Cyrus

by Mj Fields

  That hurt and I knew it and the way her pouty bottom lip quivered made me want to eat my words, take them back. Carly was gonna be pissed if she ever found out what I had just said to this girl. What’s said is said, no matter what--- I couldn’t take it back so I owned that shit. I made sure I stared right back at her.

  “You got camera’s watching you Birdie, you’re a caged little animal here, owned by a man who hurts your body, who shares you with the world. Who has you fucking believing he loves you. I can promise you he doesn’t, not when he can do shit like this to you.”

  “It’s none of your business. I want you to leave.”

  “I’m not ready to.” And I wasn’t, “I paid for a dance paid real good too, twice as much as my buddy did for the blonde. How much do you make of that three hundred bucks?” She looked away, “That’s what I thought. He sells a video online of you sucking him off for two bucks a pop and there’s a pre-purchase of the day he’s gonna fuck you live for twenty bucks. How much do you get from that?” she looked at me and her lips moved but she said nothing and there was no expression on her face. “Maybe next time he sells you online he’ll be beating the shit out of you …”

  “He wouldn’t do that!” she yelled at me and I saw her tearing up.

  I wasn’t gonna stop here, I couldn’t, “You like to be hit?”

  “NO!”

  “But I’m supposed to leave you knowing some fucking drug dealing pimp is gonna beat your ass, Birdie!”

  “It’s none of your business!” She screamed and the door swung open.

  I stood up and smirked at the little fuck and his friends, “You’re leaving.”

  “Tony, I didn’t…”

  “I don’t want to fucking hear it Tara,” the contempt in his tone for her would have scared the shit out of a normal man, but I wasn’t normal.

  “Shit bag, women beating, drug pushing, pimp daddy wanna be, you fucking bring your bitches to jump me this time?”

  “Get the fuck out of this club, now.”

  “Not until she comes with me.” I stood tall and proud, and I wasn’t leaving until she was with me.

  Two guys came in and grabbed my arms and I fucking let them, “Let’s go Birdie.”

  “No!”

  “He’s gonna hit you again,” I yelled over my shoulder and then stopped and swung around, “You don’t deserve to be hit!”

  “He didn’t mean it!”

  The snug bastard smirked as he pulled her against his chest, “That’s right Tara we’re a team.”

  “You’re fucking scum!”

  Tony let go of Tara as the two goons held my arms and he backhanded me across the face. I spit in his and laughed. All hell broke loose and I stood there and let them hit me, “This okay with you Tara? Is it?!”

  She looked horrified and she closed her eyes, again she was saying something but no sound. I felt nothing, I was numb. I wanted her to see, “Look at me damn you!”

  Her eyes popped open as I continued taking blows and she began to shake, “Hurts to watch, doesn’t it Birdie! I’m supposed to…” fuck that one hurt and I wanted to swat these little bitches off me but I knew I was getting through to her.

  “Stop! Please Stop!” she cried.

  They didn’t, “I’m supposed to leave you here knowing this is gonna happen…” another sharp jab dropped me to my knees and she screamed again for them to stop and covered her face. “Come with me.”

  A kick to my gut was the last thing I felt before she cried out “OK.”

  I forced myself up and threw them both to the ground. I grabbed Tony by the throat and held him against the wall, “You ever touch her again, I’ll kill you.”

  I dropped him and he fell to the floor gasping for air.

  I grabbed her hand and walked out into the club. Nickey was standing there just a shaking his head, “Call your Dad.”

  “Already did,” he said as we walked out the door.

  We pulled out of the driveway as cops surrounded the place.

  ~

  We pulled in the driveway and I opened the door and held my hand out for her. She was shaking like a little leaf but followed me in.

  I lead her straight to the bathroom and sat her on the counter. “Take it off.” She shook and I knew she was scared, “I wanna clean it up Birdie.”

  She sat while I cleaned her and damn if the other side wasn’t hardening up. I smiled when I saw it and she noticed and looked down and turned the prettiest shade of red.

  “We’re gonna keep heat on it tonight and help draw out the infection. You’ll heal nice.” Real fucking nice. I clenched my jaw because I really wanted to suck that little pebble out the rest of the way.

  She grabbed the washcloth and started cleaning the blood off the side of my mouth and I looked down into her eyes as she continued, “Sorry he hit you.”

  “I’m sorry he hit you.”

  She set the cloth down and then rubbed her thumb across my bottom lip, “Does it hurt?”

  “Not at this moment, no. You gonna let this one close up?” I pointed to her nipple.

  “Should I?” she looked down at her breast, “Does it look really bad if I just have one?”

  “No Birdie,” my mouth went dry and I swallowed hard, “You wanna drink?”

  I needed distance so I turned to get the hell out of there.

  “I need…I mean… do you have clothes or something I can wear? I’ll get them back to you when I can.”

  I grabbed a bottle of Jack and a bottle of Ginger ale and walked past Nickie he was on the phone with his Dad. He winked as I walked by.

  I opened the bathroom door and she was looking at herself in the mirror, “Come on Birdie .”

  She looked up and smiled and I walked to my room.

  I grabbed the bottle and took a swig, “You want some?”

  “Yes please.”

  After she took several drinks, “Could I get something to a wear?”

  “I’m really not sure I want you in something else right now,” I took the bottle and took another shot.

  “You like this?”

  “It’s fucking hot.”

  She tried not to smile and her little hips swayed back and forth as she watched the skirt flow.

  “I really wanna fuck you, Birdie.” My cock was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it.

  “Would you let me leave after?”

  “When we know you’re safe, yeah. I don’t own you, you don’t own me.”

  I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto my bed and sat her in the middle. “I have rules though. I’ll fuck you better than you’ve been fucked before, hard and wild, Birdie. No more than three hook ups. Do you understand that? That way no one gets hurt. No expectations, alright. If I were a better man I’d wait till you were back on your feet but I’m not a better man. As long as we both follow that rule we can be friends still. Fuck…. Carly is gonna be pissed at me Birdie, but I need to fuck you.”

  She nodded her head up and down and her chest rose and fell quickly. Her head bobbing gave me some pretty fucking hot thoughts, her sucking my cock was going to be fucking hot as hell.

  “I smell your need too and I wanna taste you. You’re going to cum in my mouth and then I’m gonna come all over yours.”

  She swallowed hard and I knew she was with me, and I was gonna fuck her good for a real long time.

  “I’m gonna fix this too Birdie,” I licked across her belly, “This isn’t you.”

  She whimpered when I snapped those little strings and licked her hot, bare, swollen little lips. “You taste so good.” And she did: she was sweet like candy and I lapped at her hot little pussy like a kitten to milk. My tongue slipped just inside her slit, and I licked a little harder… slowly up her until I was almost at her clit and then down. She was getting wetter, and much more responsive verbally. One more time up and I circled her and then sucked on her clit. She moaned and grabbed my hair. “Tell me how it feels Birdie,” I shoved my tongue deeper lapping at her wet lips and I’ll
be damned, it tasted even better.

  “Oh good, real good…I think… oh…. I think…” she yelled out as her knees crushed against my ears.

  Hungry --I was so fucking hungry for her sweet milk I dragged her to the bottom of the bed and threw her knees over my shoulders. She sat up and grabbed my hair, pushing her hot wet snatch harder against my face.

  She was shaking all over which was kind of hot. Not this time, this shit was mine. I wrapped my arms around her legs supporting that little peach of an ass, and stood. She held on tight as I pushed her back against the wall and fucked her with my tongue and sucked her little nub until she screamed and dug into my back. Her body trembled as I continued and she began to plead for mercy. I slid that hot drenched little cunt down my face rubbing my stubble against her thighs and slowly down to the floor.

  “Oh my God,” she panted.

  “Birdie that was just a taste,” and I’d never tasted anything so fucking sweet in my life.

  I pulled my shirt off, and her eyes looked over me. For a moment I’d forgotten she’d never seen me shirtless. Hell yeah, my body was hard but she was checking out the art. Her little fingers traced the piece on my rib and she looked up at me, “It hurts.”

  I couldn’t think or speak or have any desire to explain just how bad, not now, not ever.

  “A little, but you wanna know what will make it feel all better?” I picked her little ass up and laid her down and shed my pants.

  Her eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of my hard cock, yeah that’s right, fucking hung. And hell no that’s not arrogance--- that’s truth. Just like it said across the V. She fingered that as well tracing the letters in awe and wonder.

  “Birdie, you gonna play with my ink, or give me a little somethin’?”

  A smile crept across her face as she looked up at me. I wasn’t use to this shit, this curiosity and when they say it kills the cat they’re fucking wrong, it kills the cock.

  “It’s real big,” she grabbed right under the head and I groaned as the electricity of her touch pulsed throughout me.

  “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 Got To Choose

  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.”

  ~

  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!”