30. Thirty #3
Inside her cabin, memories of last summer hit me like a shitload of bricks.
Of being with her and Xav, but also the bad ones, of finding her stuff abandoned, of the empty feeling.
The anxiety bubbling beneath my skin was so close to the surface here.
Nothing else was. She spent ages digging through clothes before grabbing a sweatshirt.
Her whole floor was a disaster. The only bit of her cabin that seemed in any way organized was the very neat stack of books beside her bed that she was obviously staring at.
“You nerd,” I joked. She gave me a pouty little frown.
“Careful or I’ll nibble that frown right off your face,” she giggled but still cast a longing glance at the stack of paperbacks, so I rolled my eyes and gave in.
“Bring a book, Birdie.”
She blushed furiously, and the pink on her cheeks did something to my heart that I could only describe as skipping, or fluttering, or something like jumping for goddamned joy.
She grabbed the paperback, shyly trying to cover the obviously sexed-up male model on the cover, before taking my hand and letting me lead her out of her own cabin and up the path to my cabin.
When we got to the door, I stalled. It only just dawned on me that the inside of mine was also a fucking disaster.
My clothes stank. They were everywhere. My bed sheets were a mangled mess from so many nights of not sleeping and I was about to invite my dream girl inside.
Talk about panic. My hand was stuck to the doorknob, trapped between opening and not, before she giggled and said, “I’m not Xav. Your mess won’t bother me.”
Toni. My free bird. She wasn’t quite as big of a mess as me, but she also wasn’t a neat freak like Xav.
It was a reminder that she already knew me.
Knew what to expect. This wasn’t a first impression, but a return to something cozy and familiar.
So, I pushed open the door and guided her inside.
She immediately went to my bed, laying her head back on my pillows and opening her book.
The sight of Toni Barrett, so comfortable in my space, made that excited feeling in my chest settle into something so much deeper.
I let her be, opting to head to the dresser I’d brought with me from home.
Este insisted I bring it because that woman knew exactly how useless I was at doing my own laundry, so she helped me pack every item of clothing I owned before driving up here.
And she also insisted I bring something to store it all in.
On top was a speaker I used occasionally, always hoping the music would help me sleep.
Tonight, I just wanted to play something that would help Birdie feel at home in my space.
Something that would remind her of us, just her and me.
As the first few notes played, she dropped the paperback onto her chest and looked up. “Places?” She asked.
“Places,” I confirmed. Xav had zero taste in music to speak of.
Cole’s was slightly better, but not much.
Me and Birdie, though, the Pistols and punk rock had always been our thing.
So, as the notes of their song, “Places We’ve Been”, wrapped around my cabin walls, I couldn’t help but stare at the perfect girl in front of me.
She had gone back to reading. But I couldn’t seem to stop staring at her.
“Shift forward, sweetheart,” I directed as I moved to join her on the bed.
She obliged, leaving enough space for me to sneak in behind her.
My back rested against the cabin wall, while hers rested against me.
Just having her there like that gave me a semi.
I let her read peacefully for a bit. I couldn’t see her face, but when she started to shift in front of me, it was hard not to notice.
Especially with the way those long legs of hers rubbed together.
“Birdie,” I brushed her hair away so I could kiss the skin on her neck before asking, “What are you reading about?”
She shivered, and wiggled that fine ass against me, “Um, ah…”
“Birrrrdie, tell me.”
She mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like “shadows.”
“Okay, so what are these shadows doing,” she shook her head, but she was really and truly squirming in my lap. And the more she squirmed, the more I liked it.
“Why don’t you read it to me?” I teased, “I’m curious what these shadows are up to.”
She froze completely before spilling, “Brennon, no, no, I…”
Watching her get flustered was thrilling, but I didn’t want her to be embarrassed, either, or feel like I was mocking her, so I slid my hands down the sides of her thighs, loving the press of her skin under my fingertips.
“If you don’t tell me what it’s about, how will I know what to do?”
“Oh my god!” She covered her face with the book, “I swear, I don’t usually read books like this. I thought it was just a book about fairies, and adventure, and…”
Before she could continue to word vomit, I reached for the book and pulled it away from her face, chuckling all the while.
“Relax, Toni, if you want to read books about fairies, and dragons, and shit, that’s cool. Or if you want to read books where everybody fucks, including the fairies, I am also very cool with that. Believe me.”
She twisted against me so she could look at my face–testing my sincerity I suppose. It was impossible not to beam back at her. It was also impossible not to get any ideas now that I had confirmed her book was in fact turning her on.
“Now, get back to reading,” I instructed.
Not that I was planning to let her read for long.
My hands were still at her sides, still touching her legs and itching to touch more of her.
Slowly, my palms drifted up to her stomach, pushing her sweater up a little so I could stay connected to her skin.
With no buttons or zippers on her sweatpants, it was easy from there to slide both my hands under the elastic waistband and right past the hem of her underwear.
I watched her reaction, listened to her suck in her breath.
She still pretended to read, but I knew my touch was distracting her.
Birdie’s always been a fast reader, but since my hands had gripped her thighs, I hadn’t seen her flip a single page.
“So, those shadows,” I purred in her ear, “Do they maybe do something like this?” My fingers slipped between her legs. It was no surprise to find her wet and wanting. I felt her nod when my fingers traced slow circles around her clit.
“Use your words,” I ordered.
Slightly breathless, she replied, “Yes.”
“And what about this?” I slid my middle finger inside her and pumped, once, twice before adding my index finger too. More nodding.
“Words, Birdie, I won’t ask again.”
When she didn’t reply this time, I pulled my fingers out and, instead, pinched her clit. Hard. She yipped.
“Yes, yes, okay, they...”
“They?” I raised my eyebrows. Turns out her book was even dirtier than I thought.
“Yes, they. The shadow twins are helping the princess discover her, ummm, magic.”
“At the same time?” I teased, my fingers back where she needed them.
“Mmmmm, would you like to try that?”
She didn’t say anything but the way her pussy tightened around my fingers gave her away.
“Maybe one day, baby, but right now, I’m going to take advantage of having you all to myself.”
I removed the book from her lap, the corners well-worn with marks of her reading progress.
I dog-earred her current page and set it to the floor.
Then, I stripped the sweater from her body.
My chest rumbled with approval at the realization that she had no bra underneath it.
I continued to finger her slowly with my right hand, but my left came up to squeeze and roll her nipple.
Even giving it a few testing tugs, each of which made her purr like a kitten.
She and Xavi had had enough phone sex over the last year to learn each other’s turn-ons.
I was playing catch-up. Good thing I was a quick study.
She rolled over to face me and pressed her hands into the mattress so she could stretch to kiss me.
Our tongues danced together, and the swell of her tits against my chest not only made my cock fight to burst through my jeans but made my whole body flood with warmth and desire for this gorgeous girl.
I love being demanding, taking control during sex, just like I’d done with them the night before.
But I could do that in soft ways too, so when our lips broke apart, I asked, “Birdie, honey, have you ever been on top?”
She shook her head, “Um, sort of, but uh…Xavi, he, um, mostly just takes charge…” she trailed off, both her face and voice rife with uncertainty. Step one, help her relax again.
“You don’t need to worry about talking to me about him. I’ve seen you together, remember? I’m going to talk to you about being with him, about what it feels like to be with him, so I want you to do the same, okay?”
“Okay.”
She rolled her shoulders back, “Xavi and I haven’t actually had that many chances to be together properly. What, with being forced to sneak around all the time. Plus, when we’re together, he likes to take charge.”
I smirked, “Oh, does he?” I tucked that little nugget of information away for later.
“So, he takes charge, and then what?”
“Mostly, he just makes me come over and over again.”
“Oh, I’m going to do that, too, sweetheart. Take those pants off for me and I’ll show you.”
She stood briefly, dropping her sweats while I pushed my jeans and boxers off, revealing my hard cock to her.
“On your knees, Birdie. I want to see you crawl to me.” I summoned her back to me with two fingers, and like the good girl she was, she complied.
Once she was close enough, I pointed at the head of my dick, “I want you to spit on it.”
Again, she listened, “Now give me that mouth, baby.”