Page 79 of Feverburn

The man said something else, causing Carson to sigh. “Sure, I’ll wait.” He held the phone away from his mouth, looking at me, “Did you still want to come over tonight? I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yes, but I don’t like the sound of that. Everything ok?”

“I think we shouldn’t keep us a secret. I did that with Whitney, and it blew up in my face.”

“I want to wait until after the blessing. Give it some time. You don’t have anything to lose. I do.”

He squeezed my hips, “You’re wrong. I have you to lose. That’s everything to me.” He stared at me in pained silence, adding, “Keeping this a secret still feels like a curse. Something to be ashamed of. I don’t like that.”

“I need more time,” I whispered.

His hand drifted to my wrist, shifting my beaded bracelets around in worry. The phone cracked when the man returned. Carson rolled his eyes, “Are you looking at this invoice? I have it right in front of me.” He paused. “Yeah, go ask her.”

He was so stressed. And I couldn’t give him what he asked for, but I could give him the second-best option. Was I playing with fire? Sure. But I wanted to bring him some semblance of happiness.

I shut the door and returned to stand between his legs. Everything about Carson drew me in. His scent, energy, and possessive little touches signaled that I was right where I was supposed to be. He was the man for me. Even the way he tasted was nice.

If I’m being honest, I never really enjoyed blow jobs before Carson. Sure, I’d do it, but it made me feel vulnerable. I’d fear they’d go all porno on me and shove their dick further back to make me gag or pull my hair. But with Carson, it was different. I craved his musky taste and the way his jaw slacked, looking down at me. How his big hands swept over my shoulders and neck, gathering my hair softly, and how his thumb would stroke my jaw. Just fully in the moment together, both of us vulnerable with the baring nature of lust.

Thinking about it, I wanted more. I took my hair out of my clip, tussling the curls. From there, I yanked the spaghetti straps of my light blue sundress, freeing my boobs before crawling onto his lap.

His hazel eyes shot wide in realization before he buried his face between my breasts with an appreciative groan. I arched my back, feeding him my softness while I circled my hips, getting him hard.

“Oh, baby,” he muttered, lifting the phone from his face. I put it back to his ear, kissing his stubble, trailing to his other ear with tempting licks and nibbles.

His eyes darkened as I slid down his body and got to my knees, undoing his pants. His cock jutted up to his belly button, hard and waiting.

“Give me like two minutes, and then you’ll have my full atten—” The air left his lungs as he stared down at me, hissing, “Fuck.”

“Relax,” I murmured, dragging my bottom lip across the swollen head.

“Mm, yeah, wrap your lips around it,” he commanded, making me shudder before a moan opened my mouth as I ushered his cock inside my soft trap. “Good girl,” he muttered in awe.

The phone crackled, causing Carson to roll his head back. “Yeah, Stewart. Still here.” He cleared his throat.

I took in more of his length, batting it from cheek to cheek. Carson lifted the phone like he was about to hang up. I popped off, licking my lips, to whisper, “If you stop talking, I'll stop sucking.”

He gave me a pleading look, relaxing as I continued working his cock. Stroking it while I licked his nuts, sweeping the sensitive spot right where his head met the shaft only to plunge back on it with a loud slurp.

I pumped and sucked from there, enjoying how Carson could only grunt affirmative noises on the call. When he came, he let out a hiss through clenched teeth, which hopefully passed as frustration to the guy on the phone.

A long pause filled both sides of the call before Carson sucked in a breath. “Considering it’s thirty thousand dollars worth of shit missing, I need you to figure it out. Let me know the plan by the end of the day.”

He smashed the phone on the receiver and swiped cum off my lips with his thumb while holding my jaw. “One of these days, I’m going to fuck you senseless at work and see how you like it. Cabin. Tonight.”

I got off my knees, patting his shoulder as I walked away victorious, earning a slap on my ass as he grumbled something in Greek.

Later that afternoon, I parked in his garage and found him setting a stain on a bat in his woodshop, still on a call for work. I kissed him quickly and nodded towards the hammock, indicating I was waiting for him.

I swung on the hammock, drifting in and out of sleep with a book on my chest. A loud crack ripped me out of my nap. Across the property, Carson was chopping wood. He was far enough away that I could see he was wearing earbuds, probably listening to the new playlist I sent him, but far enough away that he couldn’t see me watching in the shadows of the trees.

His light gray tank top, darker with sweat between his pecs, clung to his chest. With the high summer sun casting directly on him, his tan skin glowed to perfection, showing every drip of sweat, every vein threading down his arms. The bill from his baseball hat shrouded his face, leaving only his stubbled jaw jutting out from the shadows, gritting with each swing of his axe.

I sank further into the net hammock, wholly entranced. He placed another chunk of wood on the round base log and raised his axe before brutally hacking it. I flinched but couldn’t rip my gaze. He lifted his tank to wipe the sweat from his face. Turning away, he gave me a perfect view of his cute butt filling out his tan Carhartt pants. He removed his tank, returning to face in my general direction, running his hand through his damp hair before putting his hat back on with a determined scowl.

With his chiseled chest on full display, I stared as he raised his axe again, his abs constricting before he drove it down, splitting the wood with a loud crack. I couldn’t fight my hand as it traveled lower on my body, under my sundress, while I watched him continue his pattern. His mannish grunts and motions lit up my mind with desire. My fingers moved, separating my pussy and bringing the wetness to my clit, before I encircled it.

Carson’s biceps moved with every grab, chop, and toss. I flopped the book on the ground so I could dip my other hand in my dress to rub my tender nipple. My legs fell open, and my swirls got more frantic as I worked my clit, my core aching for relief as he went on, completely unaware of what I was doing in the shadows.

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