Chapter 9: First Night

I put the phone face down on the counter.

"Not tonight," I said. "Tomorrow, at his shop, in daylight, with my sister in the car."

"Good," Carrie said. "Because tonight you're busy."

She took my hand and led me down the hall.

Rachel's guest room had a double bed, a lamp with a yellow shade and a bad painting of a lighthouse.

Carrie shut the door with her heel.

She pulled her flannel shirt off over her head and dropped it on the floor.

Under it she wore a plain gray tee, and she stripped that off too.

Her bra was black, and her skin was freckled down to her collarbones.

I couldn't stop looking.

"You're staring," she said.

"You told me to look at you."

"I did." She reached behind her and unhooked the bra. "Look."

It fell.

Her breasts were small and round and pink at the tips, and they rose when she breathed in.

I put my mouth on the first one.

She gasped and pushed her hands into my hair.

I sucked the nipple, slowly, and then harder, and felt it tighten against my tongue.

"Caleb."

"Yeah."

"Bed. Now."

She shoved me back onto the quilt and climbed over me.

She unbuttoned my jeans and dragged them off with my boxers in one pull.

My cock sprang up, hard and already leaking.

She looked at it and bit her lip.

"Well," she said. "Hello."

She wrapped her hand around me and stroked me once, slow, from the base to the head.

I groaned and my hips lifted off the bed.

"You like that?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Say it again."

"Fuck, Carrie. Yes."

She bent and took the head of my cock into her mouth.

Her tongue was hot and wet and moved in a slow circle, and I grabbed the quilt in both fists.

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