Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
Arguing is pointless. I knew I was wrong ten minutes ago. Now I’m just trying to make you mad.
—Birdee to Creed
Birdee
I could feel his cock, hard and hot, splitting my seam.
My wetness coated him where he touched me, and it took everything I had not to rock against him and urge him on.
I had a feeling that he was hanging on by a thread, and I didn’t want to push him too hard.
He would be devastated if he lost control.
And I wanted him to never regret this—what we were about to share.
However, I was dying.
I needed him to touch me in the worst way.
“Justin.” I sounded breathy, even to my own ears. “Touch me.”
He froze.
“Please,” I begged. “Touch me. Put your cock in me. I don’t care, but do something. I ache.”
He growled. “I can’t push inside of you yet.”
I groaned.
“Not that I don’t want you, but I want this to be good for you. I’m not fucking you without at least preparing you first.”
“Then for God’s sake,” I groaned. “Prepare me!”
He laughed. “Bloodthirsty. I like it.”
I liked it even more when his fingers smoothed around my hip to touch me between my legs.
“Sit up a bit,” he urged.
When I went to take my torso off of him, he held me firmly in place. “Not your chest. Your hips.”
I understood and closed my legs slightly to pull myself off of his thighs, allowing him access to…
“Oh,” I breathed when his fingers slid through my wetness. “Yes.”
His thumb circled my clit while two fingers slowly delved inside of me. Not deep or hard, but just enough to give me the feeling of having something there. Something inside of myself that wasn’t plastic, and wasn’t my fingers.
It was the oddest, yet most exciting feeling I’d ever encountered in my life.
And way more pleasurable than when I did it myself.
His fingers were just barely breaching me, but I was already writhing on top of him as my body begged for more.
“Put that bad arm up on the couch and don’t move it,” he urged.
I did, placing it right by his head. The other one I buried into his hair.
My forehead came down to rest against his, and my eyes scanned down the length of my body to snag on his engorged cock.
It was pulsing, hard, and thick.
There was a bead of precum at the tip, and as I watched, it slid down the thick head of him and slipped down his length until it met my curls.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Justin, I need…”
He filled me with a finger, and I cried out against his face.
“That’s it,” he said. “You take me so good, baby.”
I licked my lips, my breath coming in pants.
“There, right there. You want another finger, baby?”
“I want your cock,” I corrected him, watching as another drop of pre-come gathered at his slit.
“You’ll get it,” he promised. “But first, we need to get you ready. Stretch you out. So that you can take my cock without pain.”
He was awfully big.
I’d seen plenty of cocks.
I wasn’t completely in the dark.
I’d had access to porn for years now, and I’d seen enough of it to know what they looked like.
And let’s just say, Creed’s was on the verge of being in the “big cock” category on Pornhub.
“Sweet Birdee,” he growled against my ear. “So wet for me. So tight. You’re going to hug my cock so good.”
I swallowed hard as my eyes closed and something big started to build inside of me.
“Justin…”
“You feel it?” he asked. “I can feel you tightening around me. You’re about to come.”
I was.
For him.
“I’m going to come so hard,” I panted as he started to circle my clit faster with his thumb.
His fingers pushed deep, hitting some hidden part of me deep inside, and I cried out.
He held me stock-still, unable to move, as my orgasm took me over.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby.”
I did.
I came so good for him.
“Justin,” I cried out. “I need more.”
He filled me with a third finger in the middle of my orgasm, and I screamed.
I threw my head back and screamed.
Something hissed and took off somewhere in the house beyond us, but I was too far gone to care.
His arm came around my body, sliding over my shoulders, as he held me still despite my need to move.
“Justin,” I whined when he wouldn’t give me an inch.
“You need gentle. We can stop…”
“Over my dead body.” I pushed his hand away with my good hand and fisted his cock.
His breathing halted in his lungs.
While he was distracted, I set his cock head at my entrance and held him there as I took his cock inside of me.
One slow, debilitating inch at a time.
Because he was, indeed, very big.
Definite big cock category.
“Slow,” he urged me when I kept trying to make him fit. “Come up, get my cock coated in your juices.”
I did as instructed, coming up just high enough to get him coated, before sliding back down.
I got a little more this time and repeated the process, over and over again, until he was fully sheathed inside of me.
At least, I thought he was fully inside me.
“You can take more, can’t you, baby?” he crooned into my ear.
“You mean I don’t have all of you inside of me yet?” I gasped.
I felt full.
Too full.
“Nope,” he breathed. “Come back up and sit back down.”
I did, going back up and coming back down.
Just the slide of him along those deepest, darkest places inside of me felt like I never wanted to let him leave me.
“Thatta girl,” he growled into my ear. “Keep doing that. Come on, you can take more, sweet girl.”
I licked my lips as I followed his every instruction.
And he was right.
I could take more.
And more.
And more.
“That’s it,” he breathed, skimming his lips along my jaw. “You have all of me now.”
I did.
My ass was resting on his thighs.
My pussy was full to bursting.
And when I looked down at where we were joined, I felt like we looked obscene.
I was stretched full to bursting, and it looked it.
“You take me so beautifully,” he mused. “So good, baby. Rock. Yeah, like that. Just with your hips. We’re going to take this.” He guided my hips backward and forward. “Nice and slow.”
We did.
Nice and slow.
But that didn’t mean that it wasn’t taking me higher and higher with each move of his hips.
Each time I rocked forward, my clit would scrape against his pubic bone. Each time I went back, he would hit some deep part inside of me that felt like a live wire.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
I was so focused on the motion that I didn’t feel him move his mouth lower.
Didn’t feel anything until his lips wrapped around my nipple and tugged.
An inhuman wail of delight left my lips as my orgasm all but blasted into me.
“Ah, shit,” I heard him say. “Don’t jerk, baby…”
He held me tight as my orgasm took me over, cursing through the entire ordeal.
I felt something wet and hot splash inside of me, filling me full to bursting.
Then he was panting loudly into my ear, holding me steady despite what I now knew both of our orgasms did to him.
Always looking out for me.
“I swear, I meant to last longer than that,” he grumbled, dropping his head to the couch.
I snickered and pressed a kiss to his lips.
A kiss that he returned with gusto.
“I liked it,” I said. “It was just enough to take the edge off. Now I can think.”
“Yeah?” He laughed. “That makes one of us.”
Before I could ask him what was next, he had me up and moving again, straight to his bathroom.
He turned on the shower with a flick of his fingers, then waited for it to heat before he stepped inside.
“I know that it’s a little late to ask this,” he mused as he let himself slip free of me. “But are you on birth control?”
“I am,” I confirmed. “I’ve been on it for a while. Since I was in college. Bad periods. And, just sayin’, but the birth control doesn’t really help it like my doctor said it would. I’ve been contemplating switching to the shot or the IUD.”
“I don’t care what you’re on, as long as it’s healthy for you, and I can fuck you bare.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.
I felt goose bumps break out over my chest, spreading out from where his warm lips sucked lightly on my neck.
“Justin.”
He growled.
Steam started to fill the room around us, and I was seconds away from suggesting he plaster me up against the shower wall and fuck me again, when there was a terrible pounding at the door.
He growled out in frustration.
“Go,” I said. “I’ll shower off.”
He grumbled something dark underneath his breath, then gently helped me into the shower before ordering, “Do not get that arm wet.”
I gave him the Vulcan Salute, which caused him to snort out a laugh before gently patting me on the ass and urging, “Shower.”
I showered, but I could hear male voices as they spoke beyond the bathroom.
I remembered that from when we used to live here.
The walls were always paper-thin.
I could always hear my parents arguing and fighting when I was closed into my bedroom or the bathroom.
In fact, I could’ve sworn I heard my father’s voice now…
I stayed in the shower until the hot water started to wane, and had just shut the shower off when the voices became louder and angrier.
I frowned as I caught the robe off the back of the bedroom door and threw it around myself in my haste to see what was going on outside the bathroom.
My feet slapped wetly against the wood floor as I hurried out of the master bathroom into the main living area.
What I saw had me coming to a sudden halt.
The entire living room was filled to the brim with people, and what looked like a command center had been set up on the kitchen island.
There were computers and papers everywhere, and there were a lot of men standing around looking on as an older man spoke.
“…she was last seen at this trailhead.” The man pointed. “I have two teams heading out now. I was hoping you’d make another team, Creed.”
“Can’t,” Creed answered quickly. “I’m not leaving Birdee here. She needs supervision for a while. Which was why I asked off in the first place.”
“I’ll stay with her,” I heard my father’s angry voice rise above the others. “Cody’s more important. Go find her. We need your skills.”
My stomach sank at my father’s words.
“Cody is not more important than the woman that’ll be my wife soon,” Creed snarled toward my dad. “And if you say one more thing like that, you’ll get the fuck out of my house.”
“It was my house first,” Dad snapped back. “And Cody’s out in the cold right now. Birdee’s fine. She’ll live for a couple hours while we’re all out looking.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, which drew the eye of several men in the room.
Some were ones that I knew. Others were ones that looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place.
I knew for sure the scary looking one was Odin. He’d been the one to take Creed’s sister to the airport.
Speaking of Creed’s sister, she came barreling into the house with snow clinging to her hair and a slight huff to her breathing.
“Thank God, I made it!” Bernice frowned as she looked around. “What’s going on?”
Before anyone could answer her, Bernice’s eyes surveyed the room. When they landed on me, she squealed and started hurrying toward me.
Odin caught her around the waist before she could make it to me. “Careful, Little Bit. She’s hurt.”
Bernice frowned at Odin until he let her go, then turned that frown on me. “What’d he do to you?”
I smiled. “It wasn’t your brother that hurt me. In fact, it was a fluke event. But you’re just in time to sit with me so your brother doesn’t worry about me dying. He needs to lead a search and rescue operation.”
“Anyone I know?” she asked, then pressed into me before giving me a very tiny side hug that felt nothing more than a soft kiss of air.
“My stepsister,” I whispered.
“Do we like this stepsister?” Bernice asked quietly.
Not quietly enough, though, for my father not to hear.
“Shut the fuck up about her if you don’t know her,” Dad snarled.
“Whoa.” Bernice held up her hands.
“Get out.”
Dad swung his head toward Creed.
“I warned you,” Creed said at my dad’s incredulous look. “You don’t speak to my sister like that, either.”
Vito snorted.
“I’m not fucking kidding,” Creed snapped. “Get out, or I won’t step foot out of this house. Cody can die in the goddamn snow for all I care.”
Dad snatched his coat off the back of a chair and slammed out of the house, the chandelier above the entryway rattling with his exit.
“Temper, temper,” Bernice mused.
“You’re not helping, Bermean.”
“Hey!” Bernice said. “Don’t call me that!”
“Well, if you wouldn’t act like the name…”
“Harrumph,” she grumbled.
I caught her on the shirt sleeve. “I’m going to get dressed, then I’ll tell you everything that happened.”
Bernice’s eyes lit up. “Deal.”
I was in the process of putting my underwear on one-handed when Creed entered the bedroom, using his body to block me from the outside.
“Need help?” he asked as he saw me struggling.
“I can put on underwear,” I admitted. “But whoever packed for me packed my laciest ones, and they’re hard to get on when I have two hands, let alone one.”
He snorted and dropped down to his haunches, helping me step into my underwear.
He fished out a pair of sweats from my bag and helped me get those on, too.
For the shirt, he grabbed one of his soft hoodies and threw it over my head before delicately looping my arm into the sleeve.
I did the other one myself, then looked up at Creed before saying, “Go find her.”
He sighed. “Your dad is turning into the biggest prick in the world.”
“I’ve noticed that myself,” I admitted. “But it’s okay. I’m used to it. Go find her. Hopefully before she dies of hypothermia.”
He grumbled something under his breath, then pressed a short kiss to my lips before backing up toward the door. “Everyone’s headed out but Major. He’s going to be in his truck outside. The tin roof blocks almost all signal, so he needs to be near a working radio in case one of us finds her.”
“Are you leaving from here?”
He nodded. “Taking the snowmobile and seeing what I can find on my own. The others are taking the trailhead on foot.”
“Okay,” I said. “Be careful and stay warm.”
He winked at me. “Nothing strenuous, Birdee.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” I teased.
He left, leaving the door open as he went.
When I got to the living room, it was only Bernice and me.
“Tell me everything,” she said as soon as she saw me.
So I caught her up on it all, starting with when I left her at the hotel weeks ago.