SUMMER SWAP // Chapter 28

Cody flipped her over onto her back and loomed above her. His expression had gone to cold stone. He surveyed her now like he tried to comprehend her. A measure of displeasure pulled the features around his mouth downward. He didn’t approve. She’d only begun her wife-swapping free trial, and she’d already blown it. Broke some rule she didn’t know, but that should have been obvious to anyone with common sense. You were supposed to start out nice and easy and silly Cheyenne climbed the ladder thirty-three feet all the way to the Olympic diving board and went off headfirst.

Cody’s hand snaked over her shoulder and behind her head. He took a tight grip on a handful of hair and lifted her higher off the bedding. In a growl, he said, “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. And the way you looked at me got my cock so hard I knew there was no way I wouldn’t have you in bed tonight.”

At first she thought about objecting. She’d never looked at Cody that way, not before today, at least. And it was never something she thought to pursue, and she’d be horrified Cody thought she’d been sending him fuck signals, because she was a faithful wife—as crazy as that sounded, considering her current position. But then she realized the transformation Cody performed. The sneering judgment, the mean grasp on her hair, the icy stare and firm jaw. She held her breath a moment, then dared to speak.

She said, “What makes you think I was looking at you?”

“Come on,” he chuckled. “You eye-fucked me so hard I got mascara around the base of my cock.”

She fought the smirk, ended up munching her teeth down on the inside of a smile. There was intensity and a devious charm glowing in Cody’s aqua-blue eyes. In a hushed and rushed whisper: “I’m a— I’m a lonely young housewife, I’m a chaperone at a class trip and my kids are all in their rooms and, and”—the dirty thoughts were coming at her like speed limit signs if she had her car pegged at 150 miles an hour—“and I met you in the hotel bar.”

“Sitting by yourself,” Cody said.

“You don’t even know my name.”

Cody smiled. “I think I do, but I’ve got it wrong, and you don’t even correct me because you don’t care if I know your name. You love it how I don’t even know your name.”

The muscles of her jaw loosened and her mouth went slack. Cody’s eyes burned on her with lust and playful domination. Her pussy quivered. “Oh, fuck, Cody, oh, that’s so hot.”

Cody snarled. “Who the fuck’s Cody? That your boyfriend?”

She sneered. “I told you I was married, you dumb cowboy.”

Cody bit his lower lip and narrowed his gaze. There was a devilish glee in his bright blue eyes. “You got a smart mouth, lady.”

“You got yourself in my hotel room. You come to chit-chat, or you sly enough to figure out why you ended up here?”

“That wet between your legs tells me why I’m here. Good Lord, Susan, you’re slicker than a slip-and-slide—and, you want to mouth off at me like that, I’ll put you face down in a pillow and fuck your ass hound-dog style. How about that?”

A shiver of excitement she’d never felt before raced through her. This was astounding new sexual territory, and yet somehow she walked through it with confidence. Cody was a strong, completely masculine partner. And she knew his threats, though struck in jest, would be followed through on. If she mouthed off more, he’d flip her over and fuck her ass while she struggled and pretended to fight with him. A space opened below her stomach, a mighty sea monster’s yawn that could swallow whole all her fears and anxieties and simple hangups. “Just like a man,” she said, low and defiant, “full of threats.”

Cody sucked his teeth, then stepped back from the side of the bed. Their activity enlivened his body; his muscles were full and pumped with blood, the veins standing out in his arms like thick cords. As he stooped to snatch up his shorts, he said, “I knew you was trouble the moment I lay eyes on you in the bar. Beautiful woman all by herself, all alone without a man and sitting in that bar—I knew you was fishing. Fishing for a big old trout that might make you smile for an hour or two.” He produced a row of condoms in metallic foil. The big brand. The big brand he’d stretch on his big cock before he fucked her. Her toes clenched and released and clenched again. A kaleidoscope of phantom butterflies flittered in her tummy, and her thigh muscles flinched in erotic expectation. Cody broke off a condom packet, tore it open with a quick flick, moving in aggressive bursts like Susan’s sass mouth riled him and he was going to get back at her, show her who was the boss. His big hands worked the rubber onto the plump glans, then he shuffled it halfway down his cock. She scooted backward on the bed like she wanted distance between them, but Cody grabbed both her ankles and yanked her closer, bringing her butt right to the edge of the bed, her thighs open and on either side of his hips. Her pussy was bared and exposed to him, and he was obviously very ready to penetrate her. The sight of his engorged cock hitched her breath. Cody was a beautiful male specimen, and his cock suited him. Large and erect, with perfect skin and color and shape, a handsome sack below, not loose enough to sag, held up high like a ripe plum. The soles of her feet tucked against his thighs and stroked up to his hipbones. Her big toe tracing one of those muscular ridges that ran from hip to cock.

Cody gripped her ankles again, and now pushed her knees to her chest, exposing her pussy to penetration. She chewed her lips, watching him guide the head of his cock between her thighs. The moment he batted the meaty end of his cock against her swollen opening, she squeaked and her eyes rolled up in her head. A high and brittle shiver raced through her.

“Again,” she whispered.

Cody complied, batting his big cock against her pussy in heavy wet splats. She was flooded. The condom crinkled as he eased the head inside her. She drew a long inhale and looked down at the sight of a man not her husband putting his cock inside her. The sheer badness of what they were doing squeezed at her heart.

Cody let his cock go. It held in place with his glans inside her, and he took the back of her neck. The act of bending forward to do it pushed his cock an inch deeper into her. She whimpered.

Cody pulled her closer, their faces only six inches apart. His cock slid even deeper. He was hard and thick, and it felt like no other penetration before. Uncomfortable yet welcome, the tight stretch hurting and yet in a way that raced her heart and urged for more and more.

Cody said, “That sharp tongue a yours is because you need something. You need something deep and you need it hard. You’re like a wild mustang. You think I ain’t broke a mustang? You give me an hour and I’ll turn your legs to jelly, Susan.” He bit his lower lip and sneered as he stroked his cock deeper. Her mouth fell open and her breaths came in shallow gasps. “We’ll need two of the ladies from housekeeping to help you upright so you can check out in the morning and go back to your husband, who sure don’t reach those deep spots a woman needs tickled sometimes.”

With that, his grip on her neck tightened, and his sneer became a smile. His cock plunged deeper. The stretch felt like tearing, but in its wake a flood of blood-pumping pleasure pooled between her thighs. The pain washed away, and all that was left was the wonderful cotton wadding of lust and pleasure. Cody withdrew, plunged again.

“Oh God, you’re so big,” she gasped. “Oh, it’s good, it’s so good.”

“We’re just getting started,” he said. “We’re going to wear in your tight little glove, then I’m going to pound you into the floor until you come so many times you don’t even know what day it is.”

The excitement was almost too much to bear. His words were like perfect brushstrokes painting a clear sexual image. Cody was going to dominate her, animal fuck her. The words weren’t empty. She was with the most capable lover in her life. Even if just for a night, she knew Cody was going to deliver something she’d only heard about. Leg shaking, black out sex that lasted an hour.

* * *

Scarlet’s cheeks blushed brighter the further she got into this shameful story. Chey had recounted it close and side by side on the couch, using hushed tones and mouthing euphemisms for the dirtiest words.

But when she paused for too long, Scarlet sat straighter, gathered her shirt in a clutch at her neck and, with her other hand, played with a lock of her hair. She said, “Sometimes you just need that.”

Cheyenne nodded. It was true. The desire she’d felt for that kind of rough, submissive sex to a masculine force had consumed her. She brushed her own hair back from her face and took a few deep breaths. Already, some of the burden she’d shouldered lightened by telling Scarlet what happened. She couldn’t tell Scarlet everything, though, could she? It had gone so well to now, but she couldn’t say the worst—not even to her sorority sister.

Scarlet cleared her throat and said, “That was some dirty talk.”

Cheyenne raised her eyebrows. “It came out of nowhere, Scarlet.”

“Cowboy, huh? That’s how you saw him?”

She shrugged. “It just felt right.”

“I can see it, Cody being a cowboy. So, uh, what happened? You guys had sex?”

“Oh yeah,” Cheyenne said. “We had sex. Or, Cody had sex with me.”

“You guys went for hours.”

“He did what he said he would do. Scarlet, I swear, he had me, like, out of my mind—no, out of my body. Like an out-of-body experience, you know? Like I was up in the corner of the room watching him throw me around like a rag doll and do all these crazy things to me.”

“Jesus, Chey,” Scarlet sighed.

“What?”

Scarlet scoffed, then chuckled. She tossed her head around a little, like she was trying to figure out how to say what she wanted to say. “That’s a— It’s a pretty hot story.” Now she looked over and their eyes met. Chey scrunched her face up in a guilty grimace.

Chey said, “It’s crazy, right? I’m crazy?”

“It’s pretty crazy, but what am I going to say? You guys did this together, you and Byron. If this is something that floats your boats, or your collective marital boat, I should say, then go for it. If you cheated on Byron, I’d have something to say, but”—she shrugged and chuckled again—“Byron’s in on it.”

“We did it together,” she said, but now a gloomy grayness cowled around her. There was a lot more to the story and maybe Scarlet wouldn’t be so supportive if she dared to tell her friend the truth.

Scarlet fidgeted, leaned close again, eyes shifting from side to side as she contemplated a question. She said, “I want to ask something, but I don’t know how to say it.”

Chey said, “What is it?” Worried somehow that Scarlet knew more than she was letting on, that Sully knew a lot more about what she’d done from his time out in the hall. Maybe that sneak had poked his head in their room.

“Like . . . how many times . . .?”

“We had sex?”

Scarlet shook her head.

“Cody used, I don’t remember, maybe five condoms.”

Scarlet scrunched her nose. “Really? He—you know—five times?”

Plus one time without a condom, but Chey just nodded.

“What I wanted to ask was about you? How many times did you . . .?”

“Oh. Yeah. Okay.” She shook her head and looked out at the blue sky. “So many, Scarlet. So many.”

Scarlet’s jaw muscles flexed as she stared anxiously. “Well, you going to tell me?”