by S. N. Garza
“Not for the most part. She does. She sees the good in people. And why wouldn’t you have kids of your own?”
He ignores my question and mutters, “So naive.”
“No. That’s hope.”
Luke doesn’t say anything else. Just takes a deep breath and continues looking onward. I hear Willow’s giggle upstairs and it brings a smile to my face. She’s not naive. She just sees what people don’t want others to see. She’s pretty intuitive. These last few months getting to know her, she’s damn amazing. Gabe would be a total idiot if he doesn’t make it right. To hear her laughing though, I know whatever’s going on, it'll turn out alright. I’ve never had malice towards Gabriel or the other douchebags. They’re in their own little world really.
I get up, stretch and yawn. “Thank you for the beer, but I think I’m ready to get some sleep. It’s been a long-ass night, bro.”
He stands just as I’m about to step past him and he blocks my passage. “Don’t ever call me bro, Alann.” The sudden rough graze in his tone makes me take a sharp breath. He’s an inch or two taller than me and his gaze turns to molten lava as they objectify me. And that makes me want to be defiant. Something about that gaze is provocative and makes the blood in my veins ignite.
“Am I supposed to apologize? I’m tired. So damn tired, Luke.” His name comes out breathless and when I look into his eyes, I feel his dark stare shoot straight to my burgeoning flesh, where I begin to feel my cock swell and thicken even more.
He takes a small step towards me, making our chests brush against each other. No way. Willow never said her uncle was gay or even bi-sexual. She always said she’s waiting for him to find a wife… holy shit. I am right. Now, it makes a lot more sense. The looks make a lot more sense. He’s fucking into me like I’m into him.
I don’t back down either. I brush right back and this knowing smirk twitches on his lips.
“Scared, boy?” His voice is daring me to do something. I’m close, too. Fuck, yes, I’m daring.
“No. Why doesn’t she know?”
“She’ll know when she needs to know.”
And because I can understand, I go ahead and do what I’ve been waiting to do since I saw him the first time a month ago. When I thought he looked sexy and confident. Blue eyes mesmerizing. Dark blonde hair brushed back, shaved on the sides. Big, broad shoulders and a trim waist. I reach my hands up around his neck and press my lips on his.
Fuck me. Perfect fit.
I feel his hands stay to his sides, but he’s not an unwilling participant. Usually, I’ve always been the aggressor in a relationship. I haven’t had many, but I never beat around the bush when I want something. And yeah, I’ll admit freely now that I know he’s like me, I’ve jacked off to his face quite a bit since seeing him the first time.
I lick my tongue around his lips, and he doesn’t yield. So, I let go, smirk, raise my eyes in challenge before rolling them and stepping around him, done playing for the moment.
I’m at the back door when his hand takes my bicep and he’s forcing me around, pressing his body into mine. Forcing me to take a step back until my back is against the side of the house and I feel the rock-solid length of his shaft against mine.
“Boy, you don’t want to tempt this. I don’t play little juvenile games. I’ve known who I am for a very long time. You’re just learning.”
“You don’t know shit about me, bro.”
He growls and takes my neck in his hand, slightly squeezing, making me gasp for breath when he turns my head to the side and presses his lips to my neck. Slow, firm presses of his lips against my pulse and precum leaks from the head of my cock. I groan as his fingers ease up on my neck but loving it at the same time. I tilt my head, giving him more access to my neck and I feel his smile against my skin. His other hand scores down my shirt and over the belt on my jeans, gently stroking the hard ridge of my erection.
“I know your type quite fine. You scared, Alann?”
Then he cups my length and yeah, his hand feels good on me. I press up, wanting more. “Not a bit, Luke. And what type is that?”
“Boys keeping secrets.”
“Like you aren’t?”
He hums against my neck and his mouth burns a hot trail up to my ear.
“I wanted her to have a normal life. Smalls towns are—
I yank my head away, bitterness crawling over my skin. “I know how small towns are. I’m not ashamed of being gay. But what I do on my own is my fucking business. I keep it private for a reason.”
He grips my jaw, forcing me to look right in his eyes as they blaze right through me. “Calm down, Alann.” His hands softly stroke down my jaw, tracing a finger over my lips. “It’s all private here.”
He squeezes his fingers over my jeans clad dick and all I want to do is take them off and let him do what he wants to me.
I close my eyes and let out a groan. God, all I’ve had for the last six months was my hand. That shit gets boring. But Luke’s hand is stroking over my cock like he’s done it dozens of times before. Like we’ve been familiar with each other for twenty years instead of twenty minutes.
“I knew what you were when we met, Alann.”
My breath hitches. No one could tell back home. I’ve made it my business to not actively date anyone. Guy or girl. When I had a relationship, I kept it long distance. The only real relationship I have is with Willow.
I know if I had been straight, I would have done my best to get with her, too. She’s different than anyone in Grifton Falls. She doesn’t have any ulterior motive or want anything from anyone. So, I guess he did do right by her. But still, I’m not straight. I don’t get turned on when I look at her or any other girl. So how did he know the moment we met?
“Was I obvious?”
His smile is dark, sensual and I feel it all the way to my toes. His blue eyes darken, his hand cups my neck, thumb stroking over my jaw. He leans in, pressing his mouth against the corner of my lips, before slowly coming over mine. Taking his time, licking my top lip, and to taste his breath, a little bit of coffee mixed with the small about of beer has me opening for him. Letting my hands brush over his shirt where I feel the hard muscles underneath.
This man takes care of himself. I could tell that when we met by the way he carried himself. I fantasized about it enough. He’s got a rough exterior, and feeling him up against me now, he’s got a very hard body under those flannels he wears. A real cowboy. How that turns me on when a guy like this has never been my type is almost beyond my imagination.
The way his mouth takes control of me, I’ve never experienced this before. My hands crawl up his neck and into his hair, pulling him closer to me. He tastes good on my lips. The hand over my dick reaches down until I feel my balls draw up tight as he caresses over them. His facial hair scratches over mine, causing sparks to ignite beneath my skin. I groan underneath his touches and when he lets go, I feel bereft of warmth.
It’s unnerving, to say the least. I've never felt so off-kilter before.
“Only to someone who’s looking, babe.”
That makes me jerk back. Babe? I’ve never been called that before either. “Babe, bro? How many other babes have you had, Luke?” I can’t explain it, but this green-hot jealousy swells over me. I don’t want to be just another dick in a long line of them for him. Not that anything is going to come from this. I mean… this is just fooling around, right? We can hear them upstairs getting it on and it’s a massing swirl of emotions, running high. Making things hot. It’s his niece, but there’s no relation between me and them or Gabriel. And Gabriel, albeit being a douchebag, is a hot douchebag. My focus comes back to Luke and he turns serious, focused.
“One other. A lifetime ago.”
A sadness sweeps over his features, but it leaves as quickly as it came. I don’t know how to feel about that. He is almost forty. Almost twice my age. I can’t help the dismay circulating inside me. And I hate feeling that way.
“Want me to get on my knees and call you
daddy, too? Cause I won’t. I don’t get on my knees unless my partner does the same.”
“Alann, on your knees is enough. You don’t have to call me daddy. Although you don’t know if it’ll make you hot or not.”
“Does it make you hot, Luke?”
His hand caresses over my erection with knowing hands and his tongue darts out, licking up my jaw before kissing the spot just beneath my ear. Sucking my lobe between his lips as more precum leaks out from my tip. Fuck, how is this turning me on like a fucking wildfire? I’ve always been the aggressor in a relationship. The one who initiates contact. I’ve never liked being the inferior one. Anytime a guy tried to take the top spot, it kills any lust or arousal I had. I’m always the lead. What Luke is doing… he’s taking the lead and it’s doing the complete opposite. It’s turning me on. My cock is aching for skin on skin contact.
“No one’s ever called me daddy, babe. But my cock likes the idea.”
“Is that why you’re hard? The thought of being a daddy to a guy?”
He smirks, softly laughing against my skin. The contact gives me goosebumps.
“No, looking at you gets me hard, Alann. And I always give back what I receive.” Then the hand on my cock strokes up and down and my head falls back against the side of the house. A moan of pleasure escapes my lips. He knows exactly how to touch me. Then I feel his hot breath at my ear. “Shall I show you, babe? Show you I give back just as good as I take. Because I can take a lot.”
I don’t know if his words mean he can take a lot from me, or take a lot from me, as in take for his own pleasure. It becomes a distant thought when his lips touch my neck again and I feel a small bite against my pulse. When his hand goes to my belt, he doesn’t ask if I’m okay with it. He just does it and I love it. I want him to touch me with knowing hands only a man who knows himself can touch his lover. I’ve never been in a relationship with an older man. I’ve been with guys my age.
I don’t think of Luke as ‘daddy’ though. He looks younger than his thirty-something odd years, but his touch?
Fuck me. His touch unmans me, and this is from first contact. How is that possible?
He pulls the buckle away. I feel his knuckles graze over my bare skin just below the navel and a tremble runs through me. He chuckles against my throat.
“Like this, do you, babe? Me giving? But you should know, I’m also taking, Alann. Give and take between men is the same if they understand what they’re doing to each other. So just let me take what I want. Neither one of us will be disappointed.”
The gruffness in his deep, baritone voice has me saying, “Go ahead, Luke. You won’t find me cowering down. I’d say stop if I didn’t want it.”
The look he gives me is full of desire and lust. His thumb caresses over my lips and I capture it between my lips, sucking it inside. Let him take what he wants? I have no problem with what he’s doing.
“Take the tie from your hair, Alann.”
I pull out the hair tie, letting my hair fall loose to the side. I feel his teeth tug at my ear as he pops open the button to my jeans and slides the zipper down. His thumb leaves my mouth and brushes down my chest as he takes my shirt and eases it over my head. His eyes look over my broad chest, hard abs and I can tell he’s pleased. I’m glad he likes what he sees. His strong, large hands caress over my chest, sifting through the small amount of chest hair there that I’ve never felt like waxing or shaving off. I’ve always enjoyed that on a guy but haven’t been able to find it.
I get why guys get it waxed though. It’s hot in a way, but seeing a man with hair on his chest just does something to me. I don’t like feminine guys or guys who play the victim. Maybe that’s what I’ve been missing. All the guys I got with just… weren’t what I was looking for. Luke though? He knows exactly what he’s doing. I don’t want to be just a game for him to amuse himself with. Maybe it should be, so I don’t get my expectations high, but what am I saying? They already are. I want him to be what I hope he is.
Our eyes hold as he lowers down to his knees. His face is right in front of my dick and I want to say something crude, but I also want to wait to see what he does.
His hands run up the back of my legs, over my hamstrings, and up my ass where he kneads his hands against me and then hooks his fingers into the band of my jeans, pulling them slowly over my ass and the hard erection bulging in my briefs. I’m fisting my hands to the side, dying to grip his head and make him take my big cock between his firm, supple lips.
Kissing him was a major turn-on and I already have precum leaking from the tip, wetting the material of my underwear. This smirk curls up one side of his lips. Humming in pleasure, he caresses up and down my shaft causing it to flex and jerk against my underwear, dying to be set free.
“You have a nice, big dick, babe.”
He takes his time touching me, caressing over my length, my upper thighs, and the crease of my legs. Softly brushing his knuckles over my sac making everything go blank inside my head. He’s doing everything to drive me crazy. I grit my jaw, keep my gaze down on him before saying, “Why don’t you suck my nice, big dick then, Luke?”
He reaches up and flicks my cock with his finger, causing me to flinch. Not in pain, but the small little thump sends a tidal wave of lust ricocheting throughout my skin, straight down to my dick. I open my mouth to say something when he says, “Naughty boy. I don’t suck on a first date.”
Good thing this isn’t a date. “You do now. Don’t fucking tease me and then make me wait. Put your mouth on my cock and suck it down your throat or let me go, so I can get some sleep. Luke, I’m done playing games. I don’t want to be some old man’s last fun ride with a young dick. I’m just plain fucking tired.”
His eyes flicker up to mine and they’re heavy-lidded, the curl on his lips shows me he’ll do what he wants, whenever he wants to. And while yeah, going to sleep right now with my dick feeling like it’s about to combust isn’t going to happen—I’ll take care of it first—I want him too damn much to say no. My cock is straining against my briefs and I want relief. Fuck, I want his mouth on me. I bet he knows exactly what he’s doing. Knows just the right amount of pressure, suction, all of it. He’s known himself a hell of a lot longer than I have. He knows exactly what he’s doing and what he’s doing to me.
“I don’t play, babe. Why don’t you just shut the fuck up and feel the pleasure? Close your eyes and use your other senses, Alann.”
Feel the pleasure? He might not like it, but I reach down into my briefs and wrap my fingers around my thick girth, pumping my hand up and down. Use my other senses? I’ll close my eyes and imagine watching Luke’s mouth stretch wide, allowing my dick to slip between his full lips and down into his warm, tight throat.
“You want my dick, Luke? It’s rock-hard for you.”
“Is it? Is it hard just for me, babe?” He puts his hand over mine and pumps it just hard enough I’m ready to nut all over his face. His thumb runs over the leaking droplets of precum and smears it over the crown of my erection, causing me to hiss and groan. “Who does this belong to?” He says as he smacks my hand away and strokes my cock firmly, jerking on my length with just the right amount of firmness, pumping his hand up and down, bringing me closer to the brink. As I said, a man knows how to jerk on a dick more than any girl will ever learn how.
“Fuck! That feels good.”
He slowly brings his hand to a slow crawl and I feel like I’m dying. When I open my eyes, he’s flying upward to stand, puts his face close to mine and angrily growls out, “You want my mouth on your dick, babe, tell me who it belongs to.” And he’s stroking, squeezing, yanking on my cock with forceful pumps of his hand. I can barely fucking talk right now. I’m ready to cum. I’m so close. His other hand dives into my hair and pulls, letting his mouth come over my neck where I feel him suck the skin there and just the barest of teeth scrape over my shoulder.
“That’s it. More, Luke.”
Then I hear the banging coming from the upstairs room and
I don’t want to be crude, but the way Gabriel must be fucking Willow sounds like a porno.
My cock leaks more precum and I’m panting, feeling hotter than I’ve ever been in my entire life. Then he stops altogether. My eyes fly open to see both hands smack on the side of the house next to my head. His mouth hovers over mine. “Mmmm… maybe you don’t want my mouth. Too bad for you, babe.”
God! I need his mouth on me. For the moment though, I’ll settle for his mouth on mine. I grip the back of his head and crash my mouth on his. Licking. Nipping. Begging him to open to me.
This time, he does. Our kiss turns hot and heavy quick. The power and passion we’re exuding is like we’re trying to dominate the other in a struggle, but all we’re doing is struggling for breath. Fuck, he tastes good. He comes up against me, and I feel him pull up his shirt just in time for my cock to touch his stomach. Grabbing my dick in his hand, he runs the tip back and forth over his abs where the scratching sensation makes me groan. And I’m close to the ragged edge.
I let go and my breath stutters, “What was that?”
“Mmmm… don’t come yet, Alann. Not until I taste you. Not until my mouth is wrapped around you and you’re choking on your breath, desperately begging me to make you come.”
Then without another word, he takes his shirt and rips it over his head.
Fuck. Me.
Wasn’t I just thinking… goddamn. He’s not a hairy beast, but dark coarse hair covers his chest, traveling down his abdomen to beneath his grey sweats.
“You look incredible.”
Damn. Is that my voice? Gruff and breathless? Yeah. Yeah, it is. I’m not afraid to see where this goes. I reach up and cup his neck in return, let my thumb caress over the hair on his jawline and put trust in him like no one before him.
“Yours, Luke. It’s yours. I’ve been jacking off to your face for almost a month, you know? Wishful thinking.”
