CHAPTER SIX
Thatcher
I woke up moaning in ecstasy. Carrie’s lips were wrapped around my cock, and she was taking me deep in her throat. “Fuck,” I gasped out. I was almost painfully hard.
She stared at me with her pretty brown eyes, and I saw the lust there. It made me even harder, and she hummed in pleasure as I stretched her mouth even more. She suckled and worked me just how she knew I liked it, and I could feel myself already getting ready to blow.
She popped off. “Not yet, baby,” she said, sitting up on her knees. She was naked and my eyes raked over her large, plump tits and tiny waist. I closed my eyes for one second, picturing her firm, plump ass as I took her from behind.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, still in a state between waking up and thinking I was dreaming.
She gave me a seductive smirk and bent down to start licking, kissing, and sucking the crown while I gripped the sheets and tried to stay in control of myself.
“How do you want me?”
I could barely think, much less talk. “Finish here, then I’ll fuck you hard after.”
“Mmm, that sounds so good,” she said while she jacked me with her hand. I was gasping with need.
“Please, Carrie.” I was desperate.
“Where’s the man who tells me what to do? You know, the one with the dirty mouth,” she said, cocking her eyebrow as she licked me from root to tip.
“Jesus.” I ran a hand through my hair, waking up fully. “Get my dick back in your mouth,” I demanded, my voice raspy with sleep and need.
She grinned and settled in to finish me, watching me the whole time. I couldn’t look away as she sucked me hard, making me yell out. I couldn’t take it anymore. I put my hands in her hair and took over.
She gagged and moaned in pleasure as I bumped the back of her throat. I moved her up and down my length faster, and she put up no resistance. She never did. She loved it when I was in control. And I loved it, too.
“Take all of me,” I grunted as I worked her furiously. She sucked harder and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, squeezing. The combination of everything was too much. My eyes rolled back, and I yelled, “Yes, that’s fucking it! I’m going to come, baby.”
I groaned loudly as I emptied my load in her hot, wet mouth. It felt like heaven. “Jesus, Carrie,” I gasped as I pulled back when I was finished. I watched her swallow everything I gave her. I rubbed my thumb along her jaw, watching her.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
It was a great way to start the day.
Then memories of Madison wanting to go down on me the other day suddenly assailed me, and I felt like the biggest asshole in the world. I’d been tempted. So fucking tempted.
I lurched out of bed, surprising the hell out of Carrie.
“Thatch? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I gasped as I ran to the restroom. I turned on the fan and locked the door before running over to get sick in the toilet. Afterwards I sat on the floor with my back against the wall. What the hell was I doing?
I couldn’t do this anymore. Something had to give. I wasn’t the type of guy who played two women at once or had affairs. I hated it.
I got in the shower, trying to calm myself down.
The truth was, I hadn’t physically cheated on Carrie.
I wasn’t planning to, either. I did my best to wash away the feelings of guilt and horror over what I’d almost done.
I kept reminding myself that almost cheating wasn’t the same thing as actual cheating.
I got the idea while I was in there to do something nice for Carrie. Would it make up for wanting another woman to go down on me? Hell, no. But at least it would feel good to do something together that would make her happy.
I came out of the bathroom all clean and fresh. She was sitting on the bed looking confused. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Just wanted to get ready for our day together.” I grinned at her. “Do you remember
how you wanted to go kayaking a couple of weeks ago, and I kept saying no?”
She nodded, looking hopeful.
“Let’s go. We can either rent a two-person kayak like we normally do, or I’ll finally let you teach me.”
She squealed and jumped off the bed to get ready. “This is going to be so fun!” she called
over her shoulder.
I couldn’t have felt more guilty over all the time I’d been spending with Mads. Carrie was so easy to please and so trusting. I was a true jackass.
But I didn’t seem to be able to stop myself from being with Mads.