Page 52 of Songbird: Black Kite
But my focus was pulled again when I felt her warm hand wrap around my cock, her tentative grasp light and teasing. Staring down at me, Bird gave a few gentle pulls, her hand barely moving as she experimented, but I needed more.
“Grab it, baby,” I encouraged, wrapping my hand around hers and showing her how it was done. “Like you want to fuckin’ own it.” Her eyebrows crinkled in a cute little frown as she concentrated on her task. “That’s right,” I said when she got the hang of it. “Just like that.”
We stayed that way for what felt like a long time, me with my fingers in her hair and her giving me the greatest hand job in the history of the world.
I probably would have been content to stay like that forever if Bird hadn’t shocked the hell out of me again, when out of nowhere, she bent forward and wrapped her lips around my dick like a goddamn pro.
Chapter thirty-one
Wren
Fifteen Years Ago
Myfirstblowjobseemed 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 wantedme, 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?
