Page 51 of Songbird: Black Kite
Had I ever?
Holding her tight, I rocked my hips against her, pressing my throbbing dick into her lower back, hoping for a little relief. Sure, I could have had any one of those groupies suck me off by now, but I was finding I was enjoying how my night was going. A little delayed gratification never hurt no one, right?
“You got another song in there for me, Bird?” I asked, sliding my fingers back into her panties, automatically seeking out that damp heat I’d found there. Teasing her a little, I circled her clit again, smirking at how she shuddered from even the slightest touch.
If I didn’t know better, I would have almost believed my Bird was a virgin; she was a bit skittish, but so fuckin’ responsive at the same time. I couldn’t wait to see how she’d respond when I really got her going.
“Yeah,” she said, her breaths rapid against my chest. “I got it. Just, uh...keep going.”
Releasing her tit, I slid my hand out from under her shirt and gripped her chin lightly, turning her face to me.
“I have no intention of stopping, Bird.”
She blinked, then nodded, and I just couldn’t fucking help myself. I had to taste her again.
Leaning in, I pressed my mouth to hers, glorying in her surprised gasp, her eyes going wide before she closed them, letting herself fall into the kiss. I was out of practice, not even remembering the last time I had kissed a woman, but with Bird, I couldn’t seem to stop. Everything about her called to me, including her delectable mouth. Those lips, full and lush, seemingly always parted in surprise. There was no way I couldnotkiss her, and she didn’t seem to mind one fuckin’ bit.
Letting my tongue explore inside her mouth, I moved my body a little to the side, allowing me to maneuver my hand better, too. Once I was situated, Bird now a bit sideways and propped up against my thigh, one leg bent, the other straight out on the bed, I slid my middle finger into her pussy, her hot, tight channel welcoming me.
“Fuck, yes, Bird,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in my jeans, but I made no move to touch it. “So fuckin’ tight, baby.”
“Hawk,” she whined, her eyes squeezed closed as I added another finger, pressing lightly against the front wall of her body.
“I got you. Just play for me, Bird, and I’ll make sure you fucking fly tonight.”
“I can’t,” she protested, her hips rotating in a way that seemed almost unconscious.
“You can. I know you can.” Because if I could think straight tonight, she sure as fuck could. “Play something, baby.”
With shaking hands, she began to pluck out a song I didn’t know, the delicate notes trilling through the air as she confidently played the new melody. It was gorgeous, the string of notes weaving together flawlessly as her nimble fingers danced along the neck of the Martin.
“What is that?” I asked, causing her to freeze, both the movement of her hips and her hands stopping.
“Nothing,” she said quickly. “I don’t even know what that was.”
Before I could ask anything more, she started playing aMy Chemical Romancesong, and I grinned. Using the hand that wasn’t currently buried to the second knuckle in her pussy, I slid those sexy little suspenders off her shoulders, then tugged the hem of her shirt up and exposed the lace of her bra. Her tits were sweet, firm and perky with just the right amount of heft to them. Keeping up steady movements with my hand between her thighs, I started plucking at her nipple like it was a guitar string, loving the breathy noises she made when I hit just the right note.
“You gonna come for me, Bird?” I asked, wanting nothing more in that moment. “You gonna soak my hand while you play my guitar? Show me how you do it, baby. Show me how fuckin’ talented you are. The stage is all yours, Bird. Give it to me.”
Like my words were permission, she came, her tight body locking up and her moan the sweetest sound in the world. It was fucking hot, and I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from joining her.
And through it all, she never stopped playing.
It was fuckin’ epic.
“That’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about,” I growled. Easing my fingers out of her still pulsing body, I took the guitar from her hands and set it beside us on the bed. Gripping her firmly by the back of the neck, I held her to me as I rolled, trading positions so that she was on her back, beneath me, my body cradled between her damp thighs. This time when I kissed her, I didn’t hold anything back, wanting to know her inside and out. Wanting to consume her, to take a piece of her and own it forever.
I’d never felt this out of control before. Maybe it was the Molly, maybe it was the music, but I couldn’t stop myself from pressing closer, trying to get every inch of my body against hers.
“Fuck, Bird,” I moaned against her mouth. “You’re so fucking fire.” Rising to my knees, I ripped my shirt off, unable to stand the fucking heat any longer. Her eyes widened, her small hands coming up to touch the bare skin of my chest. “Yes,” I hissed, closing my eyes when her blunt, black painted nails began to drag lightly over my body. “Touch me, baby. Just fucking touch me.”
“Holy fuck,” she whispered, and I looked down at her, smirking when I noticed her eyes were firmly locked on the front of my jeans.
“You want that, Bird?” I asked, grabbing my dick through my pants and squeezing tight. It felt fucking good, a pleasant side effect of the drugs, but also because I was turned on as fuck. “You can have it.” Popping the button on my jeans, I tugged down the zipper, sighing in relief as my cock was finally released from the tight denim. Lowering my hand, I gave a few solid tugs, my head rolling back on my neck as I reveled in the feeling, my entire body lighting up.
“Can I touch you?” she asked quietly, and I groaned again.
“Fuck, yes.” Dropping my dick, I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Watching her multi-colored hair drift back down, I smiled, raking my fingers through it and repeating the motion. It was like a kaleidoscope, the red and the blonde flashing and alternating before my eyes. I felt like I could stare at it all fuckin’ day.
