadable, right on her. She’d have to read his cock to know his mood and so far, he was still extremely and perfectly interested, maybe fascinated.

Her pulse was beating so hard she could hardly hear her own screaming fears as she slowly worked his underwear down. The material resisted where it hugged Mt. Cock and she moved her fingers in the waistband toward the front, helping it while trying not to pant like a dog. This was it, the greatest exposition of her entire life. His cock. Mr. Nidev’s cock. That she was going to suck.

“Oh God.” The whisper blasted out, bringing the underwear lowering task to a sudden halt as she gawked in breathless shock at his cock. It was surely three times the size of George’s in length and width. And full of metal studs! And ink!

What on earth and why?

“Do you like my cock, Doo-nie,” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” she said, sputtering the word like a teenager. Like was the wrongest word, though. Enthralled, fascinated, terrified. Those fit better.

“You have questions?”

Oh so many. “I… What…”

He hooked his fingers on the edges of the metal bar across the thick head and moved it left then right. “Piercings. Done years ago when I determined to conquer my sexual appetites.”

Her hands itched to touch. “The… pain?”

“More like the pleasure the pain gave.”

He liked pain? Or was she misunderstanding?

“The greater the enemy, the greater the victory.”

She stared at the ink, wondering which of those pains came first. “Does this mean you… like pain?” Her own privates clenched at imagining the agony of getting those things put in such a place.

“I had nearly forgotten they were there. Until you.” He reached under his cock with his other hand and slid his thumb and index fingers slowly over each metal ball, starting from the top and working his way to the very base. “Now I feel every single one of them biting. A row of angry teeth, getting sweet revenge.”

The low hungry words said he loved it more than was sane. But anything that got him hot, got her even hotter.

“Finish the job Doo-nie, before I get impatient.”

The threat or warning was as nice as could be, but she knew plenty about his all bite and no bark ways. Her vagina reminded her that a bite from him in this arena was actually what she craved. But him biting her in any way was a hard fear to shake. Maybe once he bit her, she’d have an easier time.

“Maybe… I have a new favorite… beautiful thing on you,” she dared as she continued lowering his underwear till they reached the floor.

He stepped out of them. “Fold them,” he instructed.

She used her lap to lay them out before creating a perfect square of them.

He lowered his palm, and she set them on it. Where he put them, she had no idea as she locked her lusty gaze on her next subject in the queue.

“I want you to take five minutes to explore every inch of it with your hands.”

Her breaths shook as she exhaled, remembering the clock over the sink. She glanced at it over her shoulder, knowing when he gave a time, he meant it down to the second.

****

Nidev’s ability to maintain control over the wicked urges screaming through his blood was nothing short of a superpower. It was the one side effect of Bat Boy’s bite that he didn’t loathe. This lust felt ancient. Honed. Perfected. And full of precise knowledge about how to effortlessly feed every aspect of it. He knew things he never remembered knowing. Things he shouldn’t know. And he knew them instinctually, the way he knew to swallow. His cock had become an intellectual powerhouse of means and ways. He knew every way to satisfy his lust and the means by which he’d do it. The bat juice had unlocked a lot more than his gift’s full potential. It also unlocked a primitive sex drive to the same degree.

His fingers curled around the edge of the counter as she reached for his cock with both hands, sending all that fire to pulse in the entire lower half of his body. He spread his legs a little more, wanting her to explore everything attached.

He watched with thick breaths as the tips of her fingers touched down on his shaft so soft he barely felt it. She was surprising him in ways he’d not anticipated but enjoyed immensely. All the gifts had come straight from her vulnerable side, and he couldn’t love it more. Her little coughing fit, the way she openly raped him with her gaze, the way her perfect mouth never shut from the moment she arrived. Her inexperience alone put a raging lava in his balls.

He should have said one minute to explore. He was desperate to see his cock in her mouth. Her lips caressing every inch of it, her tongue raining fire on the slit and ridge. He wanted to see his hands gripping her head and making her, and what the back of her throat felt like. He especially needed to know how her moans would sound and if her vocal gifts would fill them and what that would do to him.

He’d remove the Jacob’s ladder and bathe. Maybe he’d make her wash him. As he watched her delicate fingers get hungrier all over his cock, the vision of him fucking her in the shower brought a tsunami wave of lust crashing through him.

He covered her hands with his and squeezed her grip tighter. “This will be only your cock, Doo-nie,” he whispered thickly, moving her two-handed grip along his shaft. “I want you to kiss the very tip of it now,” he whispered through the flames. “Use the tip of your tongue to taste my desire. You need to know what you do to me,” he shuddered. “Then, fifteen minutes from now, your entire beautiful body will experience the wrath of my insanity.”

A moan burned the head of his cock where she opened her full lips and kissed the entire crown, capturing his essence with maddening, greedy flicks of her tongue.

“Fuck, that’s so good, baby,” he gasped. “Are you ready for that, Doo-nie?”

“Yes,” she gushed, opening her mouth more and sucking with more abandon.

“My sweet student is being nasty for me?”

She moved her eager fists faster over his shaft, her molten eyes on him as she confessed, “ Yes , so nasty, ” before diving back on the head with a succulent moan, her teeth raking the rim in her greedy haste.

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he shot out, back to holding the counter as he gave her full control. “Show me how fucking hungry you are for me.”

She strangled the base of his cock in one hand and raked her nails over his inner thigh.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she pled, lifting his cock, and devouring his balls with lusty moans.

Nidev opened the lower cabinet door on his left and propped his foot on it, expanding her kissing and sucking journey. She hurried back to his cock, her hunger unleashed and commanding him.

“That’s my filthy angel,” he praised, fisting her silky curls in both hands to control her. “Suck your King’s wicked crown.” Fuck, the heat burning through him was the very breath of his insanity.

He pulled her off the head of his cock and she gave a lusty moan with her gasp. “Time for me to taste your wicked little mouth.”

He lifted her by her hair, devouring her shocked gasp with a feral hunger. He kept one fist buried in her curls and gripped a handful of her denim covered ass, pulling her into his cock. “I want these fucking clothes off. Then I want you in my shower.”

****

“Don’t hide,” he ordered when Lyric turned to undress in his bathroom on shaking legs. God, if he liked her bold, she was in for a very low grade. Assuming he was grading. Pretty sure he graded all things at all times.

She turned to face him, her bones having an earthquake. He sat on the three-foot-wide vanity built into the wall with mirrors left, right and center. His glowing white muscles filled with scrolling tattoos against the black onyx made him look terrifyingly wicked and lethal. She resumed unbuttoning her black satin blouse, prepared to die of embarrassment. She had serious breast complexes due to the locker room trauma she’d endured in junior high. They called her puffy tacos because her boobs were more elongated than they were round, and the areolas were puffy instead of flat. She’d grown more mound since, but they never lost the elongated shape. She’d managed to forget all about it till the marriage assignment with George. Even then she was able to think of her body as a tool for science and looks didn’t matter so long as the parts worked. But having George refer to her nipples as very different, well, nightmare resurrected . And obviously they weren’t a good kind of different since he never seemed to want to touch them.

“Come here,” he ordered quietly when the final button was undone.

The hard edge in his tone spoke to her supper, and it suddenly wanted someplace else to be besides her stomach. Standing before him, he took hold of the satin material and moved it aside. She wore a black lace bra which was only a thin shield, but she desperately wanted to keep it even as he traced his fingers along the edge of it.

“What do you fear, my Doo-nie?” he asked, her chest heaving.

She couldn’t lie but wasn’t about to say that truth. “I’m… not very good at exposing myself.” One thousand percent truth.

He helped remove the blouse then set it on the counter as she put her hands before her, trying to give her boobs a rounder appearance.

“Take it off.”

Oh God.

She reached behind her and undid the clasp, then slowly removed it. There was no stopping her forearms from becoming a shield. She closed her eyes unable to bear seeing him look.

He took the bra from her, and she could only guess he set it with her blouse.

“Tell me why you are hiding yourself from me.”

Even with his curious, gentle tone she had to push down her rising panic. She really wanted this with him and didn’t want to blow it. She hated that everything felt like an audition at the academy. It was that way since she got there. She already felt like a fraud since her gifts were invisible to her. She couldn’t see or hear or feel them. What if they realized she wasn’t gifted enough? “I uh…”

He placed gentle hands on her shoulders and eased her closer to him. “What could my beautiful Doo-nie possibly fear?” he whispered, turning her heart into a war machine in her chest.

“It’s… childish… nothings.”

His finger slid along her chin and pushed her face up. “All your fears… belong to me now.” His thumb glided along her jaw, sending a shiver through her. “Do you know what I do with your fears, Doo-nie?”

She forced a head shake, and the bounce of her curls made her feel more childish.

“I crush them of course. Unless I determine they serve a good purpose.”

The sudden need to bury her face in his body had her shaking.

“I do pray you’ve never had your body worshipped,” he murmured hotly.

The term and unusual confession brought her gaze up as his fingers traced over her arms where they covered her breasts. “What… do you mean?”

“It means I intend to adore every inch of your perfect body with every fiber of my being. And the thought of another man tasting what is now mine, feeds my insanity.”

Oh God, how sweet and incredibly hot. “I’m not… perfect,” she managed to force from her throat, praying her gifts were working for her and not against her. “I’m sure George had something to say about that in the dissolution paperwork.”

His touch stopped and panic flooded in when his gaze rolled up to hers.

“What did George say to you?”

The sudden cold edge to his tone brought visions of a maimed George across the screen of her mind. “George is… he’s very inexperienced.”

He pulled back, staring at her, stroking along her shoulders. “What. Did George. Say. This is no longer a question.”

“He just… I-I’m blowing it out of proportion.”

“Lyric.”

“That my boobs were very unique, which could mean a million amazing things.”

He took soft hold of her face now, staring at her mouth. “Yet you’re sure they meant the opposite. Why?”

She wanted to remove his hands, but she needed hers to hide the problem they were discussing.

“I will not force you to show me your breasts,” he announced with a matter-of-fact edge that didn’t help.

“That… technically wasn’t a threat but it kind of feels like one.”

“Do you want me to force you?”

She covered herself even more, eyeing him, seriously considering the option. “Would be like ripping off a band-aid,” she reasoned quietly. “Present the two ugly stepchildren you’re getting stuck with and be done with it.”

He suddenly threw his head back with a big, booming laugh that startled her. She’d never heard him do that. Or seen it. And didn’t have a clue how exactly to feel about it. A myriad of reactions presented themselves, none of them sticking.

He finally stopped and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her with a hunger. “My Doo-nie, I won’t force such a thing. Unless you tell me to.”

“Tell you to what?”

“To force you.”

She eyed him, back to fighting panic.

“My God ,” he suddenly laughed. “I’m going to find a way to kill George and get away with it,” he assured.

“You’re not helping!” she cried. “And the more of a big deal you make the harder this is getting!”

He put both hands on his chest with astonished chuckles. “Me?”

“I mean… making such a big deal to see them.”

He slowly angled a look at her as if considering something. “No,” he said with a hard finality. “I have many obsessive plans with your breasts. They are my prized possessions now.”

“You haven’t even seen them!” she quietly pled. “You need to leave room for… less than.”

He suddenly lifted her by the waist and turned, sitting her on the vanity. “I’ll wait until you’re ready.” He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. “Tell me when.”

“That’s worse !” she gasped.

“It’s the exact extent of my mercy,” he said. “But I’m patient. Take as long as you like.”

Her jaw dropped at that. “You’re serious?”

“So very .”

She closed her eyes and looked down at her boobs, readjusting her forearms so the exposed parts weren’t unevenly deformed. She should’ve just shown her damn boobs from jump. Now it was so much worse. Just do it and get this over with . There was a possibility he might actually like them. He had picked her for this when she considered herself so far out of his league. He may have picked her for that very reason. She was the least risk. Easy to use and discard.

For fuck’s sake, show your stupid dumb tits!

She lowered her arms and grabbed hold of the vanity ledge in a death grip. Straightening her back, she slightly arched it, tightening and lifting her boobs as best she could. Then she clenched her eyes shut, her breaths blasting from her.

“When!” she shot out.

After three painful seconds, he whispered, “Glorious mother of all fucks .” Each word was hot, hard, and filled with a lethal hunger that both terrified and electrified her. Hope peeked its head out as her pulse walloped her eardrums.

She gasped when his mouth covered her left breast with a hard, greedy suck then moved to do the same to the other. The sound of his hunger brought a hot desire that blew right through her fears, arching her back even more as she fought to give herself. His desire gained momentum, a growl in his chest as he used his teeth on the tall peaks he’d created. His fist suddenly bit in her hair as his mouth stormed hers with the same aggression, his other hand on her entire throat, the possessive hold literally melting her bones.

“Your tits are so far beyond my wildest dreams , ” he seethed right in her mouth, his tongue stabbing again. “Don’t you ever hide them again. I’m going to punish you for not knowing how perfect and nasty they are.” He gripped both breasts and squeezed so tight before devouring her nipples again. “I’m going to jack off between this heaven while you lick and suck your King’s crown. Then I’m going to cover them with every drop of my cum.”

He fought and yanked on the button of her jeans as he drowned her with a passionate kiss. God he was the perfect one. She finally escaped her denim prison, so happy that the lower half of her body passed even her own judgmental standards.

“Doo-nie,” he shuddered, staring at her matching black panties. He pulled her hips to the edge of the counter and lowered to his knees, gaze locked and loaded at her privates. His hands slowly moved along her inner thighs, the threatening pressure creating a pulse in her throat next to her growing moans.

When he finally made his move, it was like a viper. Her legs were shoved open so wide, that the muscles screamed, then his mouth struck right on her lace-covered pussy with a hunger and growl that shook her core. Oh God, he was biting and sucking her. Thank you, God, for the sense to clean and change my panties before hurrying over.

He stood then, his chest heaving as he stared right into her eyes, the gray on literal fire as he hooked his fingers in her panties and lowered them. He kissed delicately all along her face, the slow, careful pattern feeling significant in her heart before he returned to his knees, locked on her naked privates again.

The sudden rogue horror of him not liking a shaved vagina slammed into her and stole her breath.

Her legs were again shoved open but not pounced on, and the sudden hesitation nearly stopped her heart. This time he moved in slowly, his hands careful as he stroked along her petals then eased them open like she was fragile. Oh God, his tongue moved wickedly slow over every inch of her while his low growls grew stronger with each breath. A warning of the lust rage incoming.

Excitement, desperate need, fear, inhibition—what a dizzying concoction moving through her blood as she squirmed to get more contact. But his iron grip on the juncture of her thighs said be so very fucking still while I taste you for the first time.

Her gasps and moans foretold the story before his tongue ever touched her clit. And when it finally did, she couldn’t stop from calling for him. “Mr. Nidev!”

He answered with an almost painful groan as he snuck a large finger into her entrance, stroking the upper wall as he placed tender, adoring kisses right on her clit.

“ Baby ,” she crooned, bringing her hand to his head, gliding her nails and fingers over his scalp.

His breath blasted against her as he pressed his mouth fully, gently bringing her clit into his lips for a steady suction that harmonized her moans to the pleasure burning through her. He began performing Kar-geh-rah and the Mongolian chant vibrated in her clit! The sound reminded her of a monster full of eternal longing and lust, burning away his sanity.

The idea filled her with a craving to dance to it. She twirled her hips to the melody, her moans matching the call in his soul.

He placed her foot on his shoulder, and she did the same with the other, the solid platform allowing her to truly dance and twirl against his mouth now stroking and gliding over every inch. His finger inside moved with slow, firm flicks, bringing the need to pee closer as his suckles returned, more hungry, more demanding.

“I’m going to come,” she cried, not wanting to break the beautiful synchronization of their needs.