Overlooked(1)(184)

I pull off my panties and sit back at my desk. It takes a bit of contorting, but I get myself in a position where, due to the angles, I can discreetly look out my window at him without him being able to see me.

There’s no need for any lubricant, I’m wet enough already. I put the Xtreme Buzz to my entrance and insert it slowly into me. It’s actually quite thick and long. Fucking thick.

My breath is already shallow, and I slowly turn the dial on. The low setting resonates through me, but I keep on turning until it’s at the fastest setting.

It doesn’t take long before my entire body, from my head to my toes, is full of tension. I flick my eyes out the window at Knox.

He’s standing in a different position now, giving me a side view of his muscular bicep. I imagine his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight.

His imagined strength sends a low moan out of my mouth, and I wonder how long before the dam bursts. I concentrate on the pulsing inside of me as it builds and builds at an alarmingly fast rate. It seems like every cell in my body is vibrating, and my legs go weak.

A high-pitched moan bursts from me as the damn crumbles and my body gyrates with the craziest orgasm I’ve felt in years. Possibly ever.

My hand is shaking so much, it can barely hold the vibrator. But before my brain can send the signal to let go, the tension once again fills me. A single glance at Knox and my brain imagines all sorts of possibilities.

I muffle a scream as an even more powerful orgasm rips through me with such force, I fall out of my precarious position. I have to scramble to keep from falling over.

My laptop falls to the floor and the coffee mug falls onto it, smashing. I worry about the noise and if Knox heard it. Only then do I realize my head is smushed up against the window screen, and Knox is staring straight at me.

As fast as my still climaxing body can move, I slink down from the open window, off my desk and onto the floor.

Once the last ripples subside, I bury my hands in my face. As if the laptop incident wasn’t bad enough. I really hope I managed to dampen that scream. And all those moans. He’s only actually about ten feet away and what the hell was I thinking with the open windows.

Idiot.





Knox

I adjust my stiff cock in my jeans. Fuck me. There’s no doubt that was just Avery’s come face smushed up against her window screen. She’s going to have lines in her cheeks from it.

Not that she noticed at the time.

I don’t know what kind of sex toy that was, but it sure as fuck was loud.

Her moaning and screaming was better than I even imagined. The back of my neck is prickling at the memory of them.

But what the fuck was she doing, with her head up against her window? Making those noises. Doesn’t she know how close I am to her open window? It’s like she was up there just to call my cock into action.

Unless. No.

I put my t-shirt on and stick my head back under the hood of the ’58 Corvette that I’m working on. I brought it here from our main garage yesterday, where Marcus repaired the ripped upholstery in the seats. It’s almost ready, and I can do everything else that needs to be done here.

My cock doesn’t get the hint from my brain that this is work time, and that it needs to go down. Avery isn’t an option anyway.

No matter how hard she makes me.

I ignore the pain in my pants and force myself to focus on the car.

When it’s six, I head inside. There’s still enough chili for tonight, our third night in a row eating it. At some point in my life, I’m going to buy some plastic containers so I can freeze the leftovers and we don’t have to eat the same one-pot wonder night after night.

“Supper!” I call to Piper as I set everything on the table.

She appears, turns up her nose and whines, “Again?”

“Don’t worry, it’s gone now.”

“Can we order pizza tomorrow? Please?”

“Sure thing.” Saves me cooking on the weekend.

“It’s my shopping trip tomorrow, don’t forget. I need money, too. Like you said I could have.”

“Sure.”

I’d pushed it from my mind. Somehow the topic of me not being enough for my daughter wasn’t something I wanted to dwell on.

Piper swallows her food, and says, “Hey, can Avery come for pizza too?”

“No,” I snap without hesitation.

“But, Dad, why? It would be fun. And you’d love her, I know you would.”

Because I’d end up nailing her against the wall to coax those sounds she made earlier from her throat. I know I could do better than whatever sex toy she has to use.

“Because I said so.”

She takes another mouthful of food, and glares at me while she chews. I try my best to ignore her.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that you’re okay with sending me off to the mall with someone you don’t even know?”