Chapter 16 #2
My vision tunnels when she unbuckles her seat belt and shifts onto all fours on the bench seat beside me.
Any other time, I’d scold her for putting her safety at risk—but right now I’m too far gone.
Thankfully, there aren’t any other vehicles in sight as I slow down and flip on my blinker, turning onto the next dirt road and guiding the truck behind a row of pine trees, their long shadows keeping us hidden from view.
I turn off my headlights once we’ve come to a stop, engulfing us in darkness.
The only light is the soft flicker of fireflies outside, blinking like tiny stars scattered across the landscape.
The faint chirp of crickets is all I can hear over the shallow, ragged rhythm of my own breathing as Birdie tugs down my zipper.
I lift up so she can tug down my boxers enough to take out my now fully erect cock.
She saw it last night, but this is the first time she’s touching me, and I never want this to end.
My hand clamps around the door handle, fighting to keep even a shred of composure as she traces my shaft with a featherlight touch, her fingers slowly curling around me, and gives a gentle squeeze.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip and without prompting, she leans down, flicking her tongue across the crown to lick it off.
“Oh fuck.”
Birdie lifts her gaze to mine, a smile curving her mouth. “Show me how you like it, Walker… please.”
It’s the please that does me in.
Every hot breath against my cock burns through sense and reason, and even if all she did was lick me, it’d be enough to make me come. I remind myself that this thing started because she asked me to teach her, and with her so eager to learn, how can I possibly say no?
I wind my fingers through Birdie’s hair and push the tip of my cock against her mouth.
“Wrap your lips around the crown,” I instruct.
She eagerly obliges, her tongue darting out to explore the texture of the head. I very slowly guide my cock down her throat and when she gets about halfway her gag reflex kicks in, a trickle of drool running down her chin.
I stroke the column of her neck with my free hand. “Focus on breathing through your nose so you can open your throat and take more of me.”
She rests her hands on my thighs as she pushes up on her knees, her ass sticking in the air as she angles herself to accommodate my size, slowly taking me deeper in her mouth. The sight has me biting my bottom lip as I let out a growling moan.
“That’s it, baby. Take as much as you can while I fuck that perfect mouth of yours.”
A soft hum of approval rumbles from her chest, the sound reverberating around my dick. I instinctively rock my hips forward, and she takes a sharp inhale through her nose. Determined to drive me wild, she hollows her cheeks, swallowing hard around me.
My shaft pulses forward and when she’s got me halfway inside her mouth, the rush crashes over me like a tidal wave, consuming every part of me.
“Damn, Birdie, you feel so good,” I praise, stroking her hair.
Her gaze lifts to mine as she moves her hand back to the base of my shaft, holding me steady as she runs her tongue up, this time applying pressure to the veins.
Every one of my muscles strains to maintain control, but Birdie has other plans as she swirls her tongue around the crown and back down my length.
She may look innocent, but right now I’m utterly at her mercy—every motion an entrancing mix of mischief and unbridled temptation.
It’s enough to push me right to the edge.
I gently tug on her hair to pull her off. “I’m going to come.”
She ignores me, leaning forward and pushing the head back down her throat.
“Fuck, Birdie, if you don’t want me coming down your throat you have to stop,” I grunt.
She shakes her head, tears gathering at the corner of her eyes. Her swollen lips bob up and down as she tentatively wraps her free hand around my balls. I let out a guttural groan when she gives them a light squeeze.
“Jesus Fucking Christ.” My voice is strained as I tip my head back. “If you’re going to finish me off, you better swallow every drop.”
She nods the best she can as I spill my load down her throat. My cock jerks in her hand from aftershocks, and my eyes widen as she flicks her tongue along the shaft like it’s a damn popsicle. I’ve never seen something so damn hot in my life.
When she’s finished cleaning me off, she releases my cock from her mouth with a loud pop. She sits back on her heels, lifting her gaze to meet mine. A bead of cum drips from her bottom lip and without taking her eyes off me, she slowly licks it off, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction.
“Such a good girl,” I croon.
“Your good girl,” she corrects me with a smirk.
My eyes flare with possession. “That’s right. Mine.”
She probably thinks this is just playful banter, unaware of how serious I am.
To reclaim a sense of control, I take a deep breath, tucking my semi-hard cock inside my boxers and zipping up my pants.
“Fuck, baby,” I say, groaning. “I had every intention of taking you on a nice date, and now all I can think about is taking you back to my place and making you come with my mouth.”
She flashes me a grin. “Don’t tempt me with a good—” She’s cut off when my phone rings.
“Dammit. I’m sorry—let me check to make sure it’s not urgent.” I pull out my phone and sigh, holding a finger to my lips before answering. “Hi, Sheriff Matterson.”
Birdie’s eyes grow wide, but she stays silent.
“I need you at the Blue Moon Tavern. There was a bar fight, and at least one patron is headed to the hospital,” he starts, and I can hear someone cussing up a storm in the background.
“It’s going to be all hands on deck taking statements and potentially making an arrest. It’ll probably take all night. ”
I have far more important things to do like take his daughter back to my place and feast on her pussy. But if I don’t show up at the bar to help make sure things are done right, mistakes will get made, and it’ll be a damn headache to fix later.
I rake a hand through my hair, glance over at Bridie, and mouth the words, “I’m sorry.”
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” I grumble to the sheriff.
“I knew I could count on you, Halstead. See you soon,” he replies before ending the call.
“Guess duty calls, huh?” Birdie says, trying not to sound disappointed.
I set my phone on the dash, and cup her face with my hands. “Lesson seventy-two: Never let a man leave you wanting,” I say, letting out a resigned sigh. “And now I’m the jackass asking you to make an exception.” I rest my forehead against hers.
“I’ll accept your rain check on one condition,” Birdie says, a smirk playing on her lips.
I draw back, raising a brow. “What’s that?”
“You bring a veggie burger and sweet potato fries when you make it up to me.”
“I’ll do you one better and have Earl bring one to your house within the hour,” I reply, capturing her mouth in a kiss.
The least I can do for cutting our night short is to show her how much she means to me and make sure she gets the meal she’s been craving.