Page 53 of Songbird: Black Kite
It was like I couldn’t get enough, my mind craving his words as much as my body craved his touch.
I needed more. Reaching up, I unclasped my bra and tugged it off, tossing it to the side where it landed on the guitar. Hawk, previously distracted by his own fingers, looked down at the motion, his eyes darkening as he took in my breasts.
“These tits,” he growled, diving down and immediately taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I cried out at the sensation, my body falling back on the bed as he nearly tackled me to get at them. While he sucked on one, his hand came up and began caressing the other aggressively, the difference in the sensations sending my mind into overdrive. My hips thrust up reflexively, and I gasped when the skin of my inner thigh came into contact with his dick, still hard and hanging out the open fly of his jeans exactly where I’d left it. Wanting to touch him again, I reached down with one hand, finding him blindly and grasping him again, just like he’d shown me.
“Bird,” he breathed, switching sides to suck on my other nipple. “So fucking good, Bird.”
“Hawk,” I said, getting his attention. He looked at me, those blue eyes so dark and full of fire. “Please,” was all I could manage.
“What do you need, Bird?”
Need? What did Ineed?
So fucking much. I needed my father to stop drinking. I needed my mother to quit working for the McQueens, and for my sister to get into a decent college so she could have a shot at a real future. I needed a better job and a better life and to get the hell out of Grand Rapids for good.
Those were things Ineeded. But in that moment, none of it mattered, because I was nothing more than a burning bundle ofwant.
I knew Hawk would give it to me. I just had to ask.
“Fuck me,” I said boldly, hardly recognizing myself, but liking who I saw. “Please, Hawk. Fuck me.”
He stared at me for a second, eyes wide, then a slow, sexy smile crawled across his face.
“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good. So fucking good.”
In a flash, he was off the bed, kicking off his boots and removing his jeans the rest of the way. I blushed when I realized he hadn’t been wearing any underwear, something I hadn’t noticed before.
Opening that same drawer, Hawk withdrew a fist full of condoms, tossing them on the bed beside the guitar with a smirk.
“You think you’ll need that many?” I asked with a nervous laugh as he climbed back up on to the bed and once again knelt between my legs.
“Bird, I plan on fucking you as many times as I can before the sun comes up. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
Pressing my lips together, I bit back a smile, his words infusing me with enough confidence to reach for him again. But this time, when my hand wrapped around his cock, he grasped my wrist, pulling me off.
“Ah. Gonna need you to hold the fuck on there,” he said, grabbing me by the thighs and pulling me farther down the bed, causing my skirt to bunch up around my waist. “I’ve gotta get a look at this pretty little pussy first.”
I’ll admit that when I pictured myself having sex—even months ago, long before sex with Hawk even became a possibility—it had never actually occurred to me that the guy I was with might actually want to look at me...there.
As Hawk stared down at the apex of my thighs, I panicked, attempting to close my legs even though his hips were firmly wedged between them.
“Now, Bird,” he cooed, both hands rubbing gently up and down my thighs as he spoke. “Don’t be like that. I already know what she feels like.” His hands crept higher, fingers dancing over the tender skin at the crease of my hip. “And what she tastes like.” I blushed again as his thumb started caressing my clit through my damp panties. “I just want to look at her. See if she’s as perfect as the rest of you.”
Swallowing hard, I bit my lip and spread my legs, earning me another grin from Hawk. God, the way he looked in that moment, hair disheveled and hanging around his face, pupils blown wide and his cheeks flushed. It was the sexiest I’d ever seen him look, and it was all for me.
Hawk leaned down and kissed me, hard and fast, then lifted up, grabbing the bottle he’d set on the headboard earlier and taking a swig before kissing me again. This time, he let some of the vodka he’d been holding in trickle from his mouth to mine, and I smiled against his lips, swallowing down the gift and then licking into his mouth for more. We stayed like that, kissing and touching in the near-dark, the moment seeming so surreal that I could hardly believe it was actually happening to me.
After a time, Hawk reached down again, his fingers hooking in the spaces between my fishnets and tearing, pulling them apart to make one large hole. When I squeaked at the movement, he laughed lightly.
“Hush, Bird. I’m just making myself some room.”
With that, he sat up straight again, using his knees to push my legs wider apart. I could feel my face reddening as he stared at my panties, his fingers tracing the soft lace edges of the material.
“Loving this lace,” he said, voice low. “It’s pretty, like you.” Hooking his fingers under the thin fabric, Hawk tugged it to the side, exposing me to the cooler air of the room. “Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he breathed reverently. “So fuckin’ pretty.” I held my breath as he looked at me, leaning down and running his thumbs over my exposed pussy. “So soft, Bird. So fucking smooth. Gonna feel so damn good when I’m sliding inside. So hot and tight and smooth.”
I moaned as his thumb trailed higher, gliding over my overly sensitive clit. I couldn’t believe how good his touch felt, how such a small contact could send electricity zinging from one end of my body to another.
Without warning, Hawk leaned in, dragging his tongue along my damp flesh from bottom to top, and I cried out. He grinned at me from between my legs, then repeated the motion, this time pausing at the top to swirl his tongue around my clit, sending a sharp buzzing sensation throughout my entire body.
