A crunching sound drew our attention to the gravel driveway. A car emblazoned with the logo of the pizza restaurant parked alongside the guest house.
"Dinner's here," I said, and Ollie and I headed for the guest house.
I tried to grab a few slices of pizza and duck out to go eat in my own home, but Val insisted I sit beside him throughout dinner. He didn't touch me and never reached for anything. That a shameless exhibitionist like him followed the house rules surprised me, but the way he included me in every conversation made me feel oddly happy. One discussion involved everyone gushing about how amazing I was for running the resort all by myself. I smiled tightly and thanked them for their kind words. I wanted to bow my head and pull my hair over my face to hide. Their effusive praise made me uncomfortable.
During the entire meal, I resisted the frequent urge to slide my hand up Val's muscular thigh under the table. It would've been a violation of the rules, but I had a feeling he wouldn't have minded. Still, I stuck to my decorum.
By the time the pizza party ended, it was nearly ten o'clock.
When I told Val I planned to get some work done in the living room before going to bed, he shook his head and retreated into his room.
Half an hour later, I'd had enough work. My eyes were tired and gritty, so I shambled barefoot through the living room doorway into the kitchen. There, I paused to shut off the light and then made my way down the darkened hallway toward my room.
A wedge of light shined through the partly opened door to Val's room, spraying its glow across the wood floor in the hall. I did not peek through the opening when I walked past his room.
Hooray for my self-control. I almost pumped my fists in the air.
I had just pushed the door to my room open and was reaching for the light switch inside when a noise from across the hall caught my attention. A thump, that's what it had sounded like.
A long, low groan originated from Val's room.
Staring across the hall, I considered what to do. Should I go check on him? What if he'd fallen and hit his head? I couldn't have a guest dying of a cracked skull. I needed to check.
Decision made, I approached the door.
It hung open about six inches, enough to let the wedge of illumination spill out—and enough to grant me a view of him. My belly quivered, and my skin came alive with a tingling excitement that raised every hair on my arms and my nape.
Val reclined in the wooden chair by the desk completely naked, as usual, his feet on the floor and his big body slouched. He had his head thrown back, resting on the chair. His full lips were parted, his eyes closed. With one hand, he gripped the chair's arm. With his other hand…
Heat ripped through me.
With his other hand, he pumped his rigid cock in a leisurely, decadent rhythm. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths. Little grunts and groans escaped his lips. Every so often, he would lift his hips into the thrusts of his hand, and the chair would tip back a smidgen only to smack down again when his ass slapped onto the chair.
That explained the thump I'd heard. And the groan.
He raised his head, eyes still closed, his face tight with need.
I sidled up to the wall, hidden in the shadows but with a clear view of him. I should've walked away. Should've gone to my room and…masturbated while imagining what he was doing in his room. Shit. A good host would leave right now. Then again, he had left the door open. He must've known I would hear him. Maybe he wanted me to watch.
Or march in there and mount him.
God, I wanted to climb astride him and drive us both to screaming orgasms.
My sex had grown so wet I felt the slickness every time my legs shifted the tiniest bit. I could smell the scent of my arousal, and my clit throbbed. Oh, did it throb. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this turned on. Maybe I never had been before.
He threw his head back once more, his mouth wide open, and hissed in a breath. He groaned it out, the sound resonating deep in his throat and chest. That hand stroked his length faster while the fingers of his other hand clenched the chair's arm harder.
I unhooked the button of my jeans and slid the zipper down inch by inch, so the sound was almost inaudible. Powerless to resist the urge, I slipped my hand inside my damp panties and stroked my mound.
His hand pumping, pumping. His rock-hard cock glistening. His palm and fingers encircling his shaft. The tip so red, begging to be sucked.
My mouth watered. I plunged a finger between my folds, rubbing my nub.
His back arched. He rocked his hips up, thrusting into his own hand, his breaths harsh and fast. The need to come wrenched his features, and as he pumped wildly, he sucked in a breath and held it.
Hunger pulsated through my clit, and holy fuck, I was on the verge of coming already. I rubbed faster, rougher, desperate to hit my release with him, but I couldn't stop it. The orgasm seized my body. I mashed my face into the wall to muffle my strangled whimpers. I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing until I'd milked every last spasm of pleasure from my body.
I opened my eyes, still stroking myself lightly, and looked at Val.