Chapter 10 Forrest
Chapter ten
Forrest
My skin was slick with a mix of flopsweat and a desperate, throbbing arousal as my cock thickened to see Birdie’s perfect shapely ass crawl into the limo in front of me.
“You have to believe me,” I said, getting as close to her as I dared and rolling up the partition so the driver couldn’t hear or see us. “I’m so desperately sorry. You don’t understand how sorry I am.”
My mouth worked, unable to think of any more ways to express my intense regret. I was saying words I had never said before. Like “desperate.”
“I’m glad to have found Jerry as a contact,” she said, like she hadn’t even heard me. “He has produced some very interesting indie albums, very avant-garde stuff.”
“I’m the one going to produce your album,” I howled, dimly aware in some part of my brain that this should be humiliating behavior, but I didn’t even care.
“He couldn’t possibly give you as good of a setup or sound.
I own the premier recording studio in the world, and I have a helluva recording studio downstairs in case you’d rather record in a more intimate setting. ”
I couldn’t resist inhaling her scent, or stifle the deep groan it drew from me.
”Please, baby girl—angel—“
“My god, if you’re that desperate, get on your knees. I’m sending some work emails, though, so don’t expect to get my full attention.”
That was a humbling disclaimer, but I was too eager to care, instantly falling to the floor of the limo and pulling her sweatpants down so they pooled on the ground and her delectable round curves were exposed to me.
She was wearing tiny little pink lacy panties, and it was nauseating to remember only a few weeks ago she had excitedly shown them to me, climbing into my lap and grinding on my dick as she covered my face with kisses.
Why had I fucked that up? I should have been rocketing down the road at 95 mph to marry her.
And now she let her legs fall open carelessly as her fingers quickly flicked over her phone.
But I knew how to please her, I knew how to get her to focus on me. Usually I would have dragged it out as long as I could, starting with her ankles, but I was too embarrassingly anxious she’d get bored, so I slipped aside her panties and dove in.
She was wet all right, my finger coming away slick with arousal when I carefully pressed it into her pretty pussy, and I groaned with eagerness and began to lap at her clit, combining the exact pressure I knew Birdie liked with strokes inside her pussy, butterflying my fingers and stroking the rough spot inside her.
I wanted that damn squirt that fucker Pierre had gotten.
But every time I looked up, Birdie was still focused on that damn phone, every now and again moving my head where she wanted it without another word.
Panic began to spiral through me.
What was happening
Maybe she needed some dirty talk. I loved dirty talking with Birdie.
“Oh, my pretty filthy girl,” I growled. “Ride my face. I love when my tongue is deep inside this pretty pussy.”
“Yeah, ok,” Birdie said. “A little to the left.”
Then she closed her eyes for about twenty-five seconds and came.
She was normally so noisy and vocal that it was extremely jolting, but of course still hot as hell as I lapped up all her come, loving the little pulses against my face, the way I could see the tan line with her tiny little bikini bottoms.
I didn’t even care that I hadn’t come, my cock dripping precum down my legs as I sat next to her, nuzzling in Birdie’s neck, inhaling her fresh, sexy coconut scent.
“I love when your come is running down my chin and soaking into my beard. Baby girl, I love you but you’re also the best damn lay I’ve ever had.
Come on, sweetheart, forgive me. Let me make it up to you.
A wedding twice as big. Honeymoon twice as long.
You’re the most important thing in the world to me. ”
I glanced down as I crooned in her ear, but instead of Birdie looking at me lovingly, I noticed she was looking at her Tiktok messages.
I blinked at the phone just in time to see her typing, “I’m not doing anything now” to some gym looking douche-bro.
“What the hell are you doing?” I snarled, grabbing the phone from her and scanning the text thread. “Who is this guy?”
Some bro named Darren, who had been sending her messages with every social media post she’d made off and on for months, about how hot she was, but they’d ramped up after the wedding disaster two weeks ago.
And he wasn’t the only one. Her DMs were full of younger men begging for a scrap of attention.
Because of course. Because Birdie was a prize. Hot fucking stuff.
And like an idiot I’d provided them an opening.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“What about what we just did? Didn’t that mean anything to you?” I wished I could get that plaintive note out of my voice but somehow I just couldn’t excise it.
“It sure did. It meant I’m perfectly fine to use you as a fuck buddy if no one younger is available. Sort of as a backup plan, as it were.”
Fuck, that almost knocked the wind out of me.
“I love you,” I tried, but she only snatched the phone back and resumed reading her messages, a little smile playing over her face.
“I do not appreciate you acting like I’m just one on your roster. We are not fuck buddies. We’re lovers, partners, and I want to be your husband.”
Birdie only shrugged, barely listening.
“You can’t tell me any other man knows exactly what can make you explode like that. Most men don’t even know where the fucking clit is.”
“Maybe,” she retorted. “But how fun it would be to teach them.”
Inside unfamiliar anxiety was scraping down me like peeling wallpaper.
“Please, Birdie no—you’ve got to believe me—”
She raised a hand to cut me off and those plump lips were set firmly.
“Oh, I believe you deeply regret this and etc etc etc. It doesn’t matter. I’m glad you did it, because you showed me we aren’t suited at all. We aren’t compatible. I don’t come from your world.”
“We are compatible. We have so much in common.”
“Oh, please. When is the last time you did something below the level of the symphony?”
“Anything you like, darling—” I began, but just then Birdie leaped up from her seat.
“We’re here!” she chirped, pulling her sweatpants up over that delectable pussy, and then with one swift move she was out of the car and I was left thinking desperately about what, if anything, would get her to forgive me.