SUMMER SWAP // Chapter 14

Being closed alone with Carla in the small space of her cabin was intimidating. Though vivacious, Carla was short and petite—but her confidence took up a lot of space. She looked up at him—no shame, no worry, saying, “Good to see you, Byron.”

“Good to see you, too,” he said, suddenly aware now his testicles had climbed a little high. Things felt a little snug down there. That raging erection he’d had sitting in the cabin with his wife next to him and anticipating a man coming in to take his place and spend some time to get to know Cheyenne carnally had waned. That was fear of Carla. Thoughts of Cheyenne drifted away, and he was mesmerized looking into Carla’s big, expressive eyes. She said, “Come on in and take your coat off, pour a drink, and we’ll sit by the fire for a little while.”

“What fire?” he said as she left him in the foyer and walked the short space toward the bed. She turned and leaned on it.

“What fire, Byron? Good question. The fire in my belly. Come sit next to it.”

“Oh yeah. Did you want a drink?”

“That was a joke, Byron. Meant to make fun of the fact that there should be no formalities this evening. Get those shorts off. Let’s hop into bed.”

“Don’t you want to get to know me first?” he said, kicking off his flip-flops, putting his hands in his pockets, strolling to the center of the room, and leaning on the wall an arm’s distance from Carla.

“I know you, Byron. I know you, and I like you. That’s why you’re here. We can talk if you want. Seriously, tell me what you want.”

“I don’t know what I want,” he said, then sighed. He looked around the room, noted the black space of the windows abutting the bed. That was all water out there. Any boat passing by could look in the windows and maybe get a good view of what was transpiring here. But the windows were tinted, weren’t they? Surely this awful scene wouldn’t be visible to anyone unsuspecting. He crinkled some wrappers in his shorts pocket, tugged them out, and showed Carla. “Look at this,” he said. “Two condoms.”

“Wow, two. Pretty presumptuous.”

“What do you mean?”

“You only get one shot.”

“Oh.”

“I’m kidding. I would’ve figured you’d bring more.”

“I can’t believe I have two. Carla and I don’t use them.”

“Chey’s on the pill?”

“Of course. You?”

“Of course.”

“Cheyenne wants me to use condoms.”

“That’s a shame. But I don’t object. If you want to use them.”

“Not me.”

“If Cheyenne wants you to wear them, I think you should wear them.”

“And Cody has condoms?”

“Probably.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, what if he . . .?” He looked nervously toward the door.

“He has condoms, Byron. We’re not stupid.”

He rolled his eyes, getting jerked around by savvy Carla.

She smiled and patted the bed. “Come sit next to me.”

But he didn’t want to sit. Sitting and talking wasn’t going to make him less nervous. He said, “You stand up.”

Now she smirked and raised her eyebrows. “You going to tell me what to do?” She stood erect, shook her hair out, then brushed it back over her shoulders, stuck her chin out and looked up at him. “Tell me what to do.”

He came closer and tossed the two condoms up onto the bed behind her. His eyes moved from hers down to her chest. She’d worn a tank top and shorts. The tank top hugged her generous bosom. Her breasts were large and teardrop-shaped, and he couldn’t wait to see them again. Couldn’t wait to put his hands on them and explore them fully.

“You can touch them.”

“I know I can touch them,” he said. “That’s what I’m here for.” Putting on the confident act, though his heart was pounding.

“So go on and touch them.”

“Take that top off and show them to me.”

“Yes sir,” she said, peeled up her tank top and tossed it away. Her arms folded behind her back instantly, undid her bra, and shot that off toward the floor as well. She stood there with her big breasts on display, proud of them. He watched as her nipples slowly rose, the buds condensing before his eyes. Now his heart was really pounding. He got closer, and put his hands on them—not as timid as when she’d offered them up earlier today, laying on her back, wanting oil on them. He hefted them. When she wasn’t on her back, they had weight. He liked their soft weight in his hands. He mushed them together and thumbed her nipples. Her nipples got harder. She was smiling. This was so unlike any sex he’d had before. This was sex for sex’s sake. A real booty call. Something he’d never experienced. All his sex was tied up with emotion. Early on, it was after dates where he’d worried about the prospect. And then later, it was in long-lasting relationships. But this was just about bodies. About pleasure. No entanglement. No emotion.

He said, “I like it.”

She said, “There’s two of them. Did you like one more than the other?”

“Not them. Of course, I like them. I mean it. This. What we’re doing, Carla.”

“If you can get over the first hurdle, it can be pretty amazing. With the right partner.”

“Am I the right partner?”

“I told you I liked you. You wouldn’t be in my cabin if I was unsure.”

“And is Cody a good partner for Cheyenne?”

Carla smiled and cocked her head now. “That’s a great question, Byron. I love that you asked that. Cody wouldn’t be in there if I didn’t think he was good for Cheyenne. You can trust Cody. He really likes Cheyenne a lot. I mean, he’s going to take great care of her tonight.”

Now his cock jumped. The thrill was back.

He said, “What’s he going to do to her?”

“She’ll tell you. Come on and kiss me.”

With the throbbing erection returned, he felt very happy, slipping a hand up Carla’s naked chest, over her collar, and holding her slender neck. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. Kissed another woman. One who wasn’t his wife. But he was allowed. And it was wild. Carla’s lips weren’t like Cheyenne’s. They were soft like Cheyenne’s, and plump, but he could tell them distinctly apart from the woman he loved. “Your tongue,” he whispered.

Carla breathed against him, ran out her little tongue and he sucked it. Now he humped the bulge in his shorts against her stomach. He undid her shorts. She undid his shorts.

“Yeah,” he said. “This is good.”

“Let’s get naked,” she said, stepping aside, dropping her shorts, drawing her legs out, then shoving her panties down to her ankles as well. She helped him get his pants undone, pushing them down, and as soon as his cock bounced free, she put a grip on it and let him deal with getting the shorts off. “Sit up on the bed,” she told him.

He obliged. Fully naked now, putting his butt up on the edge of her bed. Carla shoved his knees wider, got in between them, and kissed his chest.

He cupped the back of her head while she bit and nibbled and kissed her way down his stomach, her hand snaked around his shaft.

She said, “So far, so good. I’m not getting blasted in the face.”

“It was the unexpected.”

“You going to last longer?” she asked, lowering between his legs and looking up at him.

“I will.”

“You sure? I’m going to suck it.”

“I want you to.”

“If you feel the urge, Byron, I want you to know: you can come in my mouth.”

“I can?”

“I don’t have many rules at all,” she said, smiled, and before he could quip in return, her head lowered and he felt the unreal, cool and damp mouth of another woman slide down his shaft. Her tongue worked the belly of his cock and she swallowed him deep, dropping lower, changing the angle, gliding down to his root. He fell back onto his elbows at the wild feeling of her tongue lapping at his balls, with his cock fully in her mouth. “Oh my God,” he gasped.

Carla stroked her head up and down, sucked, brought her hand in, thumb and first finger circling his base, her other hand putting that same ‘OK’ seal around his testicles, bunching them together so she gripped them in her fist.

The feeling was insane. And his eyes widened. The urge to come tickled his prostate. His legs went to steel, and he tried hard to focus on a spot on the ceiling, warning himself not to come.

Yes, it would feel good, but do not go off again so early.

But holy shit, did Carla know how to suck a cock.

She was a level of magnitude beyond anything he’d felt before with a girl’s mouth. Pro level. Porn star. The suction was unreal. The manipulation she did with her tongue was crazy. Swirling the pad of her thumb on the base of his cock, stroking with the movement of her mouth. Choking off his ball sack, pulsing her grip on his testicles.

“Okay,” he said. “Okay, take it easy.” She had him gasping.

Carla laughed with his cock in her mouth, pulled up fully, wiped at her mouth. “You are leaking. You were close already.”

“Let’s take it slow.”

“That was slow.”

He had nothing to say in return. He looked into her eyes, and he didn’t even think she was joking.

Carla bit her lower lip, still cleaning her mouth. His cock stood upright, shining with her saliva. She ran her nails down his thighs, then stood up. Now she turned, unzipped a bag on the dresser, pulled out a device that looked like a ring with a small battery attached to the bottom.

“What’s that?”

“Give me your dick.”

He thumbed it forward, and she slid the ring of the device down his shaft to the base. The small black compartment, the size of a battery, went down between his balls. She flicked a tiny switch on the side and it began to vibrate. “Whoah, hey, I thought we were going to take it easy.”

“Come if you want,” she said, leaned close, grabbed his neck and kissed his mouth.

He kissed her in return, then handled her breasts again. She whispered, “You ready to fuck?”