Chapter 5
Chapter Five
EDGAR
Vines cling to my wrists when I try to sit up, blinking the sleep from my eyes. Bright light shines over my feet and one of my ankles is secured to something too. The hell?
“Polly?” I call out, leaning forward as I look around.
Flapping sounds outside the tree, and he pops his head in. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I say, looking between my trapped wrists. “What’s going on? Why am I tied up?”
He crawls forward, white-and-gray wings falling behind him as he tucks his arms back. “Dangerous.” He cranes his neck, staring toward the ground.
“Is it still raining?”
“No rain. Dangerous.”
“You mean the other creatures?”
He nods, feathers twitching above his eyes. “Mud. Water. Everything.”
“Yeah, that’s the risk of coming out here, remember? I’d say it’s worth it, though. I can’t sleep in giant bird’s nests in the trees back home.”
“Risk. Dangerous. Home now.” He gestures around him, lowering his face.
“What do you mean home now?” My wrists tug at the vines again.
“This. Here. Home. With me. With you.” He climbs over my legs and straddles my lap. His groin is so close to my hardening cock that I press my back tighter to the tree to keep some distance between us. I don’t want to do something I’ll regret later.
“Are you saying you’re holding me captive here?” My voice shifts to a higher octave.
“Captive?” He slides up higher, his little Tarzan cloth brushing over my erection.
He’s not hard? Or maybe I need to be closer to feel him better.
I shift my body to where it wants to be, my tenting pants hitting hard against where I’d hoped to feel him thickening too.
His cloth lies flat and I grind myself against him, drawing out a moan.
He must like what I’m doing if he’s making sounds like that.
“Yeah.” I inch my face closer to his. “Where you keep me here against my will.”
“You want to be with me.”
“Yes. Very much, but I also need to get back. I have a job and friends who’ll worry about me.”
He grinds against me, moaning again. “Job.”
“Yeah. Work.” Heat scatters up my body when he rubs us together again and again. “It’s like what Nova did with his trading. A way to make money, or get things you need.”
“No work here. Only here for me.”
“Yeah.” I let out a sigh. “And I want to be here with you, baby, but I have other obligations. I’ll come back. I promise. I can take some time off.”
He pouts, still not looking like he fully understands. “You miss me if go.”
“I will, but don’t you know absence makes the heart grow fonder? And I won’t have to miss you for long. Only two…or three days.”
He rolls his hips again, his face lighting up in curiosity while his eyes spark with arousal.
“Does that feel good, pretty birdy?” My voice deepens and I wish I could reach out and touch him. Fuck, I need to touch him.
“Feel good,” he grits out.
“Yeah. It does for me too. We can make each other feel good all day and then some more when I come back this weekend.”
“This weekend?”
“Yeah. Saturday and Sunday. It’s what we call some of our days.”
His breaths come out in pants when our bodies collide again. “Good.” Eyes rolling back, he keeps connecting with me and lifts his cloth, moaning louder.
“Untie me, baby. I wanna touch you. I want to show you more good.”
“Touch,” he says, sliding a hand up my shirt. My skin feels like it’s on fire.
“Yeah. Touch. I want to touch you too. Let me touch you. Please, pretty birdy.”
He bites his lower lip and my mouth gets jealous. The ropes prevent me from getting close enough to kiss him. “I want to kiss you. Can I show you what that is? Will you let me?”
“Let.” He nods enthusiastically, his large round eyes darkening.
“I need to be closer.” I glance at my hands. “This is as far as I can go with the vines holding my wrists.”
His mouth twists. “Closer.” His face lowers to mine, one arm securing around my neck.
Nose brushing over his, my lips inch closer, and his breath catches as my tongue breaches his closed mouth.
His fingers slide into my hair, tightening on the strands as he intensifies the kiss, following everything I do.
His movements are sloppy at first, and I dominate his tongue with mine, pulling him into a steadier rhythm.
It’s like a dance between our mouths. I’m leading and he’s melting against me as he lets me guide him through our slow waltz.
I pull away seconds later, breathless, head spinning, and I smile. “Kiss.”
“Kiss,” he repeats.
One of his nipples pebbles at the stroke of my tongue and I lick it again, taking it between my teeth to suck lightly at the sensitive skin.
He arches his body, squirming in my lap, and all the rubbing has my cock taking interest again. I look up at him, sliding my mouth over to his other hard nub. “Kiss,” I whisper, the ghosting of my breath causing his chest to rise and fall heavily.
His lips fold inward and he swallows hard, pressing his chest closer to my mouth, and I chuckle, feeling him vibrate against me. “Kiss. Again. Kiss.”
“You like me kissing your pretty nipples.”
“Good. Feel good.”
“I can tell. Your body’s so needy for it too.”
“Mmm…needy.”
“You know that word?”
He nods, breaths ragged, and I smile, nipping at his chest. I rub my face between his pecs.
They’re bigger than mine, and his chest puffs out the way other birds’ do.
He’s so fucking pretty. So responsive. I’ll allow him to keep me tied up a little longer if he keeps rubbing himself all over me. If he keeps giving himself to me.
I lick my way up his neck, his skin rippling against my tongue. I kiss his mouth again, taking my time and exploring more, my teeth clashing against his when we both grow more desperate for each other.
He smiles against my lips and touches his nipples. “Kiss.”
My head falls back and I laugh again. “You’re really sensitive there, huh? Where else are you sensitive?” I look between his thighs, swiping my tongue over my lips.
His gaze drops too and he lifts his hips only to lower himself again.
He pulls his cloth up higher, sliding himself up and down.
His body shakes and he whimpers. “Good.” The cloth moves further up and I see a trail of feathers there and then a small, shiny, wet hole.
My breaths shift and I lick my lips again.
“Lift yourself on your knees, pretty birdy.”
His eyes blink slowly and he shifts back, raising himself up on his knees. His lips part and he straightens his back. I look up at him, blowing air over his disheveled cloth, my breath scattering across his pretty, pale bare skin.
He moves one knee in front of the other, lifting the cloth again, and says, “Kiss.”
My skin tingles, cock twitching, and I nod, my mouth closing in on him as I swipe my tongue over his shiny entrance. He gasps and I lap at him, nibbling on one of the puffy edges.
“Good?” I ask, mouth watering for more.
“Good.” His jaw ticks, lips pressing tightly together, and he breathes in sharply through his nose.
“You taste so yummy,” I say. “Like sweets. Like dessert.”
His hips shift up and I dive forward again, breaching his tight hole.
I go in deeper, licking him on the inside and tasting every part I can reach.
He’s so tight and warm. I can’t get enough.
Breaths shortening, I open my mouth wider to suck on the outside before darting in and out again.
His body twitches, his walls tightening around me as his hole pulsates.
He gets slicker, making unintelligible sounds and chirping as he comes in my mouth.
It shoots to the back of my throat and I swallow him down.
It’s salty, spilling a little from the corners of my lips.
He drops down in my lap, eyes half lidded, and he rolls forward, reveling in his orgasmic high. “Good good.”
I laugh, licking around my lips. “That would be very good, baby.”
“Not a baby.”
“No, I know. It’s a term of endearment. You know, like a nickname.”
“Like a nickname,” he says. “Like Polly.”
“Yes, and pretty birdy.”
His cheeks tent. “Your pretty birdy.”
“Yeah.” My heart jumps. “My pretty birdy. My sweet, adorable, pretty birdy.”
“My human.” He strokes my cheek.
“Your Edgar.” My eyes lock on his.
“Name.” The tip of his finger taps on my chest. “Edgar.”
“Yeah. That’s my name.”
His eyes drop to the wet spot on my jeans. “Kiss.” He licks his lips.
I feel as if all the air has been pulled from my lungs. “Yes, pretty birdy. You can kiss.”
His eyes beam and he scoots back before leaning forward to lower his face to my crotch. He spreads my legs, making more room for his body, and undoes the front of my pants, his breathing picking up.
Nodding in encouragement when he looks up at me, I smile. “Go on. It’s okay. You have to open the front of my underwear too.”
He tugs at my briefs and then finds the flap, tugging at one side enough for my cock to spring free.
“I look a little different than you. I know. It’s okay, though. I can tell we’ll fit perfectly together. We were made to.”
His eyes blink quickly and he licks at my leaking tip. His tongue swipes over my swollen head again, and then he looks up at me for guidance.
“You’re doing good, pretty birdy. Keep kissing and then you can suck me into your mouth.”
His face wrinkles in confusion, and he rolls his fingers over my foreskin, pushing it back. I lift my hips, moaning.
“That’s good too. Any way you want to touch me will feel good.”
He rubs me between his fingers, going slow and then fast. I thrust upward, fucking between his soft feathers.
“Fuck. Yes. More.”
“Touch,” he says in an almost whisper, gripping tighter around me as he slides his palm up and down my sensitive nerve endings.
“Yeah, touch and kiss.”
He lowers his mouth to my cock again and presses his wet lips to the slit before licking me. He repeats the action while stroking my base, and when he opens his mouth, I fuck over his tongue. He wraps his lips around me, bobbing his head, and I nod.
“Yeah. There you go. Keep your face like that. Let me fuck that tight throat.”
He stays where he is, eyes watering as I thrust up harder. I pull back to shove myself deeper and he gags, throat like a damn vise when I go past his tongue.
“Oh.” I fuck in and out at a steady pace, not wanting to be too rough, but it feels too good. I go faster, thighs shaking as I fall closer to the edge. He chokes around me, saliva spilling from his lips, and I come so hard I temporarily black out.
Slowly backing away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yummy. Like sweets.”
Laughter spills from me and I go slack against the tree, my body feeling boneless. “Come here.”
He crawls into my lap, rubbing his head in my neck, and preens.
“Okay,” I say against his soft feathers. “I’ll stay for another night. But you have to let me free tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow. Let free.”
“I promise to come back as soon as I can and I’ll bring more food. More sweets.”
“More kiss?”
I smile lazily. “Yeah. More than one kiss is kisses.”
“More kisses.”
“Yeah. So many more kisses. And touches.”
“And me with you.” He snuggles tighter to me.
“And you with me.”
We stay like this for a while, and then he brings us back some fish after smoking it over a fire below.
I didn’t have to tell him to do that either.
He already knew. Feeding me with his hands, he helps me chase my food down with water in between each bite.
I stay tied up for the rest of the day, giving him more kisses on his pretty hole.
He likes how good it feels and I like how good it feels to be the only one to ever give him this.
I lick faster inside him, plunging in and out.
His body shakes, and he pulls away before I can feel him locking around my tongue.
“Fit together.” He points at my half-hard cock still hanging out of my pants.
“Yeah. Fit together.”
“Made to,” he says, lining himself up with my cock.
“Yes, we are.” I look up at him, tugging against the vines, forgetting for the hundredth time that I can’t use my hands.
I’m going to be like a starved man once I can, touching every part of him for as long as he allows.
I’m going to touch him while I’m kissing him, using my fingers alongside my tongue before making him feel good with my cock.
He lowers himself, leaking all over me as he slams his hips down. He pauses halfway, thighs shaking as he slides lower, not stopping this time until he’s fully impaled on my cock.
“Hurt. Good.”
“It gets better, I promise,” I coo. “We can stop whenever you need to. Any time.”
“Stop?” He shakes his head and rolls forward, moaning with me. I suck one of his nipples into my mouth as he grinds his thighs on mine, slowly riding me. More sexy sounds fall from his mouth, high-pitched and mixed with cute hoots.
“Very good,” he says, claws biting into my skin as he bounces up and down.
I close my mouth around his other nipple, swirling my tongue around the center.
He shakes on top of me, tossing his head back.
His feathers are ruffled on his neck and the sides of his head.
Eyes glazed over, he goes tense when I thrust inside him, the tip of my cock hitting the same place over and over.
Eyes rolling back in his head, he lets me take over, rubbing all the right places as I spread him wider with the circling of my hips.
“You’re so perfect. I love being inside you.”
“Inside good,” he rasps.
“So very, very good.” I kiss his neck, licking at his collarbone under his feathers as I plunge into him harder, and my thrusts turn punishing as I make him scream in pleasure.
He squeezes tighter around me, hole clenching and leaking like a fucking faucet before soaking my cock.
I come seconds later, my body spiraling out of control as warmth explodes inside me.
I feel like I’m flying. I can’t move yet, but it’s like I’m everywhere at once.
I can feel the outside air pricking at my skin and the leaves of the tree swaying at my back without even stepping foot out of this tree.
“Gonna miss,” he says, his body like molten lava against mine, and skin slick with sweat.
“Me too.” I press a kiss into his hair, wishing my arms were free so I could hold him. Then, later on when he wakes me up several times throughout the night to use my cock to get himself off, I realize some things are worth waiting for.