Page 54 of Songbird: Black Kite
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, my hips rising off the bed and pressing against his hot mouth. I’d never felt anything this amazing in my entire life, and I never wanted it to end.
Unfortunately, Hawk had other plans. Pulling back, he stared at me, licking his lips like he couldn’t get enough of my taste, and I rolled my lips together at the sight.
“Delicious,” he praised. “Now, you gonna let me in this sweet pussy?” he asked, his thumb making firm circles again, and I couldn’t have stopped the noise that came out of my mouth if I’d tried.
And I didn’t try at all.
“Yes. Holy fuck. Please.”
“Good girl,” he praised, and I swore I could feel myself getting wetter at his words.
Removing his hands—and ignoring my groan of protest when he did so—Hawk reached to the side and picked up one of the condoms he’d piled there. I pushed up onto my elbows, desperate to see every single second of what he was doing. I stared in awe as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, spitting out the corner before he rolled it down his length, hissing when his own hands made contact.
“You better hold on, Bird,” he growled, moving to lean over me, propping himself on the headboard with one hand while the other circled his cock, lining it up with my entrance before giving me one more dirty smile. “This is gonna be good.”
With that, he slammed inside me, and I let out a scream.
I should have said something, should have told him before it happened, but I was afraid if I’d told him the truth, he’d have stopped.
So I said nothing as Hawk Jameson unknowingly tore through my virginity.
“Fuck, yes. You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby,” he complimented, but his words didn’t have the same effect on me that they had a few moments before. The pain was too blinding, the intrusion too much for me to focus on anything but how he felt as he invaded my body.
It was unlike anything I could have possibly expected, and while I didn’t want to stop, I needed a moment to adjust. Hawk, however, was single-minded, his hips thrusting as he muttered in my ear, talking about how good it was, how hot I was, how he was so close.
I laid there, my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes as I waited for it to be over.
When Hawk finally came, driving deep one last time and grunting loudly in my ear, I breathed out a sigh of relief. It hadn’t been terrible, but it certainly hadn’t been like I’d read about in the dirty novels Sabrina and I stole from her grandmother. I laid there, Hawk still inside me, his breath against my sweaty neck as he placed soft, feather-light kisses there, whispering sweet words against my skin.
“Perfect. So perfect, Bird. Soft. So soft, and mine. Soft, perfect, and mine. You’re mine, Bird. My Bird. Perfect Bird.”
He kept on talking, his voice growing quieter and his words slurring as he softened inside me, the sticky lube of the condom making a weird slurping noise as he shifted his hips in small thrusting movements, like he didn’t want to stop fucking me, even when his body wasn’t cooperating.
When it seemed like he couldn’t stay awake any longer, Hawk pressed a final lingering kiss against my neck before he moved. Pulling out, he rolled to the side, nudging the guitar over against the wall and throwing one arm over his eyes.
“Perfect Bird,” he breathed again, then he sighed as he drifted into sleep.
He was snoring in seconds.
Chapter thirty-two
Wren
Fifteen Years Ago
Ittookmeamoment to find my bra, but when I did, I scrambled back into my clothes, using the mirror on the back of the door to check my smudged eyeliner before steeling myself to head back out to the main room.
I needed some space, and while the bedroom was stifling—and it smelled like alcohol and sex—I doubted the crowded tour bus would offer any kind of solace either. I didn’t hate what had happened, but it hadn’t been the lovely, world-changing experience I’d dreamed about, either. Hawk hadn’t forced himself on me, but he hadn’t known I was a virgin, so it could hardly be his fault that he’d maybe gone a little rougher than I’d been prepared for.
Either way, I just needed out of the room. Glancing back at him, sprawled out on the bed, naked, the condom still in place on his quickly softening dick. I paused, unsure if I should do something or just leave him like that, but eventually I grabbed the edge of the blanket, throwing it over him before opening the door as quietly as I could and stepping out.
The bus looked exactly the same as it had before I’d disappeared with Hawk, except now it was cloudy with smoke. Sabrina was still there, a beer in her hand as she chatted with someone I didn’t recognize, Gavin still looking on from the shadows with a scowl on his face. When I entered the room, she looked at me, her face holding the question I knew she’d ask, and I nodded, offering her a smile as I made my way over to the kitchen area and snagged a bottle of water out of the ice bucket that had been placed on the counter.
“Hey, now,” came Lewis’s loud, grating voice. I turned, seeing him sprawled on the couch with one of the other VIP girls sitting beside him, her hand down his pants, jerking him off. “There she is! The newest member of the Holy Trinity Club.” Some of the guys laughed, but Charlie frowned, his eyes narrowed at Lewis before he looked back at me in concern. “How was it, babe?”
“How was what?” I questioned dumbly, causing Lewis to laugh even harder.
“Hawk’s dick.”
