Chapter Thirteen

James

 

I was half asleep when my phone rang. I thought about ignoring it, sore from all the work on the ranch all day. I stretched my arm towards the loud buzz that the phone made against the wood nightstand and grabbed it tightly as I brought it to my face.

Seeing Evelyn’s name on the screen roused me back to life quickly.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I answered.

“Did you tell Axel about our night in the truck?” she blurted.

“No,” I grumbled as I rolled over to my back.

It was an instant response, one that made me feel guilty. I hadn’t told him, but he did know. There was no way to come clean without explaining the pictures and the thought of how devastated Evelyn would be was enough to keep me quiet.

“I just had dinner with Axel and my parents, and he was just acting strange,” she explained.

Axel hadn’t told me about dinner plans with Evelyn and her parents. I shrugged it off as ‘family stuff,’ in other words, ‘none of my business, stuff,’ and started to feel the blood rushing to my cock.

The images of the photos were in my mind, and there was no pushing them away.

“Dinner with the parents, hmmm,” I growled sleepily into the phone.

“Yes, they were in town for a night,” she replied.

“So, I bet you were all dressed up. What are you wearing?” I said seductively, hoping to tease her a little before handling this erection on my own.

She giggled. I knew she was blushing.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“A blue cocktail dress with heels,” she replied hastily.

“Short?” I asked.

“About an inch past my knees,” she replied softly.

My cock twitched beneath the sheets as I picture her slender petite legs peeking out from the silky dress.

“How high were your heels?” I coaxed.

Another giggle, but this time followed by that sweet sigh I loved.

“Five inches, maybe,” she churned.

“Are you still wearing them?” I coached.

“Yes, but I was getting ready for bed,” she said softly.

“Leave them on, everything except your panties, and get into bed,” I instructed.

I could hear her breathing on the other end of the phone. It was obvious she was reluctant, but just as obvious she was aroused.

“Okay,” she finally responded.

I listened as she shuffled her way into the bed, imagining her slipping out of her panties. My cock hardened and began to throb as her breathing pushed through the phone as she settled in.

“Are you comfy?” I asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you mind if I slide out of my shorts?” I breathed.

“No,” she whispered.

I left the phone on the pillow while I slid off my boxer briefs and then pulled the sheets from my body before picking back up the phone.

“Imagine I was at dinner with you, but only you knew I was there,” I said softly.

A giggle.

“I’m under the table, and you’re bored, so open your legs,” I instructed.

A soft sigh filled my ear.

“Are they open?” I asked.

“Yes,” she responded.

“Can you feel my tongue sliding up your thigh?” I urged.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Let your finger slid with my tongue, guiding it where you want me to lick, where you want me to suck, and where you want me to enter,” I guided.

My hand gripped tightly around my manhood, stroking slowly as I listened to Evelyn begin to moan. I imagined her legs spread open, her finger playfully gliding inside her warm pussy as she thought of me.

I groaned with pleasure, quickly squeezing my cock to slow down my own arousal.

“I can taste your sweetness on my tongue, baby,” I groaned.

“I want to taste you,” her sweet voice vibrated through my entire body.

“Fuck, you’re killin’ me, baby,” I growled, squeezing the hardened flesh between my fingers until it started to hurt.

“Are you gonna come right there at the table?” I teased.

“I-I,” is all that she managed to spit out through her moans of pleasure.

“Meet me in the bathroom, baby. I want you to feel what you’ve done to me,” I instructed.

“Yes. I’m here,” she gasped, her arousal dripping from her lips.

“I’m there too. I locked the door; we’re all alone,” I whispered.

“Can I taste you?” she asked.

“I’m all yours,” I released the pressure from my hand and slowly brought it to the tip of my cock.

Slick was already seeping from me, making it easy to pretend Evelyn’s lips were sliding down on me. I moaned into the phone as I told her my hand was guiding her mouth down onto me.

“I can’t stop touching your sweet pussy,” I whispered, coaxing her to continue pleasuring herself.

Her breathing was heavy, and her moans growing louder. It was obvious she was completely into our little game. I wished I was really there, watching her so aroused, watching her fingers slid in and out of her pink flesh.

“I need to be inside of you,” I groaned, realizing I was closer than I wanted to be.

“Pick me up, push me into the wall,” Evelyn gasped.

“Oh, baby,” I groaned.

My body stretched beneath my hand; my hips bucked as I stroked myself with a steady rhythm. My mind filled with the image of Evelyn with her blue cocktail dress hiked up around her hips, her five-inch heels wrapped around my waist, and her beautiful green eyes staring into mine as I let her body drop onto me, swallowing me whole, squeezing me with her tight flesh.

“I can feel you,” I breathed, bucking against my hand.

“Can you feel me?” I breathed as I grew too close to turn back.

“Yes,” she groaned, her voice that of someone writhing with pleasure.

“I can’t take my eyes off of you. You’re so beautiful,” I whispered.

My hand synced with Evelyn’s breathing, stroking my cock with the same rhythm she pleasured herself.  Her panting caused my flesh to twitch beneath my fingers, and the whimper of her orgasm growing close nearly started mine.

“Come for me, baby,” I whispered.

Soft flutters of an exhausted, satisfied quivering voice only put out low whimpers, and sweet sighs from Evelyn’s side of the phone as my loud growl of aching pleasure exploded in a deep rumble.

Holy shit. I couldn’t believe we just did that, that she just did that.

 “That was amazing,” I gushed.

Silence was on the other end of the phone. I knew the blood was rolling back to her brain, and embarrassment was setting in.

“I’ve never done that before,” she whispered with a giggle.

“Me neither, but I’m up for it anytime you want,” I chuckled.

“I better get to bed,” she said softly, and then quickly said goodnight.

I laid there in the bed, satisfied fully, my muscles aching as they started to loosen, and my mind on Evelyn. All I could think about was if she was smiling or not. I fell asleep believing that she was, and that her beautiful green eyes, although closed and resting, were filled with images of me.

*

Queen nudged me with her snout as I whistled my way through the morning feedings in the barn. I was on cloud nine, on top of the world, and even my bossy horse knew that was odd behavior.

“Don’t be jealous, girl; you’ll always be my first love,” I consoled Queen with soft strokes along her neck.

Axel’s name lit up on my phone as I pulled it vibrating from my pocket.

“What’s up?” I answered.

“I found out some dirt on Jill Jasper,” Axel blurted into my ear.

“Really?” I moved to a stack of hay where I took a seat.

“Yeah. The old man she was at dinner with last night is a county clerk,” he added.

“What are you talking about?” I questioned, lost on some of the details of the story.

“At dinner last night. Evelyn didn’t tell you we saw Jill there?” Axel asked cautiously.

“No,” I decided not to mention that we’d even spoken.

Before I let myself get too upset for being left out of this loop, I realized I didn’t give her much of a chance to tell me anything last night when she called. She may very well have planned on telling me, but things got a little heated. I was okay with how things had gone. I smiled.

I pulled back into the conversation that Axel was having without me while I daydreamed about my steamy night with Evelyn.

“She was dressed pretty slutty, and the man was at least twice her age, so Evelyn thought it was odd,” he ranted.

“That is odd,” I agreed.

“Well, turns out the old coot is a county clerk,” Axel snapped.

“That conniving bitch,” I growled. 

“Exactly. So, we have to come up with a plan to make sure she isn’t screwing her way into screwing you out of a ranch,” Axel steamed.

“Don’t tell Evelyn you talked to me first. Let her know, and then get her out here tonight so we can talk to her together,” I instructed.

“You know we’re gonna have to tell her about the pictures,” Axel noted.

“I know,” I sighed.