Jack
I walkthrough the living room and notice there’s still a light on in the pool house. I didn’t leave that on, which means Everly is in there. The clock over my shoulder reads nine-thirty, and I’m trying to give myself a reason to bother her again. It’s too early to head to bed, so I can’t use that as an excuse. Maybe I can mention the need for some new equipment to be rented for this week's outdoor shoots.
Or I can stop trying to find excuses and just be in the same space as her. It’s what I want anyway. To see her, be around her. She has that kind of energy about her. This feeling does more than not sit right with me. It scares me. I’m not interested in being with a person who could have that kind of power over me. Maybe I just need to stop flirting with her and riling her up, because the last thing I should do with this woman is sleep with her. Even though those pouty lips are seared into my mind and the curve of her ass, goddamn, the way it dips so beautifully is like a fleshy snake-charmer for my cock.
I shake my head. That’s exactly what I don’t need to be doing. Fantasizing about the delectable boss and fucking the sense out of her. I’ll work on avoiding her. Maybe I just need to get laid. I should find a lonely snow bunny to fuck and fill the void. Steer clear of the locals. Everyone seems to be in everybody else's business here.
I’ve made up my mind on this. Everly Riggs is not going to get under my skin, and I will not be dipping any part of me into any part of her. Ugh, my dick kickstarts with the idea of dipping anywhere near her. Fucking traitor.
I flip the light switch off before I open the slider to the backyard and pull out my phone. As I make my way across the travertine patio surrounding the now covered in-ground pool, I send Kathryn a text about our plans tomorrow.
When I get closer, I can hear music playing rather loudly. I hit send, store my phone in my pocket, and tap my knuckles on the door. There’s no response, so I check the handle to find that it’s unlocked, which seems strange to me since all of my equipment is in here. I doubt Everly would have just left the place without locking up. At that thought, I don’t hesitate to push the door open and walk right in, but it takes my eyes a minute to adjust to the darkness of the space. The one light that’s on above Everly’s drafting table illuminates that small room, but there’s no Everly in sight.
Just as I’m thinking about her, The Weeknd is crooning to a girl that she’s earned it on the surrounding speakers, and then there’s a break in the music, and I hear it. A low, muffled moan. I jerk my head toward it. Towardher. Because when my eyes finally adjust to the room, that’s when I see her.
Everly lying on the couch, with one hand in her shirt, palming her breast and pulling the material down enough that I can see her fingers tugging at her dark pink nipple. Her other hand hovers over her very naked lower half. No pants, no underwear. Knees bent and butterflied open, granting my eyes total access to see her bare, glistening pussy on full display. Her whole body rolls slowly, as if she’s a living ocean wave.
My cock stood at full attention as soon as I heard the moan, and now I’m stuck in this spot, my body locked onto the siren’s every movement in front of me. Everything I just promised myself about staying away from this woman is now irrelevant, null and void. I couldn't leave even if I wanted to; my brain turned off my common sense the second I heard her. I can’t help but adjust my dick through my jeans for just an ounce of relief. Her silky hair is splayed carelessly above her, half draped over the arm of the couch. She moves her hand out of her shirt, trailing it down to her clit, and I can see her making small circles. In the other hand, she’s gripping something, moving it in and out of her pussy.
This is the hottest moment I’ve ever unknowingly walked into. It’s even more incredible that I’m watching the woman who I’ve been trying tonotthink about get herself off in the middle of my room.So fucking sexy.I lick my lips.I’ve watched plenty of women pleasure themselves. Hell, most of the time, I’m inside them, urging it on…butthis? This is better than any fantasy I could have demanded of her.
“Fuuckkkk,” she whimpers, and it’s obvious she’s moments away from coming. There’s no way I’m leaving. A decent man would have left by now, but I’m not decent, so why start now. I accept that about myself. It would be so easy to drop to my knees in front of her and thrust my tongue into her warmth, lap up the pleasure she’s been drawing out of herself, and find out if she tastes as delicious as she looks.
The wet sound coming from where she’s playing is making this live, filthy moment feel exceptionally deviant. I’m not even thinking anymore; all of the blood has left my head and is now throbbing in my pants. She gasps for a breath, and I watch as her orgasm starts to take over her body. I bite my lip at the sight of her trembling, which reminds me to breathe, and then she opens her eyes.
And she stares right at me.
Breathily, she says my name. “Jack…” With her gaze on mine, her body starts to twitch. She moans again, louder, her body so wound up and releasing so strongly, she can’t hold it back. Her hips rock toward me, her other hand thrusting harder into her cunt as her back bows off the couch and her mouth opens, silently screaming the crest of her release. I rub my aching cock through my jeans as she wrings out every last bit of pleasure she earned for herself, and it’s incredible.
I’m so fucking turned on that it doesn’t fully register for me that I’ve not only invaded an intimate moment, but that I stayed, and watched...and got caught.
I was seconds from demanding more from her, making her come again under my hands. All of my self-control was left at the door. That realization keeps my feet firmly planted, since if I move, I’m not sure what I might do. She saw me as her orgasm rang through her beautiful body, and she didn’t stop it. Instead, she called my name.I’m so fucked.
She keeps one hand between her legs and throws the other arm over her eyes. "I have no idea how to navigate this right now, Jack. I need you to leave and pretend you never saw it. Or, oh my God, or heard it."
Yea, no way is that going to be possible.
I pause for a minute. “I can't do that.”
She abruptly moves her arm, looks at me, and sits up, pulling her knees to her chest in an attempt to cover her naked lower half.
“I'm not sure I want to forget how fucking sexy that just was. Jesus, Everly.” I run my hand through my hair and shift. “I won't make you any more uncomfortable than you already are, so I'm going to walk out that door and go for a walk.”
She looks down, and it’s very clear she’s embarrassed. The last thing I want is this confident, strong woman to ever be embarrassed with me, because what that just was, was practically poetic.
“Don't think for one fucking minute that I'm going to be able to forget what you look like when you come. And I plan to see it again. You hear me, beautiful?"
She looks up at me, her eyebrows raised, surprised by what I’ve said. How can this woman for one second think I’m not using all of the good guy left in me to not rush that couch right now and fuck her senseless.
Instead, I plaster a smile on, give her one last look, and walk to the door. I’m going to need a long walk to cool off. I don’t wait for a response, but I hear her whisper, “Oh, I hear you,” as I shut the door behind me.