Instantly, Perdie’s brain shifted into high gear. “Yes, there’s a French place across the street. Let’s do the chocolate croissants, pan bagnat, banana and Nutella crepes, half a quiche au fromage... Oh. Or maybe a quiche lorraine. You know what? Dealer’s choice. I’m not picky. The croque madame. And some macarons too. And macaroons, the coconut thingies. You have to do both. Always do both. They aren’t the same thing, you know?”
“Uh-huh, uh-huh, and what should I order?” he deadpanned.
She tapped his chest, thinking. “Wait one second.” She ran upstairs to Lucille’s room and then scurried back down and pushed a shirt into Carter’s abdomen. “Here. Take this sweatshirt. You’ll get cold.”
“I don’t think a sweatshirt of yours will fit me.”
“Nah, it belonged to Lucille’s dad. He’s huge.”
“She sure has a lot of clothing artifacts.”
Perdie rolled her eyes. “Oh, Pretty Boy, you have no idea the kinds of artifacts Lucille collects.”
Carter pushed against the front door, the wood scraping hard against the slats of her porch. “Whoa...”
“What?”
“We might have to do some cooking after all.”
“What do you mean? Oh, ugh.” Perdie peeked around Carter, the cold air nipping at her naked thighs, hands, and face. She hadn’t seen anything like it in well over a decade. The entire parking lot was covered in snow. Not covered, buried. Charleston was not a city that prepared for snow. Everything, everything, would be shut down.
“We’re snowed in.” Her voice was a whisper. “First one room, one bed.” Perdie shoved her hands in her hair. “Now we’re snowed in.” She spun around. “Do you know what’s happening here? Do you understand the gravity of our situation?”
“It’s just snow. It’ll melt.”
“No. It’s not just snow. It’s happening. The gods are conspiring.” Her head dropped back as if she were conversing with the gods.
Carter’s eyebrows knitted together but he followed her gaze up to the blank white ceiling. “Oh, wow, you’re high.”
Her face grew solemn as she clasped either side of his face, the stubble of his jaw scratching her palms. “Yes. Very.” She nodded.
“All right, I’m sold. Hand it over.”
She procured the vape from the leg of her sock and plopped it into his palm. “Time to really have some fun, Pretty Boy.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Carter’s dick was shoved so far down Perdie’s throat it may as well have been a throat swab, and yet she dove for more, straining with alacrity to reach the root.
“Jesus, fuck...” Carter leaned against the front doorframe, chest bare, sweatshirt tossed over his left shoulder, borrowed sweatpants pulled around his thighs. Perdie knelt before him, her tongue and throat working in tandem, her nails digging into the backs of his hamstrings. She was determined to get him all the way down, but his enormous dick was proving a worthy adversary.
Ten minutes earlier, they’d been happily debating their breakfast options when the urge to suck Carter’s cock overwhelmed her. He was just standing there, running his hand over his hair, in that absent way of his, telling a story about how his mother used to make fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, when it occurred to her that if she wanted to reach out and squeeze his biceps, then run her hands up and down the ink decorating his arm, she could. In fact, he wanted her to. He’d made that clear. And there was no one here to stop her from doing it: no work colleagues, no bosses, no roommates. He was here. For her. To touch. If she wanted.
An unfamiliar primal urge to stake out a claim on him crept over her. Until the only thing she could think about was pulling the heft out of his pants and running her tongue up and down the shaft until it glistened like a lollipop. Phew. Her mouth watered.
She worried her lower lip between the cage of her teeth and tongue, until he stopped midsentence, the corners of his mouth twitched up. “What? What’s got you so distracted?”
His smile faltered a bit when, with lead for legs, she stepped close to him so they were mere inches apart, her hips tilted into his. Her hand tingled as she let it slide up his naked chest, then she pulled at the nape of his neck, bringing his mouth to hers in a slow kiss, her tongue sliding over his in a wet flick.
When she broke away he leaned in towards her to recapture her mouth, but she craned her head out of reach.
They froze in that position. A smile played on his lips. “What was that for?”
“I—” The heat in her cheeks rose, and her eyebrows knitted together as if she were coming to terms with the idea. “I want to give you a blowjob.”
He straightened and choked back a cough, running his hand down his mouth. “Is that right?”
She dropped to her knees in front of him, and his stomach muscles contracted. Her index finger hooked into the elastic at his waistband, pulling on the material enough to expose the bottom of his happy trail. She raised her gaze for permission. “Yes?”
His eyes went wide, almost as if he were in disbelief. “Like I would ever turn down an offer like that, Bad Girl.”
At first, when Perdie brought the crown to her lips, daubing it with her tongue, Carter was hesitant, tangling his hand in her hair, but touching her as if she were as delicate as a glass ornament.
But Perdie didn’t want gentle, and she certainly wasn’t delicate. After licking up and down the shaft, wetting it until it was slippery all over, she’d begun to stroke him aggressively, twisting both hands at the root of his erection while her mouth closed around him, her head working up and down the head and shaft.
Within minutes, Carter’s hips were thrusting brutally into her mouth, her throat humming, her jaw sore but still trying to take down more, eventually using her hands as leverage against his body to take in more of his length.
“God, who knew you could suck a cock like that...” he gritted through clenched teeth.
That possessive feeling overwhelmed her again. Mine. Her hand came to cup his balls, rolling them in her palm, and his head dropped back a hiss of air escaping him. “Not gonna last very long...” He groaned with a thrust. “Oh fuck, are you touching yourself?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded, mouth full, as she worked one hand beneath the elastic of her silky modal boy shorts.
“Ah, that’s so hot...yes...yes...” He was panting now, thrusts becoming more erratic by the second.
Her eyes closed and her moan vibrated around his dick as his fingers reached down to cup one of her breasts, letting his thumb flick the sensitized nipple. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed up and down, everything wet and hot and slippery.
“You want it? You want to swallow it down?”
