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Summer had just started to cool off when your parents decided they were going to extend their vacation by another month. Their housekeeper, Priah, could only continue house sitting until the end of August before she had to leave to go back to school on the west coast, which left you in charge of the lake house until your parents returned. Realistically it could be left empty, but your mom would kill you if she knew you let her plants wither and die while she was away.
You’d just gotten back from a year long stay in Italy working as an au pair for a family with two kids who you loved, but it was time to move on. The family was looking for a more permanent situation and while you loved traveling and working for them, you hadn’t considered becoming a nanny full time and when you thought about the lack of personal freedom it made you a little nervous. You’d always marched to the beat of your own drum and being tied down by a full time job, even a job that came with amazing benefits, didn’t suit your desires.
So of course you did the only logical thing, head back home to Pennsylvania and move into your parents house by the lake for a month while you searched for a new au pair position or a new job. Whichever came first. You weren’t picky. As long as it allowed you to travel, you were fine.
You sat out on the balcony overlooking the serene lake in the late evening. The fire pit blazed hot in the early autumn air, heating your cheeks and shins. You had a book in hand, a true classic of romance: a magical tale of seven foot aliens with ribbed cocks. You giggled and kicked your feet anytime the human women fucked the large aliens, knowing with the house to yourself you had a date with your vibrating friend kept in your nightstand later tonight.
The night was still until the splitting sound of heavy metal broke through the silence.
“What the-“ Your head comes up from your book and you peer out across the lake. Your parents only have two neighbors, an elderly couple who only live here during the spring, and an older doctor from Pittsburgh. You’d met the elderly couple plenty of times, playing with their grandkids when they brought them around as you grew up. But you’d only met the doctor once for a second at your high school graduation party your parents threw for you. You couldn’t even remember what he looked like. He rarely came to stay in his house. All you knew was that he was a widower, didn’t have children, and worked in a hospital.
You didn’t think the Fergusons were blasting metal in the middle of the night in August, so the only other option was the doctor. You wondered why he was staying on the lake in the off season. Your parents lived here full time, but this area was populated mostly by people with money who owned multiple houses and jetted off to different locations at the drop of a hat.
Standing up you douse the fire that had gone down significantly since lighting it and step into your parents house. You knew your dad kept binoculars nearby for his bird watching.
Grabbing them, you went back outside and took a peak in the direction of the doctor’s house, curious if it was actually him or possibly crazy people who broke in while he was absent.
It took you a minute to get your bearings and find him, but there he was, chopping wood in his yard and piling it by his back door. He was shirtless and you couldn’t help notice how large he was. Biting your lip, you felt like a pervert watching the neighbor through binoculars, but what’s the harm, he can’t see you.
Until he looks up and seems to stare directly at you. Dropping the binoculars and running back into the house, you slide the door closed and press your back against the glass. “No way. The lake is half a mile wide.” No way could he have made out any details from that distance without binoculars of his own. You laugh and shake your fingers through your hair, heading into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine.
You needed a drink after the gun show that was going on over there, and then you needed a little “me” time before getting some sleep. You intended to spend the entirety of tomorrow applying for jobs halfway across the world because you’d be damned if you were staying in Pennsylvania the rest of your life. Regardless of the eye candy flexing half naked in front of you.
~
Your alarm went off just before sunrise, signaling the start of a new day of job hunting. For a second you considered throwing your phone against the wall and forgetting about working, instead choosing to become a house daughter for the rest of your life. Your parents offered plenty of times to let you continue living with them, they loved having you around, and they had enough money to last generations. You didn’t need to work, but you loved it too much.
So you pulled yourself out of bed, slipped on a baby tee and pair of panties and headed into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. The good thing about the lake house was the balcony and getting to sit out and bask in the ambiance, so of course you stepped outside into the morning air. Coffee hit your tongue, waking you up instantly like a Pavlov experiment.
The chair outside was slightly damp from the morning air against your bare legs but you didn’t mind. You were going to take a quick shower after your coffee anyway.
Looking out across the lake you sneak a peak at your doctor neighbor’s house to see if he was outside again. The binoculars were right there, another look wouldn’t hurt. Setting down your coffee, you pick them up, feeling the heavy weight of them in your hands. You bring them up to your eyes, seeking something you know you shouldn’t be so interested in.
The man was your parent’s age. You think. You didn’t actually know but you do know he’s not your age, not even close. The man was rich enough fifteen years ago to buy the property across from your parents so you’d assume he was already an established doctor making big money back then, which would mean he was at the very least in his early 30s when you were barely in middle school.
Your eyes finally land on a figure through the slight haze of morning fog.
“Jackpot.”
You giggle slightly at the man, shirtless once again, and doing yoga on his back porch. You adjust your position and dip your binoculars slightly to see not only is he shirtless, but pantless as well. “Well fuck me.” You groan at the sight of his well rounded ass, toned thighs, cut upper body. Good lord it’s like he was sculpted from your deepest fantasies themselves. He was missing one of his legs though, but it didn’t bother you. If anything it added to his rugged good looks.
His hair was grey and curly and you could make out wrinkles on his face, hinting at his age that’s so vastly differently from yours. You were still years away from those kind of wrinkles but damn if it didn’t make him sexy. You’d never been into older men specifically, but had dated one guy who was 40 once before. It fizzled out fast because he was looking for someone to get married to, have his babies, have the picket fence in the suburbs. And that wasn’t you. After him you vowed not to get too seriously involved with an older man because unless he was a married man having an affair on his wife (something you’d never do), all someone that age wants is to settle down. And you hadn’t lived enough to make that your reality yet. You wanted to, but definitely not in your 20s.
The doctor stretches into more yoga poses you’re not familiar with. A single class taken with your best friend in Greece while hungover from a night out isn’t the best way to remember anything other than downward dog. But you’re entranced, the binoculars glued to you eyes as his naked yoga becomes sexier by the minute.
“A little to the left, god, please,” you beg, practically salivating to catch a glimpse of this man’s dick. If he’d just fucking turn sideways!
Okay. Okay now you’re officially a pervert. You come back to yourself just as you’re finally about to get your wish and remove the binoculars from your eyes, dropping them back on the table and heading into the house, forgetting your barely touched coffee.
You feel hot and bothered and a cold shower is just what you need. Because a fuck with a hot older man isn’t an option.
~
That night you made a huge dish of lasagna that would either need to be frozen, or trashed. Or, you could always be a friendly neighbor and offer some to the hot doctor who enjoys sunrise yoga in his birthday suit.
With your mind made up, you put on a short and semi-see through sundress. Tied tightly against your chest, accentuating your breasts in a way you don’t want to even admit to yourself was so the doctor would check you out.
You slip into a pair of white sneakers, grab the keys to the golf cart, and head out with the covered dish in tow. It’s vegan, so unless he’s a pasta hater, there’s no way lasagna is something he’ll be able to refuse. And you’re just trying to be friendly.
A friendly lasagna. Because that’s what a good neighbor does when they’re all alone on the lake, our next nearest neighbors over a mile away. They bring lasagna and good company. And maybe the aforementioned neighbor will go down on the good one that brought them a gift. You groan at your wishful thinking. You don’t even know if he’s dating anyone, or maybe he doesn’t date at all after losing his wife.
This is stupid, you think as you drive slowly towards his house, parking in front and grabbing the food. You make it to his door without incident, your heart beating like you’re a teenager about to go on their first date. “Pull yourself together.”
“Are you talking to me?”
You jump at least a foot into the air when his voice startles you from the side of his house.
The lid of the lasagna dish pops off and clatters to the gravel drive. “Shit.”
“Here, let me get it.” He jogs over and dips down to grab the lid that landed upside down. He brushes it off and places it back on top of the food. “No harm, no foul.”
He smiles warmly at you and crosses his arms lazily over his wide chest.
Your gaze strays to his straining pecs. Again, you beg yourself to pull it together. “Hi, I’m Y/N, your neighbor. Well, I guess technically my parents are your neighbors. I don’t live here anymore. I’ve been traveling since I graduated university four years ago but I come home and visit them every now and then. I’m house sitting for them right now while they’re in New Zealand. Or maybe Bali. I don’t know actually. They were in Australia for a while when-“ You freeze realizing you just word vomited all over this man you’ve known all of 5 minutes. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Please ignore me. I’ve been cooped up in that house alone for the past week and haven’t had another adult to talk to.”
He laughs, the tips of his ears turning a little pink. “Understandable. It’s quiet out here. Easy to get lost in your head.”
“Right. Sorry again. Anyway, I made too much of dinner tonight. Completely forgot I was cooking for one and not multiple adults and kids. I thought I’d stop by and see if you wanted to have dinner together.”
He smirks and grabs the dish from your hands, placing one hand under it while opening his front door with the other. “Dinner date and we just met. Pretty presumptuous.”
Your cheeks flame red and your mouth runs dry. “I- oh my god, sorry I-“
“I’m kidding, Y/N. Come on, I’d love to have dinner. Lasagna is one of my favorites. I’m Jack by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Jack.” You let out a breath and fan your face as you trail behind him into his house.
A house that’s way more elegant than your parent’s. Your jaw drops at the luxury surrounding you right now. Your parents had money, but the lake house was their permanent home. The house you grew up in. It was lived in. Special. Not a typical Pinterest board home. His house belonged in a magazine.
“Wow, you have a beautiful home.”
“Thanks. I don’t come here much and offer it up as a getaway for coworkers who need a break from the craziness that is PTMC. I try to keep it as clean and neutral as possible.”
You smile at that. “That’s nice of you. So you’re a doctor right?”
“Yeah, emergency medicine. What do you do for work?”
You trail behind him into his kitchen and watch as he places the pan on the stove, grabbing plates from a cabinet and utensils from the drawer.
“I’m kinda in between jobs at the moment.”
He chuckles at that. “And what exactly are you in between?” Hopefully your thighs later while sucking you off.
“Well I was working as an au pair for a family in Italy up until last month but they wanted a nanny and I wanted more freedom. So I guess I’m looking for something similar that won’t tie me down. I don’t like being stuck in one place for too long.”
“I get that.”
You laugh. “Haven’t you been at the same hospital for years? Pretty sure my parents have mentioned you and your workplace in previous years.”
He turns and hits you with a genuine smile. “The hospital isn’t my only job. I like to pick up the slack with odd jobs here and there.”
“Oh yeah, and what does Mr. Big Time Doctor do when he’s not clocked in at the hospital?” You lean on the edge of his counter, your arms pushing your breasts together and you don’t miss his eyes flick downward, even if it was brief.
“I’m prior military, so I’ve been working with S.W.A.T. lately.”
Your eyes raise at that. “Oh, that sounds pretty wild.”
His eyes narrow and he leans on the island in front of you. You’re not even near one another but the breath catches in the back of your throat and your heart pounds in your chest. He’s so handsome up close, way better than the binocular spying. If only you could catch a glimpse of him naked this close.
“It can be.” His voice is so soft but so intense. “But it’s fun. Makes me feel alive.” You lean in, your lips parting slightly. You wonder what else makes him feel alive. He gently slaps his hand down on the counter. “How ‘bout that lasagna.”
“Yes please.” What the fuck just happened? What is wrong with you? You can remember two men you have ever been hung up on to the point where your heart races. One boy from high school, and this really hot Ukrainian exchange student you met in college.
And now Jack.
He serves the both of you, bringing the plates to the dining table and placing them down beside each other. No sitting at opposite ends of the table.
You eat and share easy conversation, laughing at his dumb Gen X jokes, lightly placing your hand on his arm when he brings up being a widower. He waves you off at that, telling you it’s been years and while he loved his wife, time has healed his heart.
You see your opening to pry shortly after that and ask if he’s currently seeing anyone.
“Never have any time. If I’m not at the hospital, I’m with the police, or military, or anyone who will have me.”
“You’ve got to give yourself breaks to destress sometimes, Jack.”
He leans back in his chair, having finished his meal ages before you did. He raises his hands to his sides and gestures around him. “And that’s why I’m here.”
“And what all have you done to destress since getting here?”
He looks like he’s pondering for a moment, rubbing the side of his temple like he’s embarrassed. “I enjoy yoga.”
You can’t help the laugh that jumps out of you. “Oh I know.”
He scoffs at that and has the audacity to look offended. “Have I got a little spy on my hands? What would your parents think if they knew they had such a sneaky little girl?”
“Dr. Abbot, I’d like to think my parents would be proud of my investigative skills.”
He laughs. “Well, do me a favor and let’s not tell them you’ve seen my dick. I won’t be responsible for scandalizing their only daughter.”
“I’ll have you know I’m 26 and I’ve been scandalized and then some plenty of times already.” Shut up. You need to shut up. Why would you say that? You internally groan at the words that just came out of your mouth without you thinking.
“Good to know.”
You raise an eyebrow at that. “And why exactly is that good to know?”
“Because it’ll be easier to fuck you later if you’re not an inexperienced virgin, I like it rough and I’ve been picturing your ass raw over my lap for the past hour.”
You feel like your stomach just fell out of your ass. Sure you’d been flirty, so had he, but this was unexpected.
“You’re so sure I’m going to let you fuck me later?”
He stands up, crowding you and placing his hands on either side of you against the table and back of your chair. “If you didn’t want me to, you wouldn’t have worn that dress that pushes your tits up to your neck.” He leans in and whispers so softly against your ear. “And you wouldn’t be breathing so hard with me this close to you. I can see your heart pounding.”
You swallow the lump in your throat. You’d always been confident sexually, but for some reason you’re feeling like you did the first day of university when you knew no one and felt so lost. You needed someone to guide you. And now you need him to guide you to what you hoped would
be a night to remember.
His hand lightly traces along your collarbone until it finds it way to your throat, squeezing lightly. Just enough to let you know it was there and could be more in control if he allowed it.
“I need to set some ground rules,” you manage to let the words fall from your lips before he says or does anything else.
His hand doesn’t move but it lightens up even more. “Of course.” He leans forward again and traces his lips against your ear. “Anything.”
“I’m not looking for a husband.”
“I’m not looking for a wife.”
“I’m not going to be sticking around so this is a short-lived fling. I don’t need attachments and older men love attachments.”
He laughs at that. “Can’t speak for the older men you’ve been seeing, but that isn’t me. I’m too busy for long term. There’s no space in my schedule for more than casual.”
His tongue flicks out and dips against the outer fold of your ear sending shivers down your spine, your panties flooding at the thought of what else he could do with that tongue.
“That’s all this is. Casual.”
“Casual. Got it. Now, let me fuck you before my dick punches a hole through my jeans.”
“Yes please,” you nod eagerly, reaching your hands up to twist in his hair, pulling him to your face so you can press your lips to his.
He’s soft, but rough, kissing you with intent you’d apparently never experienced before. His tongue plays with yours and his hands grasp the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders until the top half of your dress falls off.
Your breasts are exposed to the chill in the air, your nipples pebbling not only from the cold but from anticipation. You grab his hands and lead him to your aching chest, hyper sensitive and desperate to be touched.
You had sex before you left Italy with a one night stand, but he left you wanting more and unable to finish. The pent up energy needed a release and there was a perfectly capable man ready to fuck you and fulfill your desires right here.
“Touch my nipples. I can come like that.”
He leans back, an eyebrow raised. “Yeah? Just from that?”
You nod. “Yeah.” You grab his hands forcefully and place them on your tits. He squeezes roughly, groaning as he feels the weight in his hands. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sensation, but then it’s ripped away.
Snapping your eyes open, you’re about to complain when you notice all he’s doing is pushing your plates out of the way and grabbing you by the waist to place you on the mahogany table.
“Fuck,” he moans, eyes locked on your heaving chest. “Your tits are perfect.”
“I know, now touch them or so help me god-“ You’re cut off by him leaning forward and wrapping his lips around one nipple and tweaking the other with his fingers. It sends an electric current straight to your pussy and you throw your head back, moaning loudly.
One of your hands come up and tugs at his hair, needing something to hold onto to ground yourself. “Keep doing that,” you beg.
“Anything for you, princess.” He looks up at you, his eyes heavy with lust and dark with arousal. Your feet are dangling on either side of him but you reach your foot up to rest against his cock, already rock solid locked behind his pants. He’s huge, you can feel so much. But you’re not given much time to think about it before his switches nipples, sucking the other one into his mouth and pinching the other one that’s wet from his mouth.
“Oh god, Jack, yes-“ You can feel the tightening in your belly. You know you’re going to come. It’s not the same as when you’re touching your pussy or being fucked, but it’s so good and your eyes are rolling back in your head at the feeling of his movements against your sensitive nipples.
You can’t hold yourself up any longer and fall back against the table, taking him with you. His lips refuse to detach and suck hard against you, his teeth biting gently. He’s groaning loud enough to let you know this is turning him on just as much as it is you.
With you laying down he can finally meet his hips to yours, his hard cock pressing against your center and rocking against you.
Your panties are thin enough to feel everything and his motions rubbing against your clit and his mouth and hands flicking your nipples don’t take long to send you over the edge. Your back arches off the table, thrusting your breast further into his mouth. “Fuck! Yes! Oh yes!”
You feel like you’re high off of the strongest euphoria you can get without taking a pill as you crash back onto the table. But Jack isn’t finished with you. He grabs you by the neck and lifts you up. “Nuh uh, I’m not finished with you just yet.”
You’re breathing heavily, still trying to catch your breath after a satisfying orgasm. You manage to nod and rock your hips against him, rubbing your soaked pussy against the front of his jeans. He groans and his eyes flutter closed.
“Get up, bend over the back of the couch.”
You nod, words failing you, but stand up and stumble over to the couch and drop forward until your breasts are pressed against the cushions and your head is resting on the seat. Your dress rides up just enough that you know he can see your damp panties.
“All this because of a little sucking? Can’t wait to see you gush on my cock when I’m fucking this tight little pussy.”
Your pussy clenched at that and released another gush. You needed him inside of you.
“Fuck me. Please.”
He tsk’s, slowly dragging the hem of your dress up your back until your entire ass is exposed and your thong the only thing preserving any dignity in this position.
“What makes you think you’re in control here?”
He grips the sides of your panties and slides them down your legs until they pool around your sneakers. He removes everything except your dress bunched around your waist, pushing it all to the side before kicking your feet apart.
You feel him at your backside but you don’t know what’s happening until you feel a breath of warm air against your cunt. Shock has you clenching your muscles.
“Fuck you have a pretty pussy. I knew you would. When you pulled up in that golf cart looking like a sexy little gift just for me I could only picture how pink and slick this cunt would be.” His fingers follow his breath and glide through your folds, not touching you where you need, but rather toying with you. Riling you up. He knows you need more, but he’s denying you.
You let out a gasp when he gets close to your clit but slides around the sides of it instead. Your exasperated sigh makes him bite the side of your ass.
“What’s the matter?”
You whimper. “You know what the matter is.”
“Oh, I don’t think I do, princess, tell me.”
You choke out a startled gasp when his hand comes up to smack hard against your ass cheek.
He gives the same attention to the other side when you still don’t answer him.
“Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please, I need you to touch me. Fuck me. Ruin me. I can’t take it anymore.”
“But we were just getting started. Don’t tell me you’re ready for it to be over so soon.” He tsk’s again, soothing his handprints that are no doubt plastered on your skin with the same hands he just used to put them there.
“Put me out of my misery.”
You feel him drop down again, this time instead of his breath touching your flesh, it’s his tongue. And it’s exactly where you want him to be.
Your upper half lifts off the couch and you cry out when his tongue flicks furiously against your clit. “Oh my god!” His hands grip and squeeze your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and exposing you further to his ministrations.
It doesn’t take long for him to build you up a second time, already so pent up and ready for more. You feel it buried within you, starting off like a spark and ending in lightning. You explode on his tongue, grabbing ahold of the cushions and moaning loudly into the pillow.
“Fuck, you taste so good.”
You twist your head around to look at him, his face soaked in your juices and lips swollen from sucking at your clit.
“Now let me see what it’s like to be inside this beautiful cunt.”
You nod eagerly and he chuckles. “Sweet little princess is really going to let an old man fuck her?”
“Yes. And you’re not old.”
“I’m older than you.”
You shake your head. “Doesn’t matter. Now put your dick in me before I leave. I’ve already come twice, I could walk away satisfied now.”
He smacks your ass again and grabs the back of your neck to whisper in your ear. “I don’t think you could. If you walked out right now, you’d spend all night trying to fill this pussy with some unfulfilling toy while thinking about how you could have had this deep inside you instead.”
You missed him opening his jeans and pulling his dick out. Because suddenly the head of his cock was pressed against your opening, pushing in slightly, just enough to tease and make you cry out.
“Beg for it a little more, I liked that.”
You choke out another whimper when his hand gripping the back of your neck slides around to your throat putting just enough pressure to make your vision blur slightly.
“Put your dick in me, please, I need you inside of me.” Your words were barely articulate enough to understand, but he hears you, because he sinks into your heat in one solid thrust in the next breath.
“Shit-“ he cries out when he sinks to the hilt, pushing hard against your backside.
You’re silent, unable to speak, unable to scream. You’re so full of him you can do nothing but grasp at the hand holding your throat and the pillow in front of you.
Before you can even catch your breath he’s pulling back and slamming back into you. This time a cry slips from your lips and you fall forward to bury your head back into the cushion. His hand holding your neck retreats to your hip and he leverages against you, pushing and pulling himself out of your body.
“Oh fuck.” He laughs like he wasn’t actually expecting you to feel as good as you do. “Gonna make me come a lot faster than I would have liked. What do you need?”
You can barely form a coherent thought and he’s asking you questions? “Wha-“
“Gonna need you to come fast because you feel too good, I won’t last.”
You nodded and reached your hand between your legs to swirl quickly against your clit. His hand replaces yours and follows the same motion you had set.
You feel your third orgasm of the night building within you, stronger than the previous. His cock inside of you pounds against every sensitive inch, rubbing against the sensitive mound with every pull in and out.
His lips meet your spine and coupled with the touches on your clit, you shatter, crying out for him, clutching his hand in between your legs to get him to stop. He doesn’t let up and keeps rubbing you through your orgasm until you hear him groaning behind you, his movements beginning to become sloppy. You feel him pump his hips one last time before stopping, emptying himself inside of you.
“Holy fucking shit,” he growls, breathless against your back. You take as many lungfuls of air as you can before he pulls out of you.
You feel his come slip out, dripping down your thighs. His hand comes up to swipe though the mess and rub gentle circles against your abused clit.
You jump at the contact, trying to push his hand away. “Too much,” you stutter, eyes clenched in overstimulation.
“Never enough,” he whispers into your ear, but he does remove his hand, grabbing you around the waist and spinning you to face him. “You okay?” He asks, his voice gruff but gentle. He pushes your hair away from your slightly sweaty face.
You smile. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Good, because that’s just a warm up.” He kisses you then, a deep, all consuming kiss that shakes you to your core.
Fuck, what have you gotten yourself into with this man?