Chapter 8
Carter
When I feel the warm suction of Scout’s mouth sliding down my cock, I think I’m dreaming. I’ve woken up to dreams similar to this one the last few mornings, and it’s not until I blink my eyes open that I realize it’s not a dream.
Well, it’s a dream come true is what it is.
Scout blinks her pretty eyes up at me, her bee-stung lips wrapped tight around my length, and it takes everything in me not to bust down her throat in an instant.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I grunt. “Did you wake up horny?”
“Uh-huh,” she purrs, her tongue licking up the underside of my cock.
“Come here and let me lick that pretty pussy.”
She shakes her head.
“Scout,” I moan as she takes me deeper, all the way to the back of her throat.
Her mouth works up and down my length, her tongue swirling the tip before licking back down. She wraps her hand around the base and works in time with her mouth to drive me crazy.
I devour the sight of Scout on top of me, taking in her curves, the swell of her ass, and the way her eyes heat and flash at me. Everything about her drives me wild. My cock swells against her tongue, and Scout sucks me harder, her hand moving faster up and down my dick.
“Fuck, Scout!” I shout as she hums around my dick.
The vibrations and the hot pressure from her mouth are too much. I tug on the soft strands of her hair, trying to pull her back before I empty down her throat.
“Scout, baby,” I say urgently. “I’m going to come.”
She moans, sucking on my cock harder, more insistently. I grit my teeth, trying to hold back, but it’s no use. My fingers tangle in her long hair, and I groan her name as I come.
“Scout!”
She swallows around me, drinking down my cum. My stomach flexes with the force of my orgasm, and I suck in a deep breath as my release subsides.
“Fuck,” I pant.
Scout giggles, grinning up at me like a little minx.
“Come here,” I growl, lunging for her.
I catch her under her arms and drag her up my body, rolling her beneath me to kiss her passionately.
“Did you make a mess for me to clean up?” I ask her huskily.
I cup her tits, licking each stiff nipple before I kiss my way down her body. I settle between her thighs and growl when I see how wet she is for me. Her pussy is glistening with her desire, and my mouth waters at the sight.
Scout pants as she stares down at me, and we lock eyes as I lean forward and lick a path up her center. My tongue jiggles her clit, and her thighs snap shut around my head.
“Oh!” she cries out, her back arching off the mattress as I suck her clit into my mouth.
Her sweet, honeyed taste flows over my tongue as I drink down her juices. My tongue licks back down to her snug opening, and I push inside, then lick back up to her clit, using her juices to ease my path.
“Carter,” she gasps as I suck her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the slick pearl.
Her hips rock against my mouth, moving in time with every stroke of my tongue. I can tell she’s close by the way her whole body tenses and pulls taut like a bowstring. Her breaths come in short pants, little moans and gasps escaping from her lips.
“There!” she shouts as I press one thick finger into her pussy. “Oh, right there!”
My tongue teases her clit as I slowly thrust my finger in and out of her slick channel.
“Carter, Carter!” she cries out as she comes all over my face.
I lick up her release, moaning at the taste of her. Her body sags as she comes down from her high, and I smirk, kissing my way back up her body.
My cock lines up with her snug hole, and Scout wraps her arms around my neck as I press inside her. Her ankles hook behind my back, and she rocks into me, taking inch after inch of my cock into her soft heat.
“So fucking hot,” I groan as I bottom out inside her.
“Carter!” she cries out.
I kiss her neck, nuzzling her there as I give her a minute to adjust to the stretch. “Are you sore? I should have asked earlier.”
“No, I’m fine. I need you. Please, Carter. Move.”
I take a deep breath and do just that. The two of us pick up an easy rhythm, rocking, grinding, moving against each other. My cock rubs against her clit with each stroke, and I grit my teeth as her cunt tightens around me like a noose.
I slam into her over and over again, needing her to come again before I reach my peak. I rut into her like a beast, my pace brutal as I push us closer and closer to our orgasms.
Scout’s nails bite into my shoulders, her legs cinching tighter around my waist. I kiss her, trying to pour all my emotions, all my love, into the embrace. I want to tell her then, at that moment, but before I can get the words out, Scout screams my name as she comes.
“Carter! Oh!”
“Fuck. Baby,” I choke out as I follow her over the edge.
I kiss her as we both come, slipping my tongue into her mouth. My arms shake, and I roll us onto our sides before I collapse on top of her and crush her.
We’re both breathing hard. I smile, pressing kisses to her lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, and eyes. Scout giggles, snuggling into my chest as I wrap my arms around her.
“Morning,” I whisper.
She laughs. “Good morning.”
I run my hands up and down her back. “What did you want to do today?”
She hums as she thinks. “Is it still raining?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Maybe we could go for that hike?”
“Whatever you want, Scout.”
I kiss her again because I can’t seem to keep my hands or mouth off my girl. Luckily for me, she doesn’t seem to mind.
Her stomach growls, and I grin as I pull back.
“I’ll go make us some breakfast,” I say, pulling out of her gently.
“I can help,” she offers, sitting up in bed.
“No,” I stop her.
She laughs. “I can cook, you know.”
I smile wider. “I know. You can cook for us later, okay? Stay right there. I’ll go make us breakfast.”
Scout grins, fluffing up her pillow before she lies back down.
I smile, memorizing how happy and perfect she looks in this moment before I tug on sweatpants and go downstairs to get started on our food.
I open the fridge and pull out eggs and bacon. I’m grabbing a frying pan when I look out the window and see Scout’s car in the garage. Guilt slams into me, and I pause making breakfast to grab my phone.
Hudson answers on the second ring. “Hey.”
I take a deep breath. “Hey, are you busy?”
I need to talk to my best friend about all this.
A part of me tells me I’m making a mistake, but the bigger part of me is too worried about losing Scout to listen.
I need Hudson to talk some sense into me…
or quiet that nagging voice telling me to be honest with Scout and admit that I’m in love with her and can’t stand to lose her.