by Vawn Cassidy
He leans over the counter and brushes his lips lightly over mine, not caring who might be watching, and my heart kicks up a notch the way it always does when I’m with him.
‘Stop frowning,’ he whispers with a smile. ‘If the wind changes your face will stick like that.’
‘I’ve never understood that,’ I huff.
‘Me neither.’ He grins as he pulls back and picks up a pan, giving it a like shake and a sizzle. ‘Carmella always used to say that to us when Pia and I were children.’
I’m about to open my mouth to say something else when a large, older gentleman sidles up to the counter. He’s rather smartly dressed in a tweed jacket, checked shirt, and ruthlessly pressed trousers. His hair is almost all white, and he has an impressive handlebar moustache, merry blue eyes, and ruddy cheeks. He has that kind of old boy look about him, and I wouldn’t at all have been surprised to hear someone call him Brigadier.
‘Can I help you?’ Nat smiles warmly.
‘Yes, lad,’ he rumbles gruffly as he waves a leaflet at him. ‘I’m staying at the holiday park up the road, and I have a voucher for ten percent off a meal at this place, thought I’d give it a whirl. I snuck out when my daughter and son in law weren’t watching,’ he guffaws. ‘They wanted to put me in senior’s bingo, for heaven’s sake. I swear sometimes they treat me like a bloody dim-witted five-year-old. I’m not dead or demented yet.’
Nat grins widely as he wipes his hand on a blue and white checked teacloth and leans over the counter extending his hand.
‘I’m Nat,’ he introduces himself.
‘Bernard.’ The old man shakes his hand firmly.
‘It’s nice to meet you.’ Nat grins even wider. ‘And I have the perfect person I’d like to introduce you to.’
‘Well, lead the way then, son.’ Bernard chuckles. ‘I’m not getting any younger, a fact my daughter reminds me of ten times a day.’
Nat shakes his head in amusement. ‘Hayley, hold the fort for a moment,’ he tells her as he steps rounds the counter.
‘You got it, Chef.’ She nods.
‘How are you enjoying the bay so far?’ Nat asks as he leads him away from the counter toward a corner booth close by.
‘Splendid,’ Bernard replies jovially. ‘The location is splendid, but it’s the company. My daughter is insisting on cutting up my food, and I’m surprised she’s not bloody chewing for me too. The next thing you know, she’ll be putting it through a liquidiser, so I don’t choke.’
Nat throws his head back and laughs loudly. ‘Molly, my love.’ He beams when he looks at the old woman he’s become fast friends with. ‘I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.’
I watch with interest as Molly looks up from her small glass of non-alcoholic wine and smiles at Nat fondly.
‘Molly, this is Bernard,’ he introduces them. ‘He’s escaped from the holiday park down the road. His daughter is insisting on coddling him, so I thought you could give him a crash course in advanced rebellion for seniors.’
‘Oh, I’d be delighted to,’ she giggles as she holds out her hand. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Bernard.’
‘By Jove.’ His eyes widen as he takes her hand and lays a very gentlemanly kiss on it. ‘If you don’t mind my saying so, you’re a fine-looking woman.’
‘Oh, stop.’ She flushes, fluffing her hair and glancing up at him artfully from beneath her eyelashes.
‘May I?’ He indicates the seat opposite her.
‘Of course.’ She smiles. ‘I know what you mean about children though, my daughter isn’t much better sometimes, and they seem to forget we’re the ones who taught them how to wipe their…’
‘Why don’t I have Juni bring you over some drinks while you order,’ Nat offers.
‘Excellent idea,’ Bernard chortles. ‘Nothing alcoholic though, lad,’ he says as he pats his slight paunch. ‘Got the old acid reflux to think of.’
‘No problem.’ Nat smiles. ‘Molly.’
‘The usual, Nat, thank you, sweetheart.’ She winks at him.
He turns his back to them and grins widely at me, shooting me two very enthusiastic thumbs up, and I laugh. I can’t help it; he’s fucking adorable, and I’m a hopelessly lost cause.
He speaks briefly to my sister as he passes and high fives Hayley as he heads back behind the counter.
‘You’re like a fairy god mother with a spatula,’ I chuckle.
‘I just think they’ll be good company for each other.’ He shrugs happily as he resumes cooking.
‘It’s getting pretty busy in here.’ I climb to my feet. ‘I think I’m going to head home.’
Nat looks up in surprise, usually I hang out til closing and wait for him, but tonight, I’ve got a lot on my mind.
‘Are you okay?’ he asks in concern.
‘Yeah.’ I nod. ‘I’ve just got some stuff to sort out.’
‘Oh, okay,’ he says, and I hate that his smile is dimmer and a little unsure.
‘You still coming over after you finish?’ I ask.
‘Do you want me to?’
Did I want him to? The smartest thing would be to say not tonight, take a step back and figure out where my head is at. It would be so easy to tell him no, to make up some excuse but I can’t. Because as messed up as my head is right now, I don’t want to waste a moment of my time with him for however long we’ve got.
I walk around the counter and grasp the back of his neck, kissing his mouth softly.
‘Of course, I want you to,’ I tell him honestly. ‘I always want you.’
‘Are you sure?’ he asks uncertainly.
‘Yes.’ I kiss him again lightly. ‘Do you want me to come back and pick you up?’
‘No, that’s alright.’ He shakes his head.
‘Okay then, call me if you change your mind, otherwise the door will be unlocked just let yourself in.’
He nods, and I can feel his eyes on me as I leave the restaurant. It’s dark when I step outside, and the air is cool and fresh. I’m glad I opted to walk instead of drive as I head down toward the beach. I wander along the sand idly in no particular rush, skipping a few stones on the water.
This thing with Nat is getting too intense too fast. The sensible thing to do would be to slam the brakes on, call it a day and go back to just friends. The problem is, we were never just friends. From the first moment we met, it was pretty obvious we wanted to get in each other’s pants.
The thing is, the more I get to know him the more I like him. Don’t get me wrong the sex is hot as hell, even though I haven’t actually fucked him yet, but everything we have done has been off the fucking charts. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and that’s what has me so rattled. Every time I touch him, I intend to dial it back to just sex, but it’s never just sex with him. I feel every single touch and kiss right down to my bones.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to walk away from him, and I don’t want to be just friends, but I don’t know if a relationship is on the cards for us. There are just too many complications.
I head back up to my house, kicking my shoes off as soon as I’m through the door, and yanking my socks and t-shirt off as I go, leaving me to wander through the house in just my jeans. Grabbing a hairband, I scrape my hair off my face and wind it into a scruffy top knot as I head for my studio. There’s only one thing that settles me when my mind is in turmoil and that’s my art. But for the first time ever, I’m not in the mood to sculpt. Leaving the piece I’ve been working on for the past month covered in a cloth, I grab a bottle of Jack Daniels and a sketchpad. Opening one of the huge folding glass windows part way to let in the cool night breeze and the sound and scent of the ocean, I settle down on the sofa and begin to draw.
When I finally look up and stretch out the kink in my neck, it’s to find Nat leaning against the doorway that leads into the kitchen. His hair is wet, he’s freshly showered, and wearing nothing but a pair of my sweatpants slung low on his narrow hips.
‘I didn’t hear yo
u come in,’ I murmur as I stare at him.
‘You were preoccupied,’ he replies softly. ‘I didn’t want to disturb you. I hope you don’t mind but I took a shower in that avocado monstrosity you call a bathroom and borrowed a pair of your sweatpants. I needed to get the smell of food off me.’
My eyes are greedily drinking in his smooth olive skin, his tight stomach, and narrow waist, which leads down to a mouth-watering ‘V’ revealing sharp hip bones. My dick twitches. His dark hair, which I love so much, is damp from the shower and curling in great loops to his neck. He has a delicious, dark five o’clock shadow along his jaw, and his piercing blue eyes watch me carefully.
He’s so beautiful it makes my stomach hurt; I want him to be mine. I love seeing him wearing my clothes, knowing he’ll smell like me. I want the scent of my soap and my sweat on his skin.
He hovers nervously in the doorway, brushing the back of his calve with his other foot. ‘Um, is it alright for me to be here? I can go if you’d prefer some space.’
I realise I haven’t answered him, making him feel like he’s not welcome.
‘Come here, baby.’ I lift my hand to him, and he closes the door behind him and crosses the room, grasping my hand and dropping down on the sofa next to me, folding one leg under him as he faces me. ‘I want you here,’ I tell him sincerely.
‘Are you sure?’ he asks softly. ‘You seem…’ he gives a small shrug. ‘Distant tonight.’
‘I’m just in a weird headspace.’ I entangle his fingers with mine and stare down at our linked hands.
‘Talk to me,’ he whispers.
‘I honestly don’t even know how to put it into words. It’s a mess of jumbled thoughts.’ I sigh as my head drops back against the wall behind me. ‘I’m…’
‘A bit freaked out?’ he offers. ‘About how intense this thing is between us?’
I turn my head and stare at him.
‘You think you’re the only one who’s feeling overwhelmed?’ He shakes his head. ‘I’m just as confused as you are, Beck.’ His brow folds softly.
‘You are?’
He nods. ‘My brain keeps telling me this is just a fling, that it’s not serious, but when we’re together everything just feels… right.’
‘I know what you mean,’ I reply, removing the sketch pad from my lap and tossing it on the floor. ‘I want to be with you all the time, Nat,’ I murmur as I cup his face, tracing the sexy late-night stubble at his jaw with the pad of my thumb, feeling the rasp of the coarse hair against my skin. ‘I want to touch you all the time.’
‘Then touch me, Beck.’ He leans in closer and takes my mouth, and I groan. ‘Touch me,’ he whispers hoarsely between rough kisses.
‘Nat.’ I thrust my hands into his damp hair and pull his face closer to mine, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and tasting him as I pull his legs into my lap.
My heart is pounding as I slide my hand into the waistband of his sweatpants and grasp the hot silky length of him, stroking him maddeningly, soft and slow until he releases my mouth on a gasp and tilts his head back.
‘Please, Beck,’ he moans as I lick a slow winding trail down his throat and across his Adams apple. ‘Please,’ he pants again, and I know he needs more.
Parting his legs, I cup his balls, rolling them gently in my warm palms, kissing across his chest as he widens his legs further. Sliding my fingers further down I brush his taint, and softly tease his tight furled hole. I haven’t played with his arse yet, not even with my fingers. I was waiting until he was ready, until he was desperate for it.
I can feel the tension in his body, see the wet patch on the front of his sweatpants from his leaking cock. God, I’m so desperate to be inside him. I want him to feel the intense pleasure of my cock buried deep, riding that hot place inside him until he can’t see straight.
‘Beck, please.’ He pins me with those pale blue eyes, and the need in them shreds what’s left of my self-control. ‘I want you.’
‘Nat,’ I pant, feeling my own dick throbbing painfully.
‘I want you inside me,’ he whispers.
‘Get on your knees,’ I demand hoarsely stripping off his sweatpants, glad he’s not wearing boxers.
Fuck, his body is a work of art. He moves to his knees and leans over the arm of the sofa, presenting me with a gorgeous view of his arse. Standing up to retrieve a condom and lube from my pocket, I almost trip over in my haste to strip off my jeans. When I’m finally naked, I climb onto the sofa behind him, tossing the items onto a cushion as I run the flat of my palm down the sexy curve of his spine.
‘So damn beautiful,’ I mutter watching as my wet cock slides between his arse cheeks slowly, leaving a trail of moisture along his skin with my precum.
I lean forward, curving my slightly larger body protectively over him, pressing my chest to his back as I lick the curve of his ear, my dick sliding along his crease.
‘Is this what you want?’ I whisper in his ear. ‘Do you want me to stretch your tight little hole wide open and shove my dick inside you while you fuck my fist.’
He gasps wordlessly, and I feel another small gush of his precum wetting my fingers.
‘I think you do,’ I hum against the side of his face. ‘I think you want to be stuffed full of my dick.’
‘Beck, please,’ he moans, trying to grind his weeping cock against the arm of the sofa, but he can’t because I have such a tight grip on him.
‘Uh uh.’ I pull his hips back and spread his knees apart so he’s almost on all fours.
Kissing a long slow trail down his spine, I spread his cheeks and lick a long, wet stripe from his taint to his balls.
‘Umm,’ I hum as I stare at his spread cheeks. ‘That’s a beautiful tight little pink hole.’ I lick around the little puckered ring of muscle and hear his loud serrated moan. ‘I can’t wait to have my tongue and my fingers buried in here. I’m going to stretch you so wide, my dick will just slide right in until my balls are pressed against your arse.’
He groans again, but I’m already pressing my face between his cheeks, licking and suckling his rim before stiffening my tongue and pressing it inside his hole. He’s rocking back against my face now, riding my tongue and crying out in blind pleasure.
Reaching down, I grab the packet of lube and tear it open, coating my fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up. Sliding my wet fingers along his taint, I circle his hole, massaging the sensitive skin with my thumb before slowly sliding the first finger in.
He hisses slightly at the intrusion and unfamiliar sensation; I lean back over his body letting him feel the comforting weight of me against his back.
‘Breathe, baby,’ I murmur softly. ‘It’s okay, breathe out as I push in.’ He does as I say, and my finger slides all the way into the hot damp heat of his passage. Fuck, he’s so tight. I’m going to have to take my time loosening him so I don’t hurt him. I don’t want him to feel anything but intense pleasure. I curve my finger searching for the little knot of nerves and rub it teasingly.
‘Oh God,’ the breath rushes out of him, riding a wave of intense pleasure.
He lets out a loud moan as I slowly slide my finger in and out, and he starts to rock back into me, matching the rhythm of my finger, so I gently slide another in, pumping slickly until his hole slackens a bit more.
‘That’s it, baby.’ I kiss his back, tasting the fine sheen of sweat coating his skin. ‘Jesus, you look so sexy stuffed full of my fingers.’ He groans again, and I add a third, sliding in and out of his hot tight body and working his prostate as he turns his head blindly searching for my mouth. I lean over him, taking his lips and thrusting my tongue into his mouth as my other hand fists his cock.
He’s moaning loudly into my mouth now, humping back lewdly onto my fingers while he shuttles his dick back and forth in my tight fist. Suddenly, he releases my mouth and drags in a loud sharp breath.
‘Beck, fuck me,’ he demands roughly. ‘Bury your cock in me now. I want you to ride my arse hard. I want you to f
uck me until I can’t stop myself from coming.’
Jesus Christ, now he learns to talk dirty when I’m hanging on by a thread, and with my fingers shoved deep in his hole and his dick in my hand, his words are nearly enough to make me shoot up the backs of his thighs before I’ve even had a chance to get inside him.
Tearing myself away while he pants sexily, I grab for the condom, ripping it open and rolling it down my length. Snapping it into place, I coat my dick in the rest of the lube, running my fist along the length several times to make sure it’s nice and slick before I notch the head of my cock at his tight opening.
‘Now,’ he growls, urging me on, and it takes every single shred of my self-control not to slam into him balls deep and pound his arse until he screams. Instead, I force myself to go slow, my body trembling as I press into his tight hole.
‘Fuck,’ I groan. ‘So fucking tight.’
‘Beck,’ Nat breathes heavily and gives a low, heavy moan as I push forward slowly. I suddenly feel a pop as the head of my cock forces its way past the tight ring of muscle, and I sink into him until my balls rest against his arse.
‘Are you okay?’ I pant.
Unable to speak, he nods slowly as he adjusts to the burn and stretch of having a cock buried deep inside his arse for the first time. We stay like that for a moment, locked together in the most intimate and carnal way, and I bite back a moan. He’s so tight. I’m so fucking desperate for him, but I hold steady not wanting to hurt him or move before he’s ready.
‘Beck,’ he chokes out. ‘God, I feel so full. It’s...argh... move... please, move.’
Thank God. My legs are almost shaking from the pressure of his tight passage squeezing me deliciously. I pull out a fraction and then sink back in, then again, slowly working him open so I can fuck him the way I need to.
‘More,’ he pants out.
‘Baby, I don’t want to hurt you,’ I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head as he shoves back onto my cock, rolling his hips and grinding his arse onto my dick, making me cry out in surprise.
‘Oh god, it feels so good,’ he moans pressing his face into the sofa. ‘How did I not know it can feel this good.’
