I turn the corner and step into a brightly lit backyard and experience instant remorse for my curiosity.
The scene spread out in front of me is overwhelming.
Lush greenery frames a large in-ground pool that flows into a connected hot tub. Tall hedges and flowering shrubs create an even greater sense of seclusion, while a few strategically placed magnolia trees offer shade and provide a canvas for the warm, twinkling string lights draped on them and the shrubs along the pool’s edge. Elegant lounge chairs and plush outdoor sofas and a large crackling fire pit with massive body-sized pillows arranged around it.
And to the right, an outdoor kitchen with a marble countertop and state-of-the-art grill and a charming alfresco dining area anchored by a large rustic table that is currently the backdrop for the most overwhelming sight of all.
Kwame is standing in front of the table. He’s naked from the waist up with his jeans pulled down to the tops of his very hairy thighs. Kneeling between them is a woman dressed in an ironically innocent pink onesie. Her dark hair is caught in a high ponytail that sways with the bobbing motion of her neck. Her moans are loud enough to be heard over the music, you’d think she was the one getting head.
Her back is to me and he’s leaning against the counter at the center of the kitchen. His head is bent over his phone and a bottle of malt dangles in his other hand.
I’ve never imagined myself a voyeur, but of the half-dozen unpleasant emotions running amok inside me, lust is the only one that’s not ambiguous.
The muscular frame that the worn t-shirts and jeans he wears on Sundays have only hinted at is a testament to commitment to fitness.
The light layer of hair that covers his chest and thins to a sparse dusting down his abdomen is a surprise, I always imagined him smoothchested, but that was when I thought the wildest thing he did with his time was run marathons.
God, he’s sexy.
A bark of sudden laughter draws my eyes back to his face at the same time that he looks up from his phone.
His laughter ends abruptly and the bored amusement goes to wide-eyed, perplexed shock.
I freeze like a burglar when the lights come on.
I should go.
He should cover up and shout for me to leave.
Instead, time slows, the music is muted by the sound of my thundering pulse.
He looks down and I follow his gaze. The woman on her knees seems oblivious to my presence.
His eyes come back to my face and the intensity and hunger in them steals my breath and scrambles the last bit of my brain that was hanging on to sanity.
I’ve never been so aroused in my life. The way he looks right now is doing outrageous things to my nervous system. My mouth waters and my nipples harden, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that cascades downward, heating my skin, drenching my pussy, and curling my toes.
His gaze follows the path of my hand down the column of my heated throat and over the swell of my aching breast until my fingers find one of my stiff nipples. I squeeze the stiff peak in search of relief from the tension building.
He raises an eyebrow and a slow smile turns up the corners of his mouth.
“Make me come,” he says in a hoarse whisper.
Those three words make the edges of my vision go dark. All I can see is his broad chest heaving, the muscles that wrap around his ribs and ripple with every flex of his abdomen.
There are a hundred steps and a thousand reasons why this is wrong between us. But the weight of his gaze makes them disappear.
When his big hand cups the head between his thighs, I slide mine up and into my hair and would swear that those are the pads ofhisfingers on my scalp.
His hips pump faster and my jaw aches as if it’smymouth he’s thrusting in and out of.
When his chest bucks and he growls through clenched teeth, the slick of his cum fills my mouth and makes my throat constrict.
The arrogant enjoyment on his face is completely undone by his climax. His jaw goes slack, but his eyes narrow to heavy-lidded slits that stay locked on mine. My name leaves his mouth on a hiss and he shudders before his eyes drift closed. The trap they had me in springs open, and the rest of the world comes rushing in like a river. My lust is doused, and I’m flooded by horror, jealousy, confusion, hurt, and so much shame.
What the hell am I doing?
My eyes fly down to the woman on her knees. Her back is still to me.
