Cyrus (7 page)
“You wanna say hello?”
“I wanna kiss it.”
“If you’re waiting for permission, you’ve
already got it, do with it what you want.”
She was killing me with the little pecks up
and then back down my shaft. She looked up at me and her tongue
darted out and licked from my balls to just beneath my head and
then back down. I was no bitch but I am pretty fucking sure I was
going to cry if she didn’t suck my tip.
She looked up at me again and smiled, “You
taste good.”
And now I was gonna blow it all over her
face, one more word and I was a fucking goner.
“Suck my cock Birdie,” and she did.
Her tongue circled around the tip and I
knelt on the bed in front of her. Those green eyes never left mine
she watched me as she went up and down my length slowly then fast
and then slow again. When she sucked hollowing her cheeks and
moaned on the way up I pulled back because I wasn’t about to blow
my wad yet. I wanted in.
I pushed her back and sucked on her left
titty and I worked it as I rubbed her drenched little pussy. She
pushed against my hand slowly and I eased a finger inside her tight
little twat. I was gonna have to work at this, fuck she was tight.
I shoved another finger in and she cried out, “Yes.”
And her hips began to meet my hand, “Kiss
me, please kiss me.”
“Fuck yeah,” I started at her tits and made
my way slowly up her collar bone. And across her jaw as my fingers
continued working her hard. She was softening, stretching and
soaking my fucking hand. I couldn’t wait for her to put a choke
hold around my cock.
She turned her head towards me and nudged my
face with her nose I looked up and she grabbed my lip with her
teeth. I opened and her tongue rubbed my lips, hot and sweet. I
pulled back and wrapped mine around hers slowly licking her lips
and then tasting her. Damn, damn, damn. She tasted as sweet here. I
was licking inside her mouth: tasting her as she tasted me.
When she reached down and stroked me, asking
for me, I almost wasn’t ready. Kissing her was hot as hell and I
didn’t want to stop. I rolled over taking her with me, on top of
me. I held one hand behind her head as I continued tasting her and
I fumbled in the nightstand for a condom. I put it in without
breaking the seal of our lips.
I rolled back over careful not to crush her
and reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers. I wanted to hear her
screaming my name when I crashed into her. Holding my body above
her I rubbed my cock against the warmth of her opening and pushed
slowly. I had to work real hard. But as hard as I was working to
get inside her, she was working her little hips, too. Her eyes were
sealed tight and her lip was between her teeth.
I bent down and kissed her, rolling my hips
as I stretched her. Her hands held tight to the sides of my head as
she whimpered against my mouth. I wasn’t sure how much longer I
could take it before I just nailed her. She winced a bit and I
pulled back but not too far-- I was sure as hell not going to
retreat now. I reached between us and felt that little ball of
nerves and slowly, lightly rubbed it. She pushed against me and I
swear to God I was bottoming out but when she thrust again it was
so fucking hot. She moaned and whispered in my ear, “Roll
over.”
I wasn’t much of a bottom guy but seeing her
little ass perched on me was something I couldn’t resist.
She was on top of me and I was so deep in
her it was fucking amazing. Watching her rub on me and move up and
down with her eyes closed was beautiful. She was dancing on my
cock, swaying her hips to the beat she was lost in. Her hand held
the base of my cock and her feet planted flat on the bed, she
raised herself and lowered herself swaying dancing and squeezing
the life out of me. Her hand left me and traveled up her body it
was hot as hell I pushed into her and she bit her lip and opened
her eyes and smiled at me as I held her hips in my hands. She
leaned down and kissed me softly. I rolled her onto her back and
slowly accepted her kisses as I thrusted hard and slow, deeper into
her. When her pussy clenched as she hissed and whimpered against my
cheek holding my body against hers: I couldn’t hold back anymore so
I didn’t and neither did she. I fucked her hard and wild, just like
I promised. I came so hard I felt like I would never come again,
drained-- empty .
I rolled over and brought her with me. I
rubbed her back as be both panted. When I finally opened my eyes
she was laying on my chest tracing the outlines of my ink without
touching me.
She smiled up, “They’re beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” and there you have it I
was losing my touch.
“You think so?”
“Birdie yeah, I do. Besides… I wouldn’t have
an ugly girl at my house,” I smiled trying to pull my balls back
out of the hole they seemed to be sinking in and she laughed.
She sat up on me and looked at me, really
looked at me, “I’m not afraid of you anymore.”
“Birdie, you just cracked my badass. I swear
to you I will make you real afraid next time I’m buried in
you.”
She smiled, “Two more times, right?”
“Well how about we call them visits. When we
fall asleep and you wake up and I’m busting into you, that’s still
the same ride got it?”
Her smile widened, “So if I’m still here in
the morning, that will still be the first.”
“We’re gonna be busy,” and yeah I would
rather be busy all over her but this shit couldn’t happen, “We
gotta make sure you’re safe. Then we gotta get you back to the
people you love.”
I wasn’t sure I knew how or even if I should
tell him there was no one who loved me. Tony was the last person to
say those words to me and he hadn’t meant it. He just wanted to use
me. That’s what this beautiful man underneath me, showed me today.
He hadn’t used me, he didn’t even know me. But he thought I was
beautiful, and he was nice to me. Tony was wrong about him, and
even though I never want to see him again, I wish I could tell him
he was wrong. My stomached growled and I remembered I hadn’t eaten
in a while.
“You hungry, Birdie?” I really wanted to
know why he called me that and I decided I would ask him sometime
just not now.
“A little.” I admitted.
“How about you stay in here and I go grab us
something?” his voice was deep and rough and I loved it, I really
did. It was odd, but it made me feel safer. He was strong and
fearless: two things that I wished I could someday become.
I sat up, “I need to use the bathroom.”
“Remember where it is?”
“Um yes, but I need clothes.”
He sat up and grabbed my ripped thong and
dragged it under his nose, “These work.” I smiled and shook my head
no, “Yeah, Nickey doesn’t need to see what I just got.” He threw me
his hoody and I put it on, the sleeves nearly hit the floor and the
waist band fell well below my waist and he laughed. “Damn Birdie I
almost can’t see you under all that. Go use the facilities and I’ll
try to find you something else.”
“Can I take a bath?”
He looked at me funny, “Of course.”
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I can’t believe I asked that, how crass of
me, but I hadn’t had a real bath since…the motel.
I stepped in and it felt so good. I’m sure
it had a lot to do with the fact that I still felt tingly all over,
I mean I was a bit sore but the way he made me feel was worth a
hundred times this slight burn. I felt like I did after dancing,
not at the club, but for me.
I was in there for a long time soaking and
scrubbing, it felt really, really good. I remember as a child
taking baths. We played with these crayons that I could write on
the walls, math-- always math.
I heard him outside in the hall. He was
arguing and I was sure I recognized the other voice.
“Are you fucking stupid Cyrus!” he was
angry, really angry.
Cyrus
, I felt really bad but I think
that was the first time I had heard his name. It suited him well--
dark and overpowering.
“I don’t need this shit right now,
Jase!”
“You need a fucking wake-up call man, you’ve
got …three fucking rides, well you just fucked that all to hell,
now didn’t you?!”
“She fucking gets it!”
“Look at your God damn bed, Cyrus!”
“Get out!”
“You’re smarter than this!”
“I’m done with this shit. You wanna talk
about something else I’m all ears, but this isn’t your fucking
problem it’s mine! I got this: go home.”
I covered my ears, I didn’t like the
fighting and I didn’t like that it was about me. I have gotten
through the past fifteen years without it, blending.
I sank lower in the tub so the water covered
everything except my nose and lips. I could hear myself think like
this. “One blanket, two sheets, three pillows, four pants? Oh damn
it.”
I was breathing, feeling the anxiety
building up, scared, a little not a lot. I felt a vibration and
opened my eyes and sat up.
He was looking at me different, he was going
to tell me I had to leave, which I know is going to happen, expect
it to happen.
“Cyrus,” it came out in a whisper, it was
the first time I had said his name.
He didn’t say a word he just dropped his
boxers . I closed my eyes and felt him step into the tub.
“Birdie you got your period?”
“No,” I opened my eyes and he was sitting
with his knees bent, resting his elbows on them looking at me.
“You’re bleeding,” he looked a little
upset.
“I didn’t know.”
“You wanna tell me this crazy shit going
through my head is wrong Birdie or are you gonna sit there and make
me fucking wonder if I just …Fuck!”
I looked down and tried not to get
upset.
“So that shit in the internet was real?
You’ve never…”
I shook my head no.
“Can I ask why you didn’t bother to mention
that shit?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“I just assumed, that a stripper who gave
fucking blow jobs on the mother fucking internet…”
I stood up, “I’m going to take your shirt
and find some shorts and I’m going to leave now. I’m sorry for any
problems I’ve…”
He pulled me down hard and water splashed
everywhere.
“Tell me why God damn it!”
“Why what?” I was a little afraid now, maybe
more embarrassed.
“Tara!”
“He can’t have it,” I had to whisper because
I know it sounded really bad, “and he won’t come after me.”
His jaw dropped, “So you used me?”
His voice actually squeaked and I looked up
at him and tried not to smile and shook my head yes.
“And you think it’s funny Tara? I don’t fuck
virgins! I don’t fucking do shit like that!”
“I want to warn you again that you don’t
scare me. I also know you won’t hurt me, so I may actually argue
with you.” This was the first time I felt I could say what I
wanted, “Besides, it had to happen sooner than later, right?”
“How old are you?”
“How old do you think I am?”
“No games Tara…”
“Fifteen.”
After the shock wore off he started to stand
and I grabbed him just like he had me but I sat on his lap.
“You need to …I’m so sorry Tara, Christ I’m
going to burn in hell…please get off of me.” I hugged him,
“Fuck!”
I couldn’t do that to him anymore because as
comfortable as I was with him, I really didn’t know if I should
feel this comfortable.
I grabbed his face and made him look at me,
“I was teasing you.” It didn’t seem to make him any less
comfortable, “I’m almost twenty one.”
“You’re
almost
twenty one? So now I
fuck virgins AND serve minors,” I tried to smile, “It’s not funny
Tara.”
“I’m not trying to upset you. But honestly,
you were a perfect gentleman. I got to choose.”
“I’m not a gentleman,” he growled.
“You were more so than anyone else I’ve ever
met,” I leaned forward to kiss him and he leaned away and shook his
head slowly no.
“I can’t,” he closed his eyes.
“Okay,” I got out of the bath and dried
off.
“This doesn’t mean you’re leaving, we still
have a tattoo to fix and we need to make sure you’re safe.”
He covered himself when he got out of the
bath and my face burned, I was so ashamed of myself. “Cyrus,” I
whispered him name and he looked at me.
His face didn’t carry the confident strong
alluring look anymore, it was full of raw emotions. Hurt, anger,
pain… and I did that to him.
“What is it Tara?” he wrapped a towel around
his powerful body and looked at me.
I was having a hard time seeing that I’d
hurt someone, I never hurt people, never.
“I want to leave,” I tightened up the towel
around me suddenly feeling ugly, wanting to hide, just
disappear.
“That’s not gonna happen right now,” he
closed his eyes and turned around, “I’ll go grab you some
clothes.”
When he returned he knocked on the door and
then handed me clothes through the crack in the door.
I walked out and he was standing in the
kitchen with his back to me, “Have a seat, I made you something to
eat, it’ll be ready in a couple minutes.”
He had on black sweats and a white t-shirt.
The black ink down his left arm stopped right above his elbow.
I walked around and stood next to him, “I
can help.”
He glanced down at me and quickly away, “I
can handle toasted cheese and soup, Tara.”
I let out a deep breath and he looked at me
again.
“You like tomato soup and toasted cheese,
right?”
“Yep,” I felt my emotions swell up in my
throat, “But I’m really not hungry.”
“Gotta eat, Tara.”
“I’m tired,” I walked over and sat on the
couch. I didn’t want to be here.
He walked over a few minutes later and
handed me a cup of soup and sandwich, “I already cooked it…”
