‘Go and get changed, I can’t stand here looking at you in that outfit for much longer before I tear it off you.’
I bent over to pull off my heels and he smacked my bottom again, making me squeal and giggle, before I padded into his en-suite bathroom. It reminded me a bit of mine, but on a much larger scale, with white retro brick tiles and painted in the same grey as his bedroom. It had a massive walk in shower, original double ended claw foot bath, toilet and a long white painted wooden unit, with a huge rectangular sink on top and matching painted cabinets above. Between the shower and the sink was a huge framed antique mirror, which was standing on the floor, leaning against the wall. It was all very modern, masculine, clean cut and sexy, very Gabe.
Two sash windows overlooked the rear of the house, but it was already dark so I couldn’t see anything as I squinted out of them. I went to the toilet then washed my hands, picturing him getting ready here every day. I put on his joggers and even with the draw cord done up really tightly they were far too big, as was the t-shirt which I pulled over my Basque. At least I was covered for dinner, even if I looked ridiculous. I came out of the bathroom and walked through to the bedroom. Gabe was standing looking at my canvas and smiled as I came over.
‘How do you still manage to look sexy wearing my baggy clothes?’
‘You think I look sexy in these?’ I asked, pulling at the loose fabric horrified.
‘You’d look sexy in anything baby, especially to me. ’ He kissed my forehead. ‘Come on we’d better go and eat, dad will need to leave soon.’
He insisted on carrying me downstairs, in case I tripped on his over long joggers. He kneeled in front of me as he set me down at the bottom of the stairs and turned them up for me, then grabbed my hand again and led me back into the kitchen, where Robert was pouring some champagne into three flutes and smiled as we came in.
‘Mia, you’ve no idea how pleased I was to hear Gabriel had invited you,’ Robert said as he handed me a glass.
‘Well thank you Mr Austin … sorry Robert,’ I corrected myself and took a sip.
‘I was beginning to wonder if he was gay,’ Robert chuckled and I nearly choked on my champagne. Gabe? Gay? Did he not know his son?
‘Dad, seriously?’ Gabe gave Robert one of his scowls, which only made his dad chuckle more.
‘Robert please can I tell you what an amazing job you’ve done in raising your son, he’ the most caring, kind, considerate and loyal man I’ve ever met, as well as a fantastic cook.’ I flashed a smile at Gabe and was sure I saw him blush.
‘That’s lovely to hear Mia. It wasn’t easy for either of us when his mother passed away, but we did our best.’
‘I’m so sorry that you both had to go through that, I really am.’ He smiled at me and I saw a shadow of pain flicker across his face, I’d seen the same look on Gabe the night he told me. I hated that they’d both suffered like that.
‘Ok to the table you two,’ ordered Gabe breaking the silence. ‘Dinner’s well overdue and probably well over cooked now too.’ He carried a large casserole dish to the table and then two smaller ones. As he lifted the lid off the large one I inhaled and smiled.
‘Gabe it smells fantastic, what is it?’
‘Chicken breasts in a white wine and cream sauce with button mushrooms. We have wild rice and asparagus spears to go with it.’
‘Then as you’ve done all the hard work let me plate up and do the clear up,’ I said as I took the serving spoons from him.
As we ate Robert filled me in on stories of Gabe as a youngster and I forgot all about my meeting the parents fear. I was laughing so much I cried, while Gabe sat cringing saying ‘Dad do you really have to?’ Robert also told me how Gabe used to get into trouble, drinking and fighting and said how glad he was that he’d stopped, then flashed a quick concerned look at the large purple bruise on Gabe’s cheek.
‘Dad, I told you it was a misunderstanding, I don’t do that anymore.’
‘Well I hope that Mia continues to be a good influence on you Gabriel, my days of bailing you out are over.’
Bailing him out? I’d already got the impression Gabe had been a bit of a bad boy, but exactly how much trouble did he used to get in? Robert turned back to telling me happy stories and I felt so relaxed sitting with them both and was surprised to find I was disappointed when the doorbell rang and Robert looked at his watch and announced it was time for him to leave.
‘You can’t stay a bit longer?’ I asked and he shook his head.
‘I’ve already stayed longer than I should, I just hope there’s no traffic on the way to the airport and that Riley’s in the mood to go over 50 on the motorway this evening.’
‘Dad’s rather cautious driver,’ clarified Gabe as he looked at my confused face. ‘I’ll go and take your bags out for you and say hello.’
I started clearing up the plates and Robert stood to help me.
‘Mia can I ask you something that I probably have no right asking?’
‘Please do, though if you don’t think you should be asking me the question, I’m not sure if it will be appropriate for me to respond,’ I said, surprising myself at my bravery. Robert had that same air of authority that my dad did, so when he wasn’t laughing and joking, he came across quite intimidating, which sent me straight into automatic defensive mode.
‘Mia I love my son more than anything. He’s been through a lot and his bringing you here tells me that he’s very serious about you. He’s never formed an attachment like this to anyone before. Do you love him?’ he asked, fixing me with an intense stare. I gasped taken aback.
‘I’m sorry, but I’m really not comfortable answering you Robert, it’s not even something I’ve talked about with Gabe, or my own best friend.’
‘I realise I’m putting you on the spot Mia and for that I apologise, maybe it’s too soon to expect you to have vocalised your feelings for him, so let me put it a different way. Is this just a good time, or do you really care for him? I don’t want to see him get hurt again. It took him a long time to get over losing his mother.’
I looked at Robert surprised yet again. He thought Gabe was over her? Then I remembered the conversation with Gabe in my bath. He’d said he’d never even told his dad about the events leading to his mum’s accident. I suddenly felt sick for him, had he really gone through his childhood and teens not being able to share his guilt and pain with anyone?
‘Robert I can tell you that I’m not just in it for a good time, I really care for him. At this stage I can’t imagine wanting to end it, but if I ever did I’d try and spare him any more pain than was necessary. I can assure you that I’ll never cheat on him, lie to him, or leave him with no reasonable explanation and that’s the best answer that I can give you right now. I hope that it’s enough to put your mind at rest.’
‘Thank you for being so honest and eloquent with me Mia. I can see why Gabriel’s so taken with you. I’ll look forward to seeing you again, sometime soon I hope.’
‘I’d like that too, thank you for your hospitality and I hope your trip goes well. Once again, I’m so sorry for the doorstep incident.’
‘Seeing that smile you’ve put on his face since he meet you Mia, it’s enough to make me forget anything else.’ He surprised me by leaning over and kissing me on the cheek, before striding out of the kitchen.
I carried on clearing up the dinner plates. Wow, that was the first parent of a boyfriend I’d ever met, and to have done it under such circumstances wasn’t ideal, but I liked him and it was nice to hear about Gabe’s childhood, given he hardly ever gave anything away about it himself. I heard Gabe’s footsteps on the tiles as he returned to the kitchen and I ran to him and threw my arms around him and buried my face in his chest.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I just wanted to hug you,’ I whispered as I clung to him and he put his arms around me.
‘Something’s wrong, I can sense it, what’s the matter?’
‘You really never talked to anyone about
what happened with your mum?’ I felt him immediately tense up and he shrugged off my hold on him.
‘O my god Mia, what have you said to him? I talked to you in confidence.’ He stepped back from me and put a hand over his mouth, looking at me with sheer panic and terror on his face.
‘Nothing, I promise Gabe. Your dad implied that you’d dealt with her death and it took me by surprise that’s all, I didn’t say anything. I just thought you’d have shared this with him.’
‘No, I told you I hadn’t,’ he said in a sharp tone as he ran his hand through his hair. ‘He had enough to deal with, he didn’t need me offloading on him as well.’
‘But Gabe, you were only eight and he’s your dad.’
‘So you share everything with your parents do you?’ he snapped. I winced at the tone of his voice and saw his jaw had tensed and one of his hands was curled up in a tight fist.
‘No, but I think you need to talk Gabe, you’ve bottled it up for so many years.’
‘I’m not talking to him Mia, why are you bringing this all up? It’s done and dusted.’
‘It’s not Gabe, you were so upset on Monday and if your own dad thinks you’re fine … I just … I can’t bear it. The thought of you hurting for so long and not having anyone to share it with … it’s awful.’
‘Mia,’ he sighed. I bit my lip and tucked my hair behind my ear and felt my eyes filling up and willed myself not to cry. I seemed to be upsetting him more by talking about it and I’d only wanted to make him feel better. He quickly stepped to me and pulled me to him and stroked my hair. ‘Don’t, please don’t get upset, I’m sorry I just snapped. I’m fine ok? I usually deal with it, I just had a moment on Monday, because I feel so strongly about you and I didn’t want to hold in how I felt anymore.’
‘I don’t think you’re fine Gabe, it affects you more than you realise. I just want you to know that I’m here, if you need to talk to anyone, anytime, I’m here. I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to upset you bringing it up.’ I heard and felt him sigh as he planted a kiss on the top of my head and I bit my lip to stop me saying any more. It was up to him to talk to me as and when he was ready, after all I hadn’t shared much of my life or any of my issues with him, it would be hypocritical to expect him to do the same, after all we’d only actually been dating for a week, even though it felt like I’d known him forever.
‘That means a lot baby, but I promise you I’m fine. It was a long time ago. I’m more worried about you. I hope it wasn’t too much meeting him tonight? I’m still worried I’ve fucked this up after last night and to spring him on you like that, even though it wasn’t planned, I just …’ he stopped talking and huffed out and tightened his grip on me, like he was scared I was going to run again.
‘Gabe it’s fine. We’ve dealt with last night, you just have to promise to talk to me in future if you’re worried about something and yes, it was a shock meeting your dad so soon, but it wasn’t like you arranged it and ambushed me.’ I pulled my head back to look up at him.
‘You’re really ok?’
‘Yes, I liked him. He’s an older, slightly scarier version of you, but he was very nice to me, especially after the incident.’
‘Well you’ve made quite an impression on him,’ Gabe said and finally smiled.
‘I’ll say, turning up on the doorstep like a burlesque stripper.’
‘He really liked you Mia and he’s not an easy man to please. You obviously have a way with Austin men. So would you like dessert, or can I finally see the fabulously sexy outfit you put on to seduce me Mrs Robinson?’
‘Hey,’ I protested. ‘I’m younger than you.’
‘Lift your arms up,’ he ordered as he smiled down at me. I did as I was told and he grabbed the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it over my head, letting out a moan as he saw my breasts wobble in their tight casing. He planted a kiss on each one and I held my breath, gazing up at his handsome face as he started undoing the knotted cords at my waist. He’d just pulled my horny lever and ratcheted it up to full speed and I let out a sigh as he crouched in front of me, pulled the sweats down and made me step out of them.
‘Christ you look amazing. I love stockings and suspenders,’ he groaned as he stood back up, towering over me. ‘Come here, I need to kiss you.’ I eagerly walked back into his arms, unsure who needed who more and we kissed slowly as he picked me up and put me on the kitchen island. I wrapped my legs around his waist as our tongues tangled around each other’s and I felt my body turn to liquid. I could feel his firm chest pressing against mine, his erection nestled at the apex of my thighs and his powerful arms embracing me and I groaned in his mouth, making him pull his head back to smile at me. ‘Are you trying to tell me you’re ready baby?’
‘Yes,’ I gasped, replenishing my oxygen levels. ‘Are you going to fuck me on here?’
‘Much as I’d love fast furious sex with you right now, there’s one of many fantasies that I’ve had for a very long time and I intend to carry it out now and we’re going to take it slowly, get you really ready.’ He scooted me off the island into his arms, as I held on around his neck.
‘We’re going to your bed?’ I asked, as I gazed up at him all wide eyed and excited. He just gave me a mysterious smile and carried me out of the kitchen door across the hall, through another door, asking me to alter the dimmer switch to turn the lights up, but not fully. As he swung me around I saw that we were in a large room, directly under his dressing room and bathroom, which housed a full size pool table as well a pin ball machine, jukebox and a gaming area, with gaming chairs and an armchair. He carefully set me down by the top end of the pool table and grabbed a cue as he surveyed me up and down, his eyes misting over with lust again. ‘If you think that’s going anywhere near my vagina or arse you’re sadly mistaken,’ I exclaimed and he laughed.
‘The cue’s for playing pool, I want to see you bending over the table, your breasts poking out of that top and your delicious bottom sticking out asking to touched. At some stage tonight, I’m going to bend you over the table and fuck you from behind, roughly.’
‘Give me a cue now,’ I demanded, holding out my hand. His voice alone had already caressed my clit to the point of virtual orgasm. ‘Let’s play.’ He slowly chalked it up as he gave me one of his sexy smiles and led me by the hand to the top of the table where the balls were already in position for a game.
‘Ok, you need to lean over with your left arm outstretched, hold the cue in your right hand and place it between the thumb and fingers of your left,’ he instructed as he stood behind me, placed the cue and moulded my fingers into position. I could feel my skin crackling, knowing we were finally going to have sex tonight had me giddy with excitement. I leaned gently forwards pushing my bottom into him, deliberately rubbing against his erection.
‘Am I bending forwards enough Gabe? Please can you inspect?’
‘Lower,’ he growled sexily and I complied and looked back behind me. He stood back and whistled as he checked out my rear so I gave it a little shimmy and giggled. He put his hand on my lower back and ordered me to bend a little lower and the other hand caressed the strip of bare skin at the top of my stockings. I was throbbing as he stroked me, knowing he was going to fuck me, but not knowing when, was sending my desire for him off the Richter scale.
‘So I push the stick into the balls now?’ I asked. He pressed tightly into my backside and undid the top bow of the ribbons on the back of my Basque. As he gently removed a few from the eyeholes I felt my breasts move, no longer confined by the tightness of the material that had been holding them in. He caressed the skin on the back of my neck with his lips as he whispered and told me how to break. I did and the cue ball hit the rest of the balls with a loud clack and a stripe ball fell into the corner pocket.
‘Nicely done Miss Page, for that you deserve to have your gorgeous nipples sucked.’ He spun me around and lifted my right breast up from the Basque and put his tongue gently to it, circling and then alternating between forceful sucking and
gentle bites as his hand lifted the other breast out and caressed and squeezed it. I groaned and leaned the cue up against the table, before pushing my fingers into his hair. I could orgasm just by him suckling me. When he came up for air, my nipples were elongated, stiff and a hot pink in colour and my breathing was coming hard and fast. ‘Now you’ve potted a stripe, you’re only allowed to pot stripes until they’re all gone. I’ll be trying to beat you by potting my spots and then it’s a race to pot the black first,’ he advised, as his eyes remained fixed on my breasts.
Hmmm, it seemed he wanted to play games instead of getting right down to it. Ok, I could try that, why not prolong the sensation and desire? I picked up my cue and padded down to the bottom of the table where the white ball was waiting. I leaned over very slowly and the closer I got to the table, the more my breasts came back out of my Basque, my nipples still full and hard from the attentions of his lips. He groaned as he watched and grasped himself in his jeans and I smiled, knowing how happy that erection was going to make me feel soon. I lined up my cue with the white and potted another stripe. He looked surprised, as well as turned on.
‘What do I get for potting that ball?’
‘Lean over, line up your next shot and I’ll show you,’ he said as he slinked towards me sensually, like a panther prowling for its next feed. I looked for the easiest stripe shot and moved to the other side of the table, Gabe hot on my heels and bent over again, pushing my bottom out as hard as I could. ‘Don’t take the shot yet,’ he warned and I felt him kneel behind me, planting butterfly kisses along the back of my thighs. He caressed me through the fabric of my g-string and I parted my legs for him as my fingers tightened around the wood in my hand, wishing it was a different kind of wood I was gripping right now. ‘Do you want me to touch you properly?’ he whispered in his sexy tone, as his lips moved over my hypersensitive skin.
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