Cyrus (12 page)

She blushed furiously and covered her face,
“Sorry, oh God I’m so sorry…I saw you…in the shower and you are
beautiful, and good, and …”

I sat next to her on the bed, even thought I
knew better, “Well then I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t be, I’m so embarrassed,
I’m…”

I couldn’t hide my cock if I tried, so I
didn’t try real hard. The towel wasn’t covering much, “Don’t be,
you hungry?”

Her green eyes rolled back and her face
scrunched up, “For you—I’m sorry I just. Twice more right…”

“Birdie we shouldn’t. We can be friends,
you’ve just been through a lot,” I was impressed with my ability to
say something I certainly wasn’t feeling right now and more
impressed when she pulled the covers over me and grabbed me, taking
me in her hand as she began to stroke me.

Without realizing what I was doing, my hand
cupped her hot little pussy and my mouth took her tit. “Just twice,
promise me that this won’t hurt anything, friends Birdie it’s got
to be that way,” and I didn’t wanna hear the answer so I kissed her
hard on the mouth and rolled to my back, taking her with me. I
couldn’t get enough of her, “Birdie, your tits are so fucking
perfect.”

I sucked hard on the left, avoiding the
right
Fucking Tony
! He nipples peaked, really peaked and she
whimpered as I continued sucking and cupping her little tit. They
were perfect and I didn’t wanna stop.

I felt her hand stroking me against her wet
hot pussy and I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t a breast man per
say but hers, fuck. Birdie’s tits were beautiful.

I pulled back to look at them and ran my
tongue over her tight little peaks
. “
Inverted my ass, they
were just hiding from that fuck!”

She looked down at me arching her back
wanting more, and I wanted to give her more, more of
everything.

I rolled her off of me and onto her back, I
took her hand from my cock and held both above her head as I sucked
and licked and savored her. Her moans and whimpers were my
encouragement, they begged me to continue. I pulled my head back
and gripped her firmly in my hand and ran my tongue over the bar,
and then tugged gently she screamed out my name and her hips
swayed, I sucked harder and she cried out again and again. I made
Birdie cum as I sucked her tits.

She lay panting and couldn’t stop I released
her hands and I moved to her neck, kissing sucking, biting. “Fuck
Birdie, I smell your need, I’m gonna take my time with you. Show
you what it should’ve been like the first time.”

My mouth covered every inch of her upper
body with my mouth, my lips, my tongue. I may be a dick but right
now I was gonna show her what it was like to be valued as a sexual
being, not fucked like a whore or sold like a prostitute regardless
of my cocks need for release.

I made my way to her hips, that fucking
tattoo staring me in the face I dragged my teeth across it, in my
mind’s eye I was removing the mark that fuck made on her. It didn’t
matter, he wasn’t given the opportunity to touch her like this, she
chose to give herself to me, and I was gonna give it to her again.
I may not be a good man, but I was gonna show her what a girl like
her deserved, right now I was going to be a better man than she had
ever known.

I sucked on her inner thigh slowly making my
way to her wet little cunt, I kissed her lightly and moved to her
other thigh, sucking biting, fighting to take my time with her,
like she deserved. It was like fighting tigers with my bare hands
in the dark, forcing myself, restraining myself until she wrapped
her legs over my shoulders and urged my head to where she wanted
it. I ran my nose across her heat and she gasped. My tongue skimmed
her lips and she cried out her legs tightened around me and I
wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled them swiftly apart,
“Fucking beautiful, Birdie your tight little cunt is
beautiful.”

“Please,” she begged raising her hips to
meet my face.

“Easy Birdie, you gonna get it, let
me….”

“What happened to hard and wild,” she
growled and it shocked the hell out of me, “Cyrus, please,
I’m….”

“You deserve better, Birdie.”

“Cyrus plea….”

I couldn’t hold back I spread her wider and
licked harshly starting low and quickly up to the hard nub and I
sucked her wet little pussy, and licked and sucked more. She bucked
into my face and screamed out again and again.

I needed to be in her. I wanted to cum so
bad it fucking hurt--
not yet
. I pushed a finger into her and
her body clenched around it. I couldn’t wait till it was my cock
being strangled by her, I pushed further and harder and she covered
her face, “No I wanna watch you. I wanna see you cum, Birdie.”

She didn’t move her hands and I pushed
another finger in and she moaned as her hands left her face and
grasped the sheets beside her tightly. She was so tense and on
edge, her back arched and she held her breath and I felt her pulse.
He little body rippled around me.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was
teetering on losing it, restraint was diminishing and need grabbed
a hold of me. I held myself above her rubbing my cock against her
opening. Her mouth fell open and her eyes watered
-- her eyes
fucking watered
. I felt like I was ready to cum, “Birdie, hard
and wild?”

“Yes, oh please-- yes,” her plea floored me
and I pushed in hard, too fucking hard, but I no longer held
control.

She grabbed a hold of my neck and lifted her
body to mine, I couldn’t pull back or push forward she wrapped her
body around me so tight and she fucked me. I sat back on my knees
and she continued moving up and down me. Blown away, I was gone,
her mouth was against my neck and she was literally chewing me. I
had never had anyone top me like this, she was fucking untamed and
until me, untouched. I lifted her hips and slowly pulled them onto
me holding her still, taking back control.

“Your so fucking hot Birdie, so fucking
tight,” I felt my voice shake and she grabbed my face between hers
and looked into my eyes as she circled her hips on me.

She didn’t say a word, her eyes never
leaving mine. She was trying to show me something, show me
something I couldn’t accept. I lifted her, taking back the control:
she paused for a moment and I raised her as I stood, holding her
tightly against my cock, sweat trickled down both of our faces and
I walked with her into the bathroom. I pulled her shirt over her
head and turned on the shower and stepped in.

I set her down and turned her towards the
wall, “Hang on, Birdie,” I warned as I took her hard and fast from
behind. I held her around the waist as I savagely pumped into her,
over and over, and over again until I was about to cum. I pulled
out quickly and she moaned, panting, trying to catch her breath as
she turned and watched as I came harder than I ever have
before.

When I finished I opened my eyes and she
leaned against the shower wall searching my eyes as I did the same
without thinking I pulled her into my arms and held her, “You
okay?”

She looked up at me and smiled, “Yeah.” Her
eyes closed and her smile broadened and she sucked in her lips.

“This isn’t why I came…”

“I know, you already said why you came.
You’re a man of your word,” she started tracing the wave on my rib
bellow my heart. “Tell me about this?”

I grabbed a bar of soap soaped my hand and
then rubbed her tits and she smirked, “How about we get cleaned
up?”

“It’s a wave, and it looks like nails, is it
nails Cyrus?”

I was kind of floored, but I shrugged it
off, “Yeah, it’s nails.”

I grabbed a wash cloth and rubbed between
her legs, her mouth gapped and I wanted so badly to keep rubbing,
to make her cum again, “You hungry?”

She smiled, “Same ride?”

I laughed, “Nah Birdie, real food.”

She clenched her eyes together, “Maybe a
little.”

“Good girl,” and as soon as the words fell
from my lips I remembered she was a fucking girl, twenty years old
and I was way too fucking old for her.

I rinsed and quickly got out
,
Fuck!

“Towels out here, I’ll grab your
clothes.”

When she came out she was looked around and
then took a deep breath and walked towards the couch.

“Sit and eat. I need to say a few things.”
She sat and I handed her toasted cheese she nibbled a little and I
forgot what I needed to say.

She looked up, “You like toasted
cheese?”

I shook my head yes, “I do.”

“It’s good, thank you.” She set the sandwich
down and picked up the cup of soup and slowly blew on it before
taking a sip. I sat and watched as she closed her eyes and
swallowed. She held the cup up, “It’s not tomato but it’s
good.”

“I don’t know, it looks like you’re enjoying
it too much,” what the fuck was wrong with me? I was like Carly
after a damn drink, shit just fell out of my mouth. No thinking
involved, “Look Tara…”

“Why do you call me Birdie?”

I started to talk and stopped trying to reel
it in. She tilted her head like a little puppy when you say their
name and they’re trying to figure out what you wanted.

“You dance, you know with Carly in at my
place, I guess you looked like a bird,” I looked away and grabbed a
knife and fork and began cutting the steak. I took a bite and
looked over and held a piece up to her. She leaned forward and
pulled her hair back and her mouth opened, and yeah, I fed her.

She smiled while she chewed, “It’s
good.”

“You want more,” I fucking did, more of her,
one more ride
, fuck!

“No thanks, I might get sick. I’m full.”

She sat back and continued sipping the broth
as I ate, “Tired?”

“Yes,” she pulled her knees up to her chest,
“I’ll wait for you.”

“You go ahead, I need to make a phone call,”
and I didn’t need to sleep in bed next to her, although it would
certainly help me keep an eyes on her, “Listen, as good as that was
in there….”

“Amazing,” she said looking at the cup.

No shit right?
I wanted to ask but I
couldn’t, “Tara, I don’t want shit to get weird with you and I, we
have a lot to get through.”

She shook her head yes and then set her cup
down, “It won’t Cyrus, goodnight.” I watched her walk quickly into
the bedroom.

I could see her from where I sat she climbed
into bed and covered herself up.

I sat and ate my meal and listened to her
talking. When I was finished I walked towards the door so that I
could hear what she was saying, she was counting things in the
room.

I walked in and she stopped, “You
alright?”

“You’re upset,” she pulled the covers up to
her chin and looked at me with heartbroken little eyes.

How do you reply to that, “I’m tired. I’m
pissed at myself, you deserve different, better…”

“I’m sorry….”

“Birdie, don’t you ever be sorry to me
alright. Just…you gotta…fuck !”

“One sun, two….”

“Stop, damn it,” I sat next to her, “Why do
you do that?”

I would have rather been cut than been on
the receiving end of the look she gave me, I wasn’t sure exactly
what it was, scared, hurt, angry… but it fucking sliced me
open.

“I want to go to sleep…”

“Look, I’m sorry Birdie, sorry that ….I told
you I’m not a good man. I shouldn’t have let this happen again. If
I’d known it wouldn’t have happened the first time, alright? If I
had known you were a …” I couldn’t even say it, “And if I had known
Birdie, if I had known everything, I would’ve been your friend but
not…”

“What do you know?” her hands began to
fidgeted and I hated that I was making her feel like this.

I grabbed her hands, “I have four brothers,
Birdie.”

“And a mom and dad and you go to the
beach…”

She was starting to shake a little, “I don’t
have …fuck—look I’m an ass alright. I live my life for me. I do
what I want when I want, I don’t bring people in that haven’t been
there all my life and then Carly…well she brought you to my
house…”

“Sorry…”

“NO!” she jumped, “Damn it, you were so
fucking unlike the rest of the women that hang in my crowd. You
didn’t—reciprocate. You told me no when I offered my lap. That shit
doesn’t happen. That’s not what I’m used to. It was a challenge
Tara. Then the shop, and I knew you were hanging with some bad
people. Carly likes you, she doesn’t have friends…what the hell.
And really? You hung out once! One fucking time and that’s my poor
ass excuse! I told you I wasn’t a good guy so…”

“I’m sorry…”

“God Damn it Birdie, it’s not your fault!” I
was drowning, I hated feeling shit. “I made a choice a long time
ago not to play this kind of game, hurt no one, involve no one,
live life with no fucking regrets and laugh every day because you
have no idea what’s going to happen next.”

“No responsibility,” she whispered.

“None,” I closed my eyes and felt her hold
my hand tightly, or as tight as she could, those tiny little
hands…

“Because someone hurt you?” she traced her
little fingers on my chest over one of my tats, “Broken
mirror.”

I had no clue how she knew that’s what it
was and I looked into her green eyes, full of question and concern,
ready to snap. I didn’t want her in my head, I didn’t want anyone
in my head. I opened my mouth to tell her just that, but I
couldn’t, I couldn’t hurt her.

“You don’t have to tell me,” she whispered
and looked down taking in my ink. Not a word was said, how do you
respond to that? “I know what it’s like to just want people to
think you’re normal.”

She glanced up and then down quickly, “I
don’t care what people think. I don’t care if they see me all inked
up or if they see me in a damn suit. I know who I was, who I am,
and who I need to be, too. I’m sorry I know things you don’t want
me too. It was never my intention to dig up your bones, Tara. I
just wanted you to be safe.”