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Birdie:See you there.
I hurry to my car, my heart racing with anticipation. I can't wait to get Birdie alone, to feel her skin against mine, to taste her lips. The drive home is a blur, my mind consumed with thoughts of her. When I pull into my driveway, I see her waiting for me on the porch. She's got her hands in her pockets, her purse slung over her shoulder, and she grins at me when I get out and wave.
I can't get up there fast enough. I need to be near her...inside her, kissing her, fucking her all night.
I climb the stairs, unsure of what she wants or what she'll do. She seemed pretty certain she wanted nothing to do with me after she left Fern Hollow--after she wrote the piece. "Hey, stranger," I say from down the driveway.
"Hey," she says. "I figured this was better than a bar. Don't want to be seen."
"Why not?" I ask. "Do I embarrass you?"
She laughs and pulls me in by the front of my shirt, her long nails tangling in the fabric.
"Shut up, Playfair," she purrs.
I kiss her full on the lips, and she moans in delight. "I missed you," she whispers against my mouth. She pulls back and looks at me, her eyes searching my face as if she's looking for something. "I didn't think I would."
"You should have known you wouldn't be able to stay away," I say.
She blushes. "Come on. Let's go inside."
"Wait." I take her hands in mine. "I want you to be sure."
"Seriously, Johnny?" she says with a wicked smile. "I don't do anything I don't want to."
"But I thought you said this wasn't a date."
"It's not," she shrugs. "It's a booty call."
"Whatever you say," I say, fitting my key into the lock and letting us into my place. She throws her purse on the couch and comes up to me, sliding her hands under my shirt and up over my abs.
"Straight into it, huh?" I say.
"It's the reason I'm here," she replies. She grips my pecs and then tugs on my shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the ground. "God, you smell good."
I run my hands through her hair, tugging it free of her ponytail and letting it fall loose around her shoulders. She rubs her hands back down my abs, and I take a deep breath as she reaches her hands into my pants. My cock throbs when she rubs me through my boxers...her fingers just grazing against skin.
She tugs my pants and boxers down around my ankles without hesitation, knowing exactly what she wants. I kick them off and toss them aside as she stands back a moment to admire me.
"This is a hell of a view," she says.
"All yours," I say.
She smiles and steps forward, her hand going to my cock. I groan as she wraps her fingers around my girth, stroking up and down, her teeth biting hard into her lip.
"Would you think I was a whore if I wanted to suck your cock?" she asks.
"Shit, Birdie..." I say, my voice hoarse. "I love it when you're a whore."
She shrugs off her leather jacket, letting it fall to the floor. "Only for you, Johnny."
She goes to her knees, winking at me before she leans in and wraps her lips around my cock. My head falls back and my hands slide through her hair as she works me with her mouth. She takes me deep, her tongue swirling around my head before she pulls back and lets the head of my cock rest on her tongue.
"Off..." I growl, snatching at her shirt. "I want to see you."
She pulls away from me, stroking me as she replies. "You can wait."
Her hands slide up my thighs and she grips my ass, pulling me deeper into her throat. She gags and coughs a little, but she doesn't pull off--doesn't stop sucking me. I groan and she shoots me a wicked smile, her eyes on mine as she relaxes her throat. She takes me deep, her lips pressing against my skin as she takes me all the way down her throat.
