Page 29 of Debts and Desires
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I think you’ve been snoopin’ on my computer,” he chuckled. I found the sound oddly comforting and wished he’d laugh more.
“How else do you think I got the chicken recipe? You should lock your computer,” I teased, making him laugh again. I was enjoying this lighter side of him and wondered how long it would last. I hoped for a while.
“Noted.”
“I’m guessing that’s why you jumped at my offer?” I asked.
“Any sane, red-blooded man would’ve jumped at this. But yeah, that was part of it.”
“Thought so.” I took a small bite before speaking again. “Youwant a blowjob?” I asked. Carter was in the middle of drinking, almost choking at my words. When he calmed, I grinned. Seeing him all flustered helped my nerves. Plus, I was enjoying myself then. “If I gave you one now, you’d still be ready to go later tonight. At least, I assume?” He nodded. “Thought so. Well? Do you want one?”
“Yes.”
“Mac, out,” I said, snapping. He trotted off and a look of surprise came over Carter.
I pushed my chair out and crawled under the table until I was between his legs. He had moved his chair back some, giving me plenty of room. I tugged the waistband of his sweats down just enough that his erection sprang free. Before taking him into my mouth, I looked up through my lashes and smiled.
“You could have this for an entire day where you just snap your fingers and I suck your dick,” I said, looking at the swollen head before running my tongue over the slit, gathering the pre-cum there. “Even at dinner. Just like this,” I cooed. I sucked the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before bobbing my head up and down his length. He let out a long sigh, his hips bucking slightly as he ran his hands through my hair.
I looked up again, locking eyes with Carter as I continued to work him over with my mouth. His eyes were focused on me, and I could tell by the way he was gripping my hair that he was already close. I hummed softly, moving faster and sucking a little harder. I moved my hand to his balls, rolling them gently in my palm and tugging on them just enough.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Such a good girl. You take me so well,” he praised, and I melted. I had no idea why his praise got to me like it did, but it did. “You gonna swallow for me?” he asked, voice strained. I nodded. Carter didn’t say much most of the time, but when he did, I lit up like a Christmas tree. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he growled, tugging my hair tighter. Then his body went stiff and he let out a low growl as he came down my throat. His grip loosened some as I swallowed every drop. When he was finished, I pulled away, carefully tucking him back into hispants before crawling back to my seat. Once situated, I looked back at him.
“Consider that a thank you for getting my phone,” I smiled, taking a bite of food. He just stared at me, mouth still slightly open, eyes still in a lustful glaze.
“I’m takin’ next weekend off,” he rasped. I stifled a giggle at the dazed look he still had.
“Sounds great.” And for added measure, I winked.
After dinner, he cleaned up, still a little stunned. I asked him if he’d show me how to work both TVs so that I had at least something else to do. I also asked for his number, in case I needed anything.
I was in the middle of finishing up my load of clothes when I felt him behind me. His hands grabbed my hips as he pushed himself against my ass. I gasped as his right hand moved to my tit, squeezing it hard. He placed his mouth next to my ear.
“My room, ten minutes,” he gritted out. Then he was gone.
Breathless, I finished my clothes and took them upstairs. I took a quick body shower and headed to his room, where he was once again waiting on his bed.
Carter was a lot rougher, hitting all the right spots at speeds that made my eyes roll back. He smacked my ass and bit my shoulder, making me moan. Fuck, it was so hot.
That night, however, he finished on my back instead of pushing me down.
And I still didn’t get to come.
Are you freaking kidding me?!
13. BIG MAC
September 3
Day Seven
170 Hours to Go
When I got home for lunch, the house was silent. Granted, I was a little late getting there, about two instead of my normal noon. I had forgotten to set my alarm and had been working non-stop on Mrs. Williams’ van. With four kids, she needed her vehicle back as soon as possible, and I wanted to get it done for her.
My stomach growled, forcing me to slide out from under the van. When I saw the time, I cursed under my breath, quickly washed up, shut everything down for the hour I’d be gone, and headed home.
