31. Wren
My first blow job seemed to be going quite well if the sounds Hawk was making were any indication.
I relaxed my jaw, lowering my head a little farther and taking him deeper on my next pass, and tried to resist the urge to gag. I had discussed techniques with Bri enough times to know that was normal, but it still took everything I had not to quit.
Because I wanted to be good at this. I wanted it more than anything in the whole world.
But it was a fucking struggle, because Hawk’s dick was huge.
Pulling back all the way, I licked my lips a little and took a deep breath before going again, my one hand circling the base of his cock, the other resting on his hip for balance.
“Fuck, Bird,” he moaned, resting both hands in my hair again. “So fuckin’ hot. Your mouth, baby. It’s so goddamn perfect.”
My heart fluttered in my chest, his words lighting me up from the inside.
I couldn’t remember the last time someone had called me perfect,and it was doing things in my brain that I wasn’t prepared for.
Doubling down on my attempt, I shifted a little, trying to get closer to him in this somewhat awkward position. Hawk took that as his green light and began thrusting his hips against me, fucking my face gently.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” He was chanting softly, almost to himself, as he increased his pace. All of a sudden, he went deep, deeper than I was capable of handling, and I gagged hard, yanking my head back against his hold and likely costing myself several strands of hair.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“That was too far.”
“Right. Right,” he agreed, but his eyes were on my boobs. “Sorry. Come here, let’s try again.”
Taking another deep breath, I leaned forward, starting slow by running my tongue around the large crown of his dick, tasting him fully for the first time. Salty. Not the greatest, but not bad enough to quit.
Resting one hand on my head again, Hawk guided me back down, his depth increasing with each small thrust.
“You can do it, Bird,” he said, and I really wanted to. “I know you can. Because you’re perfect. Your mouth is perfect, and your throat is perfect, and I know you can take me. You’re such a good girl. I know you are.”
I wanted to be. So fucking bad it practically hurt. Rolling my eyes upward, I watched him watching me, his pupils huge and his mouth open, breaths coming out in sharp pants.
He wanted this. He wanted me, and in that moment, I didn’t care if I fucking died, I was going to deep throat Hawk Jameson for all I was fucking worth.
Drawing in a breath through my nose, I focused my mind and went for it, feeling the resistance when he reached the back of my throat, but remembering the lessons Bri had given on how to push past it. Instead of pulling back, I went deeper, swallowing around his thick presence and letting him into my throat. I didn’t stop until my nose brushed the skin of his abdomen.
“Fucking fuck!” he hollered, and my heart soared. “Look at you, Bird. My good girl. I knew you were.”
I held it for as long as I could, then pulled back sharply. Hawk let me go, his hand leaving my hair and moving to my chin, his thumb gathering the drool that was pooled there. I felt my face heat with embarrassment, but Hawk smiled, his eyes lighting up at the sight. Lifting his thumb, he stared at it, shining in the dim light of the bedroom.
“Perfect.”
Ducking my head, I wiped my face with the back of my hand, his words of praise once again making my head spin. How could something so simple cause me to feel so much?
It was like I couldn’t get enough, my mind craving his words as much as my body craved his touch.
I needed more. Reaching up, I unclasped my bra and tugged it off, tossing it to the side where it landed on the guitar. Hawk, previously distracted by his own fingers, looked down at the motion, his eyes darkening as he took in my breasts.
“These tits,” he growled, diving down and immediately taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I cried out at the sensation, my body falling back on the bed as he nearly tackled me to get at them. While he sucked on one, his hand came up and began caressing the other aggressively, the difference in the sensations sending my mind into overdrive. My hips thrust up reflexively, and I gasped when the skin of my inner thigh came into contact with his dick, still hard and hanging out the open fly of his jeans exactly where I’d left it. Wanting to touch him again, I reached down with one hand, finding him blindly and grasping him again, just like he’d shown me.
“Bird,” he breathed, switching sides to suck on my other nipple. “So fucking good, Bird.”
“Hawk,” I said, getting his attention. He looked at me, those blue eyes so dark and full of fire. “Please,” was all I could manage.
“What do you need, Bird?”
Need? What did I need?
So fucking much. I needed my father to stop drinking. I needed my mother to quit working for the McQueens, and for my sister to get into a decent college so she could have a shot at a real future. I needed a better job and a better life and to get the hell out of Grand Rapids for good.
Those were things I needed. But in that moment, none of it mattered, because I was nothing more than a burning bundle of want.
I knew Hawk would give it to me. I just had to ask.
“Fuck me,” I said boldly, hardly recognizing myself, but liking who I saw. “Please, Hawk. Fuck me.”
He stared at me for a second, eyes wide, then a slow, sexy smile crawled across his face.
“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good. So fucking good.”
In a flash, he was off the bed, kicking off his boots and removing his jeans the rest of the way. I blushed when I realized he hadn’t been wearing any underwear, something I hadn’t noticed before.
Opening that same drawer, Hawk withdrew a fist full of condoms, tossing them on the bed beside the guitar with a smirk.
“You think you’ll need that many?” I asked with a nervous laugh as he climbed back up on to the bed and once again knelt between my legs.
“Bird, I plan on fucking you as many times as I can before the sun comes up. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
Pressing my lips together, I bit back a smile, his words infusing me with enough confidence to reach for him again. But this time, when my hand wrapped around his cock, he grasped my wrist, pulling me off.
“Ah. Gonna need you to hold the fuck on there,” he said, grabbing me by the thighs and pulling me farther down the bed, causing my skirt to bunch up around my waist. “I’ve gotta get a look at this pretty little pussy first.”
I’ll admit that when I pictured myself having sex—even months ago, long before sex with Hawk even became a possibility—it had never actually occurred to me that the guy I was with might actually want to look at me...there.
As Hawk stared down at the apex of my thighs, I panicked, attempting to close my legs even though his hips were firmly wedged between them.
“Now, Bird,” he cooed, both hands rubbing gently up and down my thighs as he spoke. “Don’t be like that. I already know what she feels like.” His hands crept higher, fingers dancing over the tender skin at the crease of my hip. “And what she tastes like.” I blushed again as his thumb started caressing my clit through my damp panties. “I just want to look at her. See if she’s as perfect as the rest of you.”
Swallowing hard, I bit my lip and spread my legs, earning me another grin from Hawk. God, the way he looked in that moment, hair disheveled and hanging around his face, pupils blown wide and his cheeks flushed. It was the sexiest I’d ever seen him look, and it was all for me.
Hawk leaned down and kissed me, hard and fast, then lifted up, grabbing the bottle he’d set on the headboard earlier and taking a swig before kissing me again. This time, he let some of the vodka he’d been holding in trickle from his mouth to mine, and I smiled against his lips, swallowing down the gift and then licking into his mouth for more. We stayed like that, kissing and touching in the near-dark, the moment seeming so surreal that I could hardly believe it was actually happening to me.
After a time, Hawk reached down again, his fingers hooking in the spaces between my fishnets and tearing, pulling them apart to make one large hole. When I squeaked at the movement, he laughed lightly.
“Hush, Bird. I’m just making myself some room.”
With that, he sat up straight again, using his knees to push my legs wider apart. I could feel my face reddening as he stared at my panties, his fingers tracing the soft lace edges of the material.
“Loving this lace,” he said, voice low. “It’s pretty, like you.” Hooking his fingers under the thin fabric, Hawk tugged it to the side, exposing me to the cooler air of the room. “Now, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he breathed reverently. “So fuckin’ pretty.” I held my breath as he looked at me, leaning down and running his thumbs over my exposed pussy. “So soft, Bird. So fucking smooth. Gonna feel so damn good when I’m sliding inside. So hot and tight and smooth.”
I moaned as his thumb trailed higher, gliding over my overly sensitive clit. I couldn’t believe how good his touch felt, how such a small contact could send electricity zinging from one end of my body to another.
Without warning, Hawk leaned in, dragging his tongue along my damp flesh from bottom to top, and I cried out. He grinned at me from between my legs, then repeated the motion, this time pausing at the top to swirl his tongue around my clit, sending a sharp buzzing sensation throughout my entire body.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, my hips rising off the bed and pressing against his hot mouth. I’d never felt anything this amazing in my entire life, and I never wanted it to end.
Unfortunately, Hawk had other plans. Pulling back, he stared at me, licking his lips like he couldn’t get enough of my taste, and I rolled my lips together at the sight.
“Delicious,” he praised. “Now, you gonna let me in this sweet pussy?” he asked, his thumb making firm circles again, and I couldn’t have stopped the noise that came out of my mouth if I’d tried.
And I didn’t try at all.
“Yes. Holy fuck. Please.”
“Good girl,” he praised, and I swore I could feel myself getting wetter at his words.
Removing his hands—and ignoring my groan of protest when he did so—Hawk reached to the side and picked up one of the condoms he’d piled there. I pushed up onto my elbows, desperate to see every single second of what he was doing. I stared in awe as he tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, spitting out the corner before he rolled it down his length, hissing when his own hands made contact.
“You better hold on, Bird,” he growled, moving to lean over me, propping himself on the headboard with one hand while the other circled his cock, lining it up with my entrance before giving me one more dirty smile. “This is gonna be good.”
With that, he slammed inside me, and I let out a scream.
I should have said something, should have told him before it happened, but I was afraid if I’d told him the truth, he’d have stopped.
So I said nothing as Hawk Jameson unknowingly tore through my virginity.
“Fuck, yes. You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby,” he complimented, but his words didn’t have the same effect on me that they had a few moments before. The pain was too blinding, the intrusion too much for me to focus on anything but how he felt as he invaded my body.
It was unlike anything I could have possibly expected, and while I didn’t want to stop, I needed a moment to adjust. Hawk, however, was single-minded, his hips thrusting as he muttered in my ear, talking about how good it was, how hot I was, how he was so close.
I laid there, my heart in my throat and tears in my eyes as I waited for it to be over.
When Hawk finally came, driving deep one last time and grunting loudly in my ear, I breathed out a sigh of relief. It hadn’t been terrible, but it certainly hadn’t been like I’d read about in the dirty novels Sabrina and I stole from her grandmother. I laid there, Hawk still inside me, his breath against my sweaty neck as he placed soft, feather-light kisses there, whispering sweet words against my skin.
“Perfect. So perfect, Bird. Soft. So soft, and mine. Soft, perfect, and mine. You’re mine, Bird. My Bird. Perfect Bird.”
He kept on talking, his voice growing quieter and his words slurring as he softened inside me, the sticky lube of the condom making a weird slurping noise as he shifted his hips in small thrusting movements, like he didn’t want to stop fucking me, even when his body wasn’t cooperating.
When it seemed like he couldn’t stay awake any longer, Hawk pressed a final lingering kiss against my neck before he moved. Pulling out, he rolled to the side, nudging the guitar over against the wall and throwing one arm over his eyes.
“Perfect Bird,” he breathed again, then he sighed as he drifted into sleep.
He was snoring in seconds.