by J. S. Cooper
"Well, maybe," he said softly as he blew into my ear, "maybe you don't fuck me. Maybe I just make you come all night long, and you deny me."
"What?"
"Yeah," he pulled back and licked his lips softly, slowly, sensuously teasing me. "Let me make you come, Birdie. Let me make you release some of that stress."
"Hunter, my friends are here."
"We can have the drink, and then we leave. Simple as that."
"Hunter."
"Yes, Birdie. What do you say?"
"I don't know." I ran my hands through my hair. As badly as I wanted him, I knew it would be a bad idea, the worst idea possible. "I don't think so, Hunter."
"I want you, Birdie. I need you. I've missed you. I'm sorry." His voice cracked. "I know this isn't anything. I know this is not enough, but it's a start."
"Hunter, it's not a start. We can't just ..."
"Birdie, we can do anything we want. Remember?" He kissed me again on the lips. "Please."
"Let's have this drink, and then I'll think about it," I said and pushed him away.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds, grateful when the two men in front of us finally stepped aside so we could order our drinks. There was no way that I should sleep with him, not now, but I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. I wanted to give in to him.
I wanted to be loved, I wanted to orgasm, I wanted to come, I wanted to scream his name, and I wanted to scratch his back and bite him and take out all my past anger and frustration on him. I was still so angry. I wanted to laugh because he was right. A hate fuck would get out so much of what I needed to get out, because it would be passionate and it would be raw. That's what I needed, for me and for him.
"Fine," I said as I whispered into his ear, "We have one drink and then we go."
Chapter 22
Hunter
"Your friends must think I'm a complete horn ball, huh?" I said as I kissed Birdie on the side of the neck.
"No, they most probably think I'm crazy," she giggled as we walked down the street. "And I am."
"You're not crazy. Why would you call yourself crazy?"
"Because I've just spent the last couple of weeks telling them how much I hate you and how much I'm never going to talk to you again, and here we are."
She gave me a look and I grinned. "What does that mean, here we are?"
"Well, we're hurrying back to my place and I think it's pretty obvious what we're about to do."
"Oh yeah, what are we about to do?"
"Hunter, don't get on my nerves or I will stop right now and send you right home."
"Please don't, Birdie. Please." I leaned forward and kissed her on the nose. "I just want to get into your bed and devour you."
"You're such a bad boy, Hunter."
"Isn't that why you lo... like being with me?"
"What?" she said, looking at me through narrowed eyes.
"I said, 'Isn't that why you like being with me?'" Trying to cover up the fact that I nearly said, "Isn't that why you love me?" Of course she didn't love me anymore. Why would she after everything I'd done? I mean, I didn't deserve her love, but I was hoping to win it back, no matter how long it took or what I had to do to get it. "How much further to your place?"
"You were at my place recently, don’t you remember?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I know where it is from this bar."
"We're there in five minutes," she said as she squeezed my hand. "You're such a goofball," she giggled again.
"Oh my God. You're totally drunk, aren't you?"
"I am not drunk. I only had three drinks. Am I a little tipsy? Yes. But I'm not drunk."
"So you know what you're doing, right?"
"I know what I'm doing, Hunter."
"I just want to make sure, because I don't want to take advantage of a woman that's drunk."
"You're not taking advantage of me, Hunter." Now it was her time to kiss me on the lips. "I want you."
"Oh, yeah. How badly do you want me?"
"Hmm, we'll see."
"Oh, so you're teasing me now?"
"I'm not teasing you. I'm just saying, yes, I want you. Yes, you can go down on me. I don't know that I'm going to let you do anything else."
"Rrrrr," I roared at her. You're turning me on so much."
"That turns you on, really?"
"What do you think, Birdie?"
"Oh my God. I'm crazy. I cannot believe we're doing this."
"Shh." I put my finger against her lips. "Don't overthink it. We're going to have fun. Isn't that what life's all about?"
"I don't know that my parents would agree with that. Is life really just about sex?"
"Yeah. It's about sex, love, money. It's about-"
"Oh shush. Hunter. Look, we're here."
Finally, we stopped outside her building. "I don't want us to talk anymore."
"We don't have to talk anymore. We can just do it, if that's what you want."
I looked into her big blue eyes, so familiar and yet, so different. Birdie had grown up. She was a woman now, a beautiful, curvy, voluptuous, gorgeous woman. And I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted any woman in my entire life, including her.
"Let's go upstairs," I said frantically, my voice low. "Let's go. Where are your keys?"
"Oh my gosh, Hunter. Really?" She rifled through her handbag. "I've never seen you like this before. Not even when we were in high school and about to have sex for the first time."
"Oh yeah. Do you still remember that?" I shook my head. Those were crazy days.
"Yes, they were some crazy...," she nodded with a small sigh. I can't believe that she paused as if she were remembering the first time that I made her come. I still had dreams about fucking her in the past. "Anyway, nothing."
"What? What were you going to say?"
"I was just going to say, I can't believe that we were each other's first." She looked back at me and chewed on her lower lip. "I don't think I want to know how many there have been since me."
"That's not important, Birdie," I said, my stomach turning over because of course there'd been other women since her. I was a virile man. I had needs and I'd been with other women, but none of them had made me feel the way that Birdie made me feel. None of them. And honestly, I was sure that Birdie most probably had had other men. And I didn't want to know about it. I didn't want to hear about it. I couldn't.
"Hunter, what are you thinking?"
"Nothing. Let's go upstairs." We stumbled into Birdie's apartment. My fingers were on the top of my shirt, unbuttoning quickly. As she slipped her shoes off, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her on the shoulders. Her skin felt silky and smooth, and I breathed in her essence. She smelled like honeysuckle and I grinned, "Still using the same body wash then, huh?"
"Maybe," she said with a small smile. Her hands, unbuttoning the rest of my shirt and taking it off. "Wow, for someone that didn't want to do this, you sure seem to be into it." I laughed.
"Hunter, shut up and kiss me." She pressed her lips against mine and it didn't take more than that before I kissed her back passionately, holding her close to me.
As I pulled her dress up and off, I stepped back and gazed at her beautiful body. She was wearing an opaque bra and I stared at her nipples. I swallowed hard. It's been so long since I've seen her like this, so long, and yet it felt like just yesterday that we were together. I wanted to tell her so many things, wanted to explain, wanted to show her that I hadn't just discarded her, but I didn't want our getting back together or our future to be based upon me having to explain. I wanted her to take me back of her own free will. I wanted her to take me back because she loved me, because she wanted to give me another chance.
Yes, I'd been in the wrong in that locker room, but I tried to make amends for it. And she didn't know the full extent of everything that had gone down. No one knew except for my dad, not even Nellie.
"Stop thinking, Hunter." Her fingers went to the top of my jeans and she started undoing my belt.
> "Just kiss me."
"Okay."
I quickly undid my belt and threw it to the ground before pulling my jeans down, stepping out. We stood there, gazing at each other for a few seconds, both of us taking in our bodies, so similar and yet so different. I knew I was more built than when she'd last been with me. I spent so many hours at the gym trying to get into the best shape of my life, trying to be built, muscular, toned. And she, well, she was perfect. The roundness of her butt, the roundness of her breasts, the softness of her belly, the way her lips trembled as she gazed at me... she was beautiful. She was my Birdie. I never wanted to let her go.
"Come here." I said, and I pulled her into my arms. My lips fell to her neck and I kissed. As my fingers trailed down her stomach, loving the way that she trembled as I touched her. I quickly unclasped her bra and she gasped as I pulled it down. I looked into her eyes and grinned before my lips went upon her nipple and I tugged and teased until she moaned that moan that I loved and lived for.
"Oh, Hunter don't stop," she groaned, "don't stop." Her skin was hot and I was hot and I needed her. I needed to be inside of her. I needed to own her. I needed to dominate her. I needed her to tell me that I was the only man for her forever.
I didn't care who she'd been with since me, and I didn't care who she was going on dates with now. But now there could be no one else, but me. I wanted her to open her eyes.
"Look at me, Birdie," I said, "look at me." I could hear myself growling, grunting. I was hot and I was heated. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me.
"What is it, Hunter?"
"I've missed you. I've missed this," I said as my hands fell to her underwear and I squeezed her ass.
"Oh, Hunter, I've missed you too." Her fingers fell to my chest and she ran them up and down my pecs. "You've got a six pack now," she said, as her fingers ran down the front of my abdomen.
"Yes, you like it?"
"Yeah," she said softly, shyly as she nodded. She leaned forward and she kissed me on the top of my shoulder blade.
"I love the feel of your lips against my skin. Oh, Birdie." I slipped my fingers into her panties and I could feel that she was wet. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her. Her hand slipped to the front of my boxers and she felt my erection hard, rigid, waiting.
"I want to be inside of you, Birdie."
"I thought this was just going to be oral sex," she moaned.
"You thought wrong." I paused and pulled back. “I can't do this. I don’t want you to think that this was all I was after.”
"Shh," it was her time to quiet me. "Take me, Hunter." She grabbed my hand and she led me over to a bed. We laid down and just stared at each other for a few seconds. I ran my fingers up and down her arms before reaching to her panties and pulling them down. I kissed down her stomach and then widened her legs so that I could stare at her beautiful pussy. Wet. Glistening. All for me, waiting for me.
I leaned forward and I kissed and sucked on her clit. She cried out as my tongue licked her and entered her. I could feel her body shudder underneath me. She wanted this just as badly as I did. I looked up and I saw her hands were gripping the sheet. She was writhing and moving back and forth.
"Hunter don't stop. I'm so close." She mumbled and I grinned. I was in power and I loved it. I licked, and I fucked her with my tongue faster and harder until I felt her body completely quaking, her legs and her thighs squeezed on my head.
"Oh, Hunter, I'm coming." Her body moved up and down as her juices flowed into my mouth. I licked and lapped them up. She tasted wonderful. She tasted like strawberries dipped in honey. I could live on her. I could actually live and survive on another planet, just eating her out all day.
I laughed to myself as I kissed back up her stomach and then kissed her on the lips so she could taste the sweetness of her own juices.
"What's so funny?" She said breathlessly as she looked at me.
"I was just thinking to myself that with someone like you, I could never go hungry."
"What do you mean?" she said, a soft smile on her face as she ran her fingers through my hair.
"I just mean you taste like the sweetest dessert that there's ever been in my life."
"Oh, Hunter," she shook her head, "you're too much."
"Am I?" I positioned myself over her and kissed her on the lips before stroking her breasts. "If you don't want to do this all the way, we don't have to."
"I know," I said. "I want you inside of me, Hunter."
"Are you sure?"
"Fuck me," she said deeply, harshly. She wanted it as badly as me and that's all I needed. I quickly pulled off my boxer shorts and then lay back on top of her. Her legs spread underneath me as I positioned my cock in her opening.
And then I thrust. She cried out as I entered her deep and hard and it felt like nothing I'd ever felt before and I couldn't stop myself from moving faster and faster. I thrust harder and deeper until both of our bodies became one. She was gripping onto my back, pulling my hair, digging her fingernails into my skin. I continued thrusting so hard that my balls bounced against her, my cock was sliding in so deep that it almost felt like her pussy lips were attached to my cock.
"I'm going to come," I said and I grunted as I thrust one, two, three more times and then emptied myself inside of her. I pulled out slowly, kissing her on the lips, kissing her on the cheek. And we just gazed at each other breathlessly as I held her in my arms.
"This was even better than I ever remembered," I said, as I kissed her. I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to tell her that I've never loved anyone since her. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was. I wanted to explain to her everything, that even though I fucked up, that I tried to correct it, but she left before I could explain everything to her.
But I held it all in because I didn't want her to break my heart again, because as much as I had broken her heart, she had broken mine by just leaving in the dark of night. Leaving me there in South Carolina without a word.
She'd said to me that she didn't think that I had been man enough to really apologize in the way that was needed. But she hadn’t been woman enough to have the conversation with me before she left. And I wasn't sure how I was going to bring it up because we were getting on so well, this was so marvelous and I didn't want to ruin that. I didn't want our second chance to become bitter and angry again, because if I told her that I partially blamed her for everything that had happened, that I blamed her for breaking my heart... I was scared. I was worried that she would flip it on me. That she'd be angry again and she'd leave and this time she'd never talk to me again. And I couldn't stand that. And yet, I knew we couldn't be fully together until she accepted all of me, until she also apologized to me. I chewed on my lower lip as she stroked my hair. And then I kissed her.
"I'm so tired," she said, her eyes fluttering as she held me. "That was amazing."
"Don't worry. Tomorrow morning will be amazing as well," I said whispering into her ear.
"But you have your meeting."
"I do. And what of it?" I grinned.
"But Hunter..."
"But nothing, Birdie. Let me worry about that." And before I knew it, she was asleep, snoring softly in my arms. I stared at her for what felt like hours, memorizing every detail of her face, every strand of her hair, the way that her nostrils moved in and out as she breathed. The way that her lips trembled, the little murmurs she made. And I stroked her skin softly. She was my Birdie. My little bird had come back to me. And while I wanted to cage her and keep her with me always, I knew that I had to let her fly away once more, because I had to make sure that she would come back of her own volition. I had to make sure that she wanted this as badly as I did. And for all the right reasons, not just the lust.
Chapter 23
Birdie
My body felt warm and tired as I woke up, but I didn't open my eyes because I could hear Hunter singing to me. It was a song that we used to sing when we were kids, one that his dad really loved, an Irish song going back
to his Irish ancestors called Danny Boy. I wasn't sure why Hunter was singing it to me, but I liked it. He had a nice voice. His timbre was husky and melodic, and he carried a tune well.
"Oh Danny Boy," he sang, and I smiled as I heard about the pipes calling. Surprisingly, I didn't feel upset with myself for having let him fuck me. It'd been nice being with him. It'd been nice making love. It'd been so long since I'd been with anyone. And if I was honest, I'd never gone all the way with anyone but him. Yeah, I'd made out and yeah, I'd done other stuff, but actual full-on intercourse, he was my one and only. Not that I would tell him that, of course. Now knowing that he had other women. It made me feel as if I couldn't get anyone else, even though I knew that wasn't true. There were plenty of guys that wanted to have sex with me, more guys than I could count. But for me, sex was something special. I didn't question why I'd slept with Hunter if it was so special to me because he wasn't special to me anymore, at least not in that way, at least that was what I was telling myself.
"I know you're awake, Birdie."
He kissed the side of my cheek and my eyes flew open. "How did you know?" I looked over at him with a small smile, questioning.
"Because your breathing changed."
"What are you, some sort of detective?" I laughed, running my hands through his hair again, loving the touch of his strands on my fingertips. I looked at his chest and then ran my fingers down across his pecs. His skin was so tan and so cut, different from when we'd been together, even different from when he'd been on the football team. And I thought he'd been in great shape then. "You must really work out a lot, huh?" I said absentmindedly as I ran my fingers down his six pack.
"You like it?" he chuckled.
"No," I lied and then I laughed. "I mean, of course, it's amazing. You must be in the gym like 18 hours a day."
"Close," he nodded and laughed. "So it's 7:00." He made a face.
"Yeah, and?"
"My meeting's at 8:30."
"Okay."
"So if we're going to have morning sex, it's going to need to be a quickie."
"Really, Hunter? Don't you think that you need to go back to the hotel and shower and put on some applicable clothes suitable for a meeting?"