Cyrus

by Mj Fields

  I watched out the door as Cyrus raised his phone in the air as if he wanted to smash it against the wall. He was pacing and sputtering under his breath, angry so angry--because of me.

  He stopped and squatted down and his hands fisting his hair, I cleared my throat and he stood up and turned around. He walked into the room trying to compose himself, “Did you pick something to eat?”

  “Um…” I shook my head no, “Are you okay?”

  His let out a deep breath and shook his head yes, “Hungry, and you?”

  I didn’t answer him right away, “Tired, really tired.”

  “Gotta eat first,” he leaned back against the headboard and relaxed, “Toasted cheese and tomato soup? Oh no that’s right… you don’t like that very much, do you?”

  “Sorry.”

  “It was a joke,” Cyrus turned towards be and looked down, “Let me know.”

  “Soup? Chicken broth, maybe a couple crackers?”

  He continued looking at me his tired brown eyes dropped a bit, “You should have more than that, when’s the last time you ate?”

  “This morning, sorry I’m just so cold, and really tired.”

  He grabbed the phone and ordered. I sunk down in the bed and he smiled. He looked content but only for a moment and then he jumped up, “I’m gonna shower, rest. I’ll wake you when it gets here.”

  He started walking away, “Cyrus,” he turned and looked at me, “You didn’t have to come, I’m sorry to…to be a problem.”

  “You certainly have been a pain in the ass, little Birdie,” he smirked and walked away.

  I laid back and was almost asleep when the phone rang. I picked it up and saw Jase on the caller ID. Afraid it was important, I crawled out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

  The door was cracked and the shower was running. I walked in and froze at the sight of him.

  Cyrus, the man who for some reason needed to save me was truly beautiful. He was tall, very tall and broad. His body type fit somewhere perfectly between a body builder and an underwear model. His hands were against the shower wall and his head was bowed down as the water poured over him. His already dark hair looked jet black as the water dripped down it and ran in a steady stream down his chiseled jaw. He tilted his chin up moving his head slowly to the left and then to the right allowing the water to flow over his face. I watched as the water flowed down over his chest and it continued down his side over the black ink that said Forever Steel. It kissed his narrow hips and continuing down his beautiful muscular ass. He stood up and soaped his hands and turned with his eyes still closed as he scrubbed his hair, his face, and down his neck he grabbed a washcloth and squirted more soap on it and rubbed his underarms and chest, down his tight well defined torso and then lower. My eyes followed the soapy path. Even in the few movies I had watched with Tony I’d never seen such a magnificent penis. It hung thick down the front of him. It was long, wide, and perfectly in proportion to this strong body. He washed down it with the cloth and lifted it to clean his sac and pulled it up as he massaged it gently. The sound he made when he slowly washed himself called to something deep inside of me. I felt myself body tighten, tingle, and clenched as if it knew what it wanted.

  He took his time each stroke made by body heat, “Birdie” I heard him whisper as his stroke hastened. He felt it too… the evidence in his hand.

  I couldn’t move, I was mesmerized by him, I felt myself begin to moisten and my breaths begin to become harder to catch. I willed myself to take a step back, knowing it was wrong to watch him, to want so badly to touch him and needing him to touch me. Each step I took away from him was painful. I craved him so badly, my body hungered for his.

  I laid in bed trying to forget, trying to focus on something other than Cyrus naked in the shower. But the pulsing between my legs only become stronger and it’s need to be filled and stretched by him cause my legs to fall to the sides. My breasts became heavier and I arched my back: imagining his hands, I cupped one. Losing control my other hand travelled down my body as my mind travelled back to the man in the shower. I touched myself lightly and it’s like lightning strikes me, I allowed my fingers to dance with my clit as I thought of Cyrus stroking his stunning broad cock. I felt my mouth fall open as the pleasure needs to escape somehow. I rub myself harder, faster, my inhibitions, my thoughts are gone consumed by the need and desire to be filled. I slip a finger inside of myself trying to fill the emptiness that craves him. Each thrust and his name escapes my lips, whispers, pleas, desire.

  It wasn’t enough.

  I needed more.

  I needed him.

  I needed Cyrus to fill me.

  Completely.

  Touched

  I tipped the bell boy and carried the trays in and sat them on the table by the couch. Hoping like hell she was asleep when I walked in the bedroom to grab my bag wrapped in a towel, and looked at the bed.

  Awe fuck Birdie, I thought as I heard her whimpers. Her face was flush and she held back sounds from escaping as she bit her plump lips. I wished that blanket would fall of the bed to reveal, what I was pretty sure was happening under them. The blankets moved and I knew she was closing her legs. Her body shuttered and her jaw dropped open and I heard my name fall from her lips.

  I felt my cock rising, hard and I knew right then and there I was gonna fuck up.

  “Birdie,” she opened her eyes looking confused, lost, wound, “You can’t do that to me.”

  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 tong
ue. 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.

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nbsp; 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…”