Page 155 of Songbird: Black Kite
“I remembered holding you while you played, just like I did tonight. I remembered your body against mine, how it felt to be near you. The way your body fit with mine so perfectly, it seemed that there wasn’t a more ideal match in the whole world.
“And I remembered the song.”
“You did?” she asked breathlessly.
“I did, baby. I remembered it every fuckin’ night. That melody you played for me on the bus? It rolled through my head every time I went to sleep, filling my dreams with brown eyes and golden hair and a woman who stayed with me everywhere I went.” Closing my eyes for a second, I took a deep breath before I continued.
“Haunted. That’s what I was, Bird. And that’s why I wrote that song. I held on to those notes you left me with—I clutched them like a fuckin’ lifeline—because if I played them, if I could sit down with my guitar and play those chords, then that meant that you were real. That you were out there somewhere, and it meant that I wasn’t quite as alone as I felt.”
As I spoke, Wren seemed to melt, her body lowering against mine with each word, her walls crumbling as I laid everything bare. When every possible inch of us was touching, when she couldn’t get any closer to me, she looked at me, eye to eye, and smiled.
It was a smile I’d never seen from her before, all the previous ones she’d shared with me having been at least a little guarded. No, this smile was one I’d only witnessed in the photos that had decorated her house. Pictures of her and Cooper together, love and trust and happiness shining out like a beacon.
I knew that those smiles were as rare as they were special, and this one was just for me.
“You might have been lonely,” she whispered, a single tear sliding down her face despite the beautiful smile she wore. “But you were never alone. I swear to you, Hawk. I was always with you.” Thighs tightening around my hips, Wren ground herself against me, and I let out another groan. “I was always yours.”
This time, it was Wren who leaned in, hands on either side of my face as she held me against her and kissed me. Her body rolled against mine, a sultry mimic of the shining Pacific Ocean behind her, and I knew that this time, I couldn’t rest until I had her.
Claimed her.
Made her mine.
Once again grasping her thighs, I held her to me as I stood, abandoning the guitar as I turned and made my way into my bedroom, the double-wide balcony doors still standing open. As I walked, Wren wrapped her legs around me, never once breaking our kiss. Entering my bedroom, I set her down on the bed before standing, reaching for the waistband of my pants.
“Wait,” Wren said, and I froze, a jolt of panic racing through me. I’d stop if she wanted, but it would probably kill me. Lifting her hands to mine, she pulled them aside, curling her fingers into mine as she blinked up at me. “Let me.”
Well, yes fucking please.
When I didn’t protest, Wren dropped her gaze to my cotton pants, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she pulled the lower one between her teeth in a move that had me curling my fists at my side. Slowly—almost too fucking slowly—she guided my pants down over my hips, revealing my cock one inch at a time. When they made it past my thighs, she released them, letting them pool at my ankles and moving her hand to wrap around my throbbing dick.
“Fuck, Bird,” I grit out, balls drawing up tight at her simple touch.
“I—I’ve dreamed about this,” she said, her words almost too low to hear. “Remembering what you tasted like. What you felt like in my mouth.” Raising her eyes, she met mine, and the lust I saw there almost knocked me on my ass. “In my throat.”
“Baby.”
“Show me,” she taunted, her thumb dragging over the crown, smearing the fluid she found there before she released me and popped her thumb into her mouth, eyes closing as she savored my taste. “Show me what it’s like to be yours.”
I wanted to tell her so many things, show her in a million different ways all the things I would do for her because she was mine. But in that moment, with those beautiful brown eyes gazing up at me with heat and adoration, I knew I was going to give her exactly what she’d asked for.
Shifting my hand to her jaw, I trailed my thumb over her lower lip, pulling her mouth open and sliding my thumb inside.
“You wanna taste me, Bird?” I asked, pressing down on her tongue. “You want me to fuck this mouth, baby?” She couldn’t speak—not with my thumb holding her tongue prisoner—but the noise that she let out at my words was more than enough for me to understand that she wanted that very, very much.
Reaching down, I wrapped my free hand around the base of my cock, giving the hot flesh an aggressive tug before I used my grip on her chin to guide her face down, getting her at just the right angle before I released her.
“Stick that tongue out, baby. Let me see it.” Wren complied, extending her tongue out as far as she could, watching me with wide eyes. Bringing my cock to her mouth, I ran the tip along her tongue, painting it with my pre-come, watching as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Good girl,” I praised as I slid the crown of my cock past her lips, letting her tongue trail all along the underside before withdrawing slowly and running the head across her lips. Wren took a breath before using the pointed tip of her tongue to glide up and down my slit, the sensation so intense I could barely breathe.
“Fuck, Bird. You’re so incredible, you know that?” Grasping her head gently in both hands, I tilted her face up, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then another to her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth where my cock had just been, the light salty taste still lingering on her lips. “Now, take a breath, baby, and hold on, because I’m about to fuck this mouth like I own it.”
With those words, I plunged my cock into her mouth, the fat head of my dick bumping into the back of her throat where her muscles tightened reflexively, trying to keep me out. Rocking my hips back, I pulled out only enough to let her adjust, then pushed back in again, the same muscles offering less and less resistance every time I reached them.
Keeping a close watch on Wren’s eyes for any sign she was in distress, I maintained my punishing pace, reveling in the wet, wanton sounds we made together. Never before had a blow job been so fucking erotic, and as I stared down at Wren, her hands resting lightly on my thighs as she opened herself up to me, I was completely overwhelmed by the amount of emotion that welled up inside me.
I could write a thousand songs, and not one of them would ever accurately convey the way this woman made me feel. How accepted and cared for and absolutelyseenI was, and in that moment, I knew I would do anything to protect it. To protect us.
“That’s it,” I praised. “So fucking good for me. You gonna let me in that throat now, Bird? Huh? Let me in, baby.” I watched as she took a breath through her nose, her eyes meeting mine as she gave a small nod, granting me permission, which I immediately took. This time, when I reached the back of her throat, those same reflexes that had been trying to keep me out relaxed instead, opening enough to let my cock slip in, sliding down into the tight squeeze of her muscles. I groaned at the sheer perfection of it, a lightning bolt of sensation shooting through me as Wren deliberately swallowed around me, gripping my cock even tighter as she fought her natural reflexes.
