Fowl Play (Tuft Swallow)

30. Kodi

CHAPTER 30

Three things happen in quick succession.

First, Brian bends down, grabs me by the thighs, and literally throws me onto the bed.

Next, he reaches up with his impossibly long arms, digs his fingers into the waistband of my leggings, rips them down my legs and tosses them onto the floor.

And then, he lowers his shoulders under my ankles and dives forward onto the bed, thrusting my legs up in the air and his face directly into my exposed pussy. It isn’t measured. It isn’t gentle. It is fast and hungry and hot as fuck.

I squeal. “Brian!”

And then I feel a cool rush of air slide past my lower lips as Brian breathes in my scent, opens his mouth, and licks a long line up my slit.

Sensation erupts across my center, goosebumps prickle up and down my entire body, and my back arches clear off the comforter. “Brian!”

“Heaven. Sweet and tangy like tequila with a lick of salt.”

“What?” I breathe, barely holding onto sanity as my brain still catches up to the fact that my pants are off.

“That’s what you taste like.”

He secures his arms tightly around my thighs, holding me open while he looks up at me from under the mound of my pussy. I shake my head, breathing in short pants. “That’s not–a real thing.”

“No?” He tilts his head, and smirks. “Guess I’m going to have to go in for another taste.”

And he does.

Jolts of electricity shoot from his tongue through my center and out to my fingertips as he opens my pussy with his hands and licks in short strokes around my clit. The fire that’s been building in my belly since our kisses stokes anew, these new kisses in my most intimate places driving it harder and hotter than before. The tingling feeling rises up my abdomen, to my chest, and I feel like the rest of my body needs…more. More contact, more air, more…something.

“Brian–Brian,” I gasp. “Stop, I need–”

He pulls back immediately, forehead wrinkled in concern. “What? What do you need?”

“I need my shirt off.”

The worry leaves his face in an instant, and he raises to his knees. A grin stretches across his face. “Yes. Yes you do.”

I reach for him, and he grabs my hands and pulls me into his chest, switching his grip to my waist as I press against him. He slides his fingertips under the hem of my shirt and pushes it up my rib cage, grazing the sides of my breasts through the fabric of my bra. Tingling follows his touch, and suddenly there is nothing I need more in this moment than to feel his fingers on my skin.

He reaches around to undo the clasp, and I sigh when the elastic springs apart at his deft fingers. I shrug out of both garments, throwing them off the side of the bed among other discarded clothes, and feel his big, strong hands spread across my shoulder blades as he takes me in, seeing my fully naked form for the first time.

I return the favor, taking in every inch of him that I can see, in earnest this time. His toned fighter’s body is glistening with the slightest sheen of perspiration, highlighting the definition of his pecs and the muscles feathering his ribs. As my gaze travels lower, I appreciate the light smattering of hair that thickens into a line below his belly button, pointing directly to his thick, impressive erection springing forward between us.

I don’t need to think about it when I wrap my fingers around the smooth, curved shaft and feel the skin slide with every movement of my hand, gripping the firm flesh with purpose. It’s instinctual. The most natural thing in the world.

“Fuck, Kodi, that feels so good.” His voice is strained and desperate. His eyes fly open, and I see him struggle with his self control for a moment as I squeeze him again and again. It’s addicting. I want to stroke him up and down, watching him tilt his head back in ecstasy until?—

He grabs my wrist. “We should talk safety. Birth control.”

Right. That makes sense. Luckily: “I’m on the pill.”

He sighs in relief. “And I’m clean—I test regularly. I don’t have condoms with me, though. I never expected…”

My hand loosens a bit as I realize what he’s saying. Oh.

As much as I want this, my fervor cools a bit at his admission. While I trust that he’s clean, and have no reason to assume I’m not, I can’t help but think I should listen to the hesitation in my gut.

I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet.

Do I want him inside me? Absolutely. It’s like a switch has flipped inside my virgin brain, and my hormones have taken over. His cock filling me over and over is literally all I can think about right now, and I don’t even know what it’ll feel like.

But this is still my first time. And even with birth control and STD tests, diving into my first time without a condom just feels risky to me.

“I don’t…I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” I admit, heart sinking. Brian swallows, and nods, taking the hand wrapped around his hard length and removing it, holding it in both of his.

He looks me in the eyes as he says, “that’s okay, Kodi. We don’t need to do that tonight.”

“But I want–” I pause. He waits patiently for me to gather my thoughts, rubbing little circles against my wrist with his thumb. “I don’t want to stop.”

“I didn’t say we had to stop.” He grins at me, and slowly leans forward, coaxing me back until I’m lying on the bed. He splays one hand across my stomach, reaching the other slowly up my rib cage towards my breast, dragging his fingers along the sensitive skin. I gasp. “I said we don’t need to do that.”

He cups his hand around my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, before walking his fingers toward the center of the mound and giving my nipple a playful flick.

I gasp again, jerking as lightning surges straight from my nipple to my core.

“There is still plenty we can do without sticking my cock in your sweet pussy, baby girl.”

His words light a fire in me, and I grasp his biceps, tugging at him until he rises over me. I crane my neck up and taste his lips again, running my tongue across the seam of his mouth until it opens for me. I need the fireworks that erupt inside me everytime I taste this man’s tongue.

He posts his elbows on either side of my head, and we stay like that, chest-to-chest, mouth-to-mouth, bare skin to bare skin, as we explore each other with our mouths. Fire spreads inside my chest as the kisses turn hungrier, deeper. I break away for air, and his kisses travel lower, trailing down my jaw until they reach a sensitive spot on my neck that makes me croon.

“Ahh!” I weave my fingers through the short hair on the sides of his head, until they find purchase in the longer strands at his scalp and tug.

He groans. “Yes, baby girl. That’s it. Put my mouth where you want me.”

Fuck. Something about the way he’s saying “baby girl” in that husky, horny voice of his is driving me positively feral. My arms move of their own accord, dragging him to my breasts again, where he takes one of my rock-hard nipples into his mouth and sucks greedily.

I keen. His name dropping from my lips in a voice I’ve never fucking heard before. The feeling of his lips, his tongue, grazing and sucking along the sensitive flesh of my breasts: positively decadent.

I owe Lily the biggest apology in the world. If this is what sex is like, then I completely understand her obsession with it. It’s tingly, it’s fiery, it’s amazing, it’s–

“Oh, God!” I cry as Brian’s tongue laps in a frenzied whirl around my nipple, sending sparks coursing through my body and wetness dripping between my legs. It’s like my stomach is full of Pop Rocks. My legs twitch of their own accord, and stars erupt behind my eyelids when I close them on a wordless whimper.

“You like that, baby girl?” He breathes against my sensitive skin, and I nod frantically.

“Yes! Oh my God, yes.”

“Are you ready for more?”

I look down in disbelief as he shifts a bit, leaning on one side and reaching his other hand down between my legs.

He groans. “Christ, Kodi, you’re fucking dripping for me.”

He runs a finger up and down the same path his tongue warmed up earlier, and I can feel how right he is. I’m slick with arousal down there, his finger easily slipping between my folds and rubbing at my entrance with little resistance. When the tip of his finger pokes gently inside me, I clench around him, unused to the intrusion.

But it feels so good.

Like too much and not enough all at once.

What would his cock feel like?

I can feel it grazing against my leg, a teensy bead of moisture dripping onto my hip where the tip of it rests between our bodies. I want to feel him with my fingers again, give back some of the incredible pleasure he’s giving me, but then he slides another finger inside me and my mind goes blank.

“Oooooh, fuck,” I moan, amazed at how full I feel with just two fingers inside me. He’s stretching the walls of my pussy in a delicious way, and I find my hips bucking up against his hand to seek out more of this new sensation.

“Wait a minute. Stay right here.” He pulls his hand away, and I feel cold and empty in his absence.

“What–”

“I almost forgot,” he calls over his shoulder, darting to the bathroom and confusing the hell out of me, until I see him appear at the doorway again with my vibrator in his hand.

He returns to his perch between my legs, and flicks on the wand with a buzz.

I tense in anticipation.

“Have you ever had something inside you while you rub this against your clit?”

I shake my head. It sounds amazing, though, and I know without a doubt that I want it.

He grins, his teeth flashing in the dim light of my bedroom. “Let’s fix that.”

The first touch of the vibrating head of the magic wand to my clit is deliciously familiar. Yes. This is the high I crave when I need to relax, to give myself a release. I feel the familiar tensing build low in my abdomen, and I tilt my hips up, sinking into the slow spiral of pleasure.

Then Brian’s hand slips under the toy, swirling in my wet folds before pressing once more inside me.

And everything changes.

I jerk my hips upwards again, and the pressure within me intensifies. But Brian doesn’t just fill me with his fingers, he swirls them in circles within me, pressing cyclically against my inner walls which clench in time with the vibrations against my clit.

“Fuck,” I moan, grinding deeper against his hand and the wand, the feeling altogether more intense and somehow emptier than before. Without his fingers, I’d been fast approaching an explosive, but shallow climax: one I knew would leave me quaking and satisfied. But now…

Oh God.

Now, an aching, pulsing need arises deep, deep within me–so deep I’m not sure if it’s in my vagina or my ovaries or my fucking spine. Brian’s fingers are relentless as they curl in regular pulses against some spot inside me that’s making me see stars.

At the same time, my clit is going crazy, bolts of pleasure radiating from that little nub out to my thighs and up to my breasts, making my whole body quake with my impending orgasm. But somehow, he’s got every zing of sensation anchored at his fingertips, and every wave crests higher and troughs deeper than any build up I’ve ever had before.

“Fuck, you are stunning,” he rasps above me, and I meet his eyes. That fire I saw earlier is raging there now, irises glinting like emeralds with his arousal. My mouth opens on a wordless cry as he holds my gaze, urging me towards oblivion with every twitch of his hand, until finally the crests and zings and bolts all coalesce into an all-consuming, explosive climax, and I shatter around him.

“Fuck! Brian! Brian!” I scream his name, just like he told me to, again and again until I’m hoarse from cumming. Amazingly, my body doesn’t become oversensitive right away, and I’m able to ride the peak of pleasure for what feels like forever, grinding against his hand and the delicious buzz of my magic wand in a continuous ride of bliss.

At last, when it feels like I’ll faint from the tensing of my muscles, I collapse against the bed. Only the involuntary tremors that rack my thighs betray my body’s absolute exhaustion, and I sigh against my pillow as Brian slowly pulls his hand and the toy away.

“That was…” My voice is little more than a broken whisper, my larynx completely shot from the endless screaming. Brian leans into me and presses a kiss to my forehead, and I wrap my tired limbs around him like a sloth, craving contact with his warm, beautiful body.

He lets me cling to him, leaning his forehead into the crook of my neck. “You are something else, Kodi Gander.”

“Me?” I huff a voiceless laugh. “I didn’t do anything. You. You’re the real hero here.”

“Was it good for your first time?”

I nod, my eyes closing of their own accord. “So good. So unbelievably good. Holy fuck. I had no idea it could be like that.”

I feel his cheeks stretch into a smile, and it’s so wonderful. I want him to lay beside me all night.

He pulls away, and I open my eyes. “Where are you going?”

“Cleaning up,” he answers, and I wince as his erection–still painfully hard–bounces as he climbs off the bed. I roll to the edge, reaching towards him.

“Wait–don’t you want to come, too?”

He hesitates a moment, then shakes his head. “No. I’m fine. Tonight was about you.”

“But that’s not fair.”

“Fair?” Brian raises an eyebrow incredulously. “You want to know what’s not fair?” He swings back onto the bed, leaning over me and raking his eyes up and down my body. “The fact that someone as achingly beautiful and strong as you has kept yourself from experiencing the bliss of falling apart like that for your entire life. You should be this hoarse from screaming in ecstasy every morning when you wake up and every night before you go to bed. The fact that I’m the only person who’s seen you in the throes of pleasure and heard you scream their name while you do it–goddammit, Kodi. It’s so un-fucking-fair.”

I gape at him, stunned into silence.

What…what do I say to something like that?

“I’m the luckiest goddamn man alive tonight, Kodi. Don’t you think for a second that I’ve somehow gotten the short end of the stick here.”

He leaves the room, and I hear the rush of the faucet as he cleans off the toy in the bathroom. A moment later, Brian’s back with his boxers on, climbing in beside my still naked body and pulling me into his chest. He holds me, and I wrap my hands around his strong forearms, squeezing until my fingers can’t anymore, anchoring him to me.

His words play on a loop in my head, and tears threaten to fall from my eyes.

He said I’m strong.

He said I’m beautiful.

Slowly, my body relaxes into the reassuring warmth of his arms, and we don’t say another word as the two of us drift off to sleep.