SUMMER SWAP // CHAPTER 26

Maybe it was too much. Scarlet’s eyes were wide and shining in the morning sun and a clear spread of rosy blossoms had colored her cheeks. The story was too much for Scarlet to take.

Scarlett stepped away from the railing and moved into the lounge, steadying herself with a hand on the back of the black rattan sofa. “I just need to sit down,” Scarlett said.

Chey watched her friend—her confident sorority sister and best long-time confidant—sit down carefully on the sofa with her back to her. Scarlet looked shaky. The blushed cheeks, the wowed expression. It seemed like the retelling of what happened aroused Scarlett. Chey leaned her elbows on the railing and looked out at the choppy blue water. Her cheeks felt hot, and she rested a hand on her forehead. Was the story too much for Scarlett to hear? Was that how bad it was? Better not be, because it was only the beginning.

From behind her: “Chey?”

Cheyenne turned to face the lounge. Scarlett hooked an arm on the back of the couch, waving for Chey to join her. “Come on. You have to tell me more.”

“Are you okay?”

Scarlett looked worn out and didn’t try to hide it. She ran her hair away from her face for a moment, then nodded. “I’m fine. It’s just a lot to hear all at once.”

“Well, what am I supposed to tell you now? Do you want to hear the truth?”

“Hey, come on. Don’t be like that.” Scarlet finger-waved again, encouraging Cheyenne. “Sit down and tell me the truth. Okay? Would you do that?”

“You’re supposed to make me feel better,” Cheyenne said, crossing her arms but padding over to join her friend.

When she moved to the sofa that sat kitty corner, Scarlett took her wrist and pulled her to the couch where she sat. “Don’t be like that. I’m sorry. Your story got me—”

“I get it,” Cheyenne muttered, letting her friend off the hook in admitting how her story of stripping Cody naked and giving him a blow job got her hot.

“Unfold your arms,” Scarlett said, reaching and taking both her wrists and pushing her hands down to her lap. “I needed to sit down because your story got me lightheaded. Okay? Are you happy now?”

“I know. Is it too wild? What I did, I mean, not the retelling.”

“What’s done is done, Chey. Nothing’s going to change it. You’re going to have to be okay with it. And hey,” she said, squeezing Cheyenne’s knee, “there’s nothing for you to fear. Nothing for you to be ashamed about or anything like that at all. Not from me, I swear.”

Cheyenne nodded, chewing her cheek and looking at Scarlett’s hand on her knee. A long moment passed and then Scarlett said, “I still don’t know how you convinced Byron.”

“Carla convinced Byron.”

Scarlett patted Cheyenne’s knee and then she scooted closer so they were almost touching. She said, “That’s what I figured. Did Byron ask you first?”

“He suggested it. He suggested it, and somehow I knew exactly where he was going with it.” She shook her head. “Instead of being mad that he wanted to sleep with Carla, Cody had me so worked up all I could think about was myself.”

“Did you talk to Byron about what he did?”

“With Carla? Yeah,” she said. “We talked a bit last night and more this morning. It makes me sick to think of it. But then: What about me? I know what I did.”

“And you told Byron?”

She nodded, saying nothing.

“You and Byron are still good?”

“Yes,” she said. “Actually, great. Maybe jealousy works for me. I want to clip a leash to Byron’s collar and not let him get over four feet away from me.”

“Now that’s love,” Scarlett said and laughed.

Chey scowled at Scarlet as long as she could and then smiled. “I hate that it couldn’t be just about me. I’m a selfish bitch.”

“I wouldn’t let Sully anywhere near Carla’s bedroom.” And then, as if Scarlett realized what that insinuated, she corrected herself. “Not that it’s bad that you did. I just mean . . .”

Cheyenne said, “I think Byron kinda flopped.”

Scarlett loved it, eyes widening and jutting her chin forward. “Serious?”

“I think so.”

“That would be amazing if he couldn’t get it up.”

Cheyenne scowled again. “Don’t say that.”

“I just mean it would work out for you, my selfish little bitch.” She patted Chey’s cheek.

“No, Byron got it up, unfortunately.” Then she made a sickly face. “I just think Carla intimidated him.”

“Then what’s to worry?”

She shrugged.

“Now, would you please tell me the rest.”

“Do you really want to hear?”

“I do,” Scarlett said and fanned herself theatrically. “I’m sitting down now.”

Chey looked around—over her shoulder, and back toward the doorway where anyone joining them would come out. She got close and said, “I was going down on him. But I mean, like, really going for it, you know? Like I never have before. I don’t even know why. It was like my insides were on fire. And his dick, Scarlett, when he’s hard, it’s like”—she held her two hands apart the approximate distance of Cody’s measurement—“I was using two hands and everything.”

Scarlett made an uncomfortable expression, not showing that she didn’t like the story—or the intimate details of their friend’s husband’s most private anatomy—it was that hearing the details sparked something inside her. It could be the same spark that Cheyenne had out in the water. The ignition of her crazy, combustible night.

* * *

Cody’s hips began to buck as she sucked him. Two hands swirled, her head bobbed, her tongue lathed; sometimes she would tug on his balls. The bucks became jolts, and Cody’s cock twitched in her mouth. Her tongue and pallet flooded with another slick stream of his pre-come. She bobbed faster, swirled her hands quicker—but Cody leaned forward, urgency in his voice, saying, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Chey, stop, stop, stop.”

Cody guided her face upward with his hands on her jawline, dipping his hips back to pull his penis out of her mouth. He bit on his lower lip and said, “You’re going to make me come.”

She bid on her lower lip as well, and said, “I want you to come. I really want you to.”

“Not so fast. I did not know you could suck a cock like that.”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Really?”

“Holy shit, Chey. You almost made me come in only three minutes.”

“Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do?”

“I want to save the first one up. Make it last. You know what I’m saying?” He stroked her cheekbones with his thumbs. “I mean, I haven’t even seen you naked yet.”

“You saw me naked all day,” she said, smirking.

“Not like this, though. Not with no one watching. Just you and me in a nice warm room, table lamp low. I want to put my hands on you. I want to put my hands all over you,” he said, rising, hands lowering to her shoulders and under her arms to lift her up and helping her to sit on the bed.

Cody leaned close, his face coming near hers, and her heart jumped, knowing what he intended. She dipped her face back. “No kissing.”

He closed his eyes, but nodded. “I guess we didn’t go over any rules. I came in here more eager than I thought.”

“We should have rules, I guess. Condoms. You brought condoms?”

“I brought condoms, Chey.”

She said, “I feel weird kissing.”

“That’s all right. Whatever you want to do or don’t want to do, Chey. No pressure. We’re just going to have fun—whatever way you want it.”

She thought about it, running her canine tooth over her lower lip, reaching out and absently milking his inflated member. “I think that’s all my rules,” she said. “Maybe we can even kiss a little.”

“If you don’t want to, Chey, it’s cool.”

“Kissing is okay, just not on the lips. Mm, I guess that’s obvious,” she said, and squeezed his erection. She just had her mouth and tongue all up and down and over the thing in her hand.

Cody said, “How do you feel about taking your clothes off?”

“I could do that,” she said, let his penis go to dangle and swing again, the thing not sticking upright, but aiming down and outward. With her eyes on Cody’s, she lifted her short t-shirt. No bra underneath, she revealed her bare breasts to him. He’d seen them and touched them already, but he was right: things were different now, the two of them alone in this space.

When his hands rested on her shoulders, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the touch of his skin against hers. His hands slid down, and she arched her back to present herself to him. Cody palmed her breasts; his thumbs caressed her nipples until they ached. He lay her on her back, looming over top of her, naked and erect and looking so gorgeous. The light played on his muscle in bright sweeps. He smoothed over her tummy, getting her writhing like a horny insect on the bed, shimmying her hips and loving the feel of the tight cotton shorts she wore squeezing between her legs and putting delicious pressure against her pussy.

Cody’s fingers worked open the button of her shorts, then drew down the zipper. Patience had run out and the butterflies in her stomach thrashed. She thumbed down the shorts, wiggled her butt out of them, wanting to be completely naked with Cody and having fun. Cody read it from her and helped her shorts down to her knees. With the shorts squeezed at her knees, he guided her to turn over on her stomach. She laughed and complied, bending her knees so he could swipe her shorts right off and fling them away. His hand slapped on her bottom and she yelped. The sting of his hand tightened her core and alerted her to the wetness Cody had provoked. She sucked her lips into her mouth and tossed a look over her shoulder at him. “What are you going to do to me?”

He smiled and spanked her again, her legs jolting, her taut flesh shaking. She stuck a knee out so she could flip over and face him, but Cody jammed a hand behind her knee and pinned her in place with her legs parted.

The warmth of his mouth pressed into one of her cheeks, his teeth clenching her flesh, biting but producing no pain, only suckling as if her ass was a peach. Then he kissed his way to the center and as he got closer, her hands clenched bedsheets in absent, shaking claws.

“Oh my gosh,” she sighed as Cody’s tongue slipped between her cheeks, the tip teasing wet lines up and down the base of her sheath, nudging the taut stretch of space between her pussy and her back hole. The pleasure rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and a groan slipped from her throat. Cody conjured such base and forbidden pleasure. If Byron ever tried this with her, she’d tell him to knock it off and ask him if something was wrong with him. But hot-as-fuck Cody was built to do awful things to her. To fuck her and dominate her and pound that beautiful cock into her over and over.

His tongue caressed her sex-flesh, the tip pushed into her canal and teased her clit. He mouthed her vulva and ran a wet swipe all the way to her anus. It got her legs kicking and her toes curling.

“Oh,” she gasped. “I know what I want, Cody.”

Cody got his knees on the bed between her open thighs and his large hands grasped one cheek each. He kneaded her bottom and spread her open, the cooler air of the room chilling all the wet places between her thighs he’d pleasured with his tongue. “Tell me,” he said in a low and sexy voice.

She tossed another look over her shoulder. “I want you to do anything you want to me. Treat me like a sex toy. Treat me like I’m nothing but a dirty fuck.”