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“Don’t thank me. It was worth it. And part of it is as an apology for while you were sleepin’. I shouldn’t’ve done that.”
“I didn’t mind,” I said. “I… I actually really enjoyed it.” He was going to think I was crazy. When he said nothing, I looked up. His mouth was slack jawed and his cheeks were red. Carter wasblushing. I had to look away and smile. I cleared my throat.
“Why didn’t you go to work today?” I asked.
“Tired,” he answered. “Nice to take a Saturday off. And someone had me up all night.” He smirked. I was becoming addicted to the playful side of Carter.
“You can’t blame me. I was doing just fine until you barged in. Could’ve left it alone and we all would’ve slept just fine.”
“I wasn’t sleepin’,” he admitted.
“You weren’t?”
“No. I was tryin’ to be nice to you and give you a break. But I’m glad it didn’t work that way. I regret not tastin’ you sooner.” I had to look away from the intense stare he was giving. He only wanted me for my pussy, not because of anything else. That was okay, though. I came to terms with it quick, realizing it meant I could offer myself up and gain hours. And I was determined to work those hours off and get the fuck out of there. I wondered if I could bring up the job thing again now that we were on slightly better terms. I had an idea pop in my head that made me smile.
“How do you feel about making the rest of today free-use since you’re off?” I asked. His pupils dilated and his mouth parted again.
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely.”
“When do you want to start?”
“Right now. Get over here and suck me while I finish my breakfast.”
16. UNCHARTED WATERS… DAYS?
September 11
Day Fifteen
160 Hours to Go
Yesterday hadn’t been all that hard… minus Carter’s dick. After I sucked him off while he ate breakfast, he told me to change into my robe and wear it for the rest of the day. Then he fucked me every which way as soon as he was able to. I’d be doing dishes, laundry, or any other mundane task, and he’d bend me over while I continued. I really enjoyed it, especially later that night when he’d made me come over and over like the night before as a reward. He told me if I ever wanted it again, to put nothing but my robe on or just be naked. And when I was ready for it to end, put regular clothes back on.
When I woke up, Carter was already gone and Mac was in his usual place at the foot of the bed. After gaining a total of twelve hours back—plus my five regular ones and the three for the morning sex and his apology—I was exhausted, which made me smile. My mind raced at doing it again, and I wasn’t all that worried about the hours I’d gain back. I would do it again because Iwantedit. And that made me feel like a massive slut.
Oh, well.
I had only been awake for maybe an hour, sipping coffee on the couch as I scrolled through social media. That little voice was back, telling me how I’d failed, how I wasn’t as far as my peers. I sat my phone down and looked at Mac, who was sleeping at my feet.
“I wish I could be as unbothered as you,” I said, reaching forward and patting his head. He cracked an eye open, huffed, and went back to sleep. “Sassy little thing,” I chuckled, settling back in my spot. I sat there, debating what I wanted to do for the day. I knew I needed to have lunch ready by noon. It was only eleven and I still had a little time. I also wanted to make a chart to keep track of all these hours instead of the little note I kept on my phone. I wondered if Carter would be open to talking about jobs again, because I was so bored it wasn’t funny.
Mac lifted his head and a few moments later I heard an engine and the crunch of the gravel as it moved closer. There was a door shutting, footsteps, and then the front door swung open.
“Mac, out,” Carter snapped as he rounded the couch. For once, Mac didn’t hesitate. I was moved from being on my side to my back against the couch. Carter dropped to his knees. My pajama shorts and underwear came off with a fluid motion. He wasted no time placing his mouth between my legs. I tilted my head back with a long moan as he worked me, my hands grabbing the top of his head. He was fast, licking, and sucking, hitting every right spot until I was sent over the edge. I had no time to calm or catch my breath. He tossed me to the left, my chest landing on the armrest, my ass out on display. I heard the clink of his belt and his zipper coming down. And then he was behind me, pushing in with a loud groan.
Carter moved at an unforgiving pace, jostling my body with every thrust. I held on to the couch for dear life, unintelligible things coming out of my mouth. His hand found my clit, working me until I was screaming his name again. But he didn’t stop. It was as if now that he’d made me come, he decided that’s all he’d do. One right after the other.
Finally, the switch happened. His calculated movements became erratic and desperate. I was moved again, on my knees, in front of him. I looked up through my lashes as he looked down at me with hunger. Like I was the only one that could ever satiate him.
“Open your mouth,” he ground out, his voice wanton and needing. I did as he asked and warm ropes of cum landed on my tongue. I waited until he was finished before looking him in the eye and swallowing every drop. “Fuck,” he grunted, watching me. Then he tucked himself back in his pants, righting them, and cleared his throat. “You hungry?” he asked, as if nothing had just happened.
Still a little dazed, I answered, “Y-yeah. A little.” He gave a nod and headed into the kitchen, leaving me on the floor. I slowly got up and put on my pants before following.
“I can make it,” I offered. But Carter shook his head.
“I’ve got it. You can still take the hour off for it. And obviouslythat.” He nodded into the living room.
“Okay.” I wasn’t going to argue about a free hour. Hell, if he kept being nice like this, I’d be out of here in no time. “I’m going to try to make a chart today,” I said, sitting down in my spot at the table. “To keep track of it all.” He nodded, but said nothing as he pulled the loaf of bread out of the bread box and continued making lunch.
