Page 64 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

I’ve taken my car to work and have done as my mother said and packed a bag with a change of clothes. Y’know, just in case. He’s showing me more of the real him, not trying to make sure I’m okay every minute but taking the lead. It’s incredibly sexy and another thing an older man does so much better. When he lowers his voice and becomes all gruff, my insides tingle. When we finally make it to his bed, I know he’s going to be dominant, and I can’t wait. I want those rough hands all over me. I’m going fully prepped and prepared for everything and keeping my fingers crossed that I haven’t got his signals wrong.

“Okay, I’m leaving. Have an easy night,” I say to Jess.

“You go get him, Noah. Have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Jess waves me goodbye.

It’s no surprise that Everett has a lovely house, not with him being a builder and everything. What is a surprise is how bigit is. Why does he have a house this size when he lives alone? I’ll only get answers if I ask him. When I asked him about his past before, he never held back.

I drive my car up the drive and park next to his sleek Jaguar F-TYPE I’ve only been out in a couple of times. We’ve met up in town more than anything.

The front door opens, and Everett stands in the doorway, dressed much more casually than he has for all our dates. His jeans have faded to the palest blue, his black T-shirt is stretched tight across his broad chest, and the muscles in his arms look like they’re having a fight with the hems on the sleeves. And oh my god, his feet are bare, and isn’t that sexy as fuck? I want this gorgeous man. No way am I going home tonight.

I switch the engine off, grab my bag from the passenger seat, and get out. I want to make my intentions to stay the night clear. Hopefully, he doesn’t turn me down.

He opens his arms and pulls me against him, and when his mouth hits mine, I melt into his embrace. My bag drops onto the ground, and I wind my arms around his neck. He’s so much bigger than me, and I’ve never felt so safe.

The kiss goes on and on. We dip in and out of each other’s mouth, exploring, tasting as if it’s our first kiss. Eventually, he slows, nips my bottom lip, then lets me go.

He picks up my bag, his lip quirking up on one side, a dimple popping out. “I like your planning.”

“Is it too soon?” I whisper, crossing my fingers. Since our first kiss, I’ve imagined him naked, teasing me with his rough, calloused hands and his soft, full lips. If he says he wants to wait a little longer, I may combust.

“I’ve been wanting this with you from the moment I saw you. Let’s go inside. We can talk some more.” With my bag inone hand and the other resting just above the curve of my bum, he guides me inside.

He slips his hand a little farther down and caresses the cheek. A shiver runs down my spine. “You’re so responsive to my touch. I can’t wait to do so much more to you.” His voice is deep, gravelly, and full of want and promise.

“Then don’t make me wait any longer.” Hopefully, I sound as sure as I feel. “Please.”

He wouldn’t want to show me around, perhaps getting me a drink, now would he? Right now, I don’t care for all that. I want him inside me. I’ve felt the thickness, the girth as he pressed his body against mine. Now I want to feel his cock in my hand, taste it, and take it deep into my body. There’ll be plenty of time to see the rest of his house beyond his bedroom. I don’t plan on leaving for the whole weekend. Everett must have the same idea because he takes my hand and almost drags me to the staircase.

His bedroom is bright and airy with pale wood furniture. And huge, with the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. Photographs and pictures of the coast, lighthouses, shorelines, and shells adorn the cream walls. Totally the opposite of what I expected. “It’s gorgeous, so light and open, and are you sure your bed is big enough?” I smile. When I turn to him, he’s watching me with stormy eyes, matching the ferocity of the crashing waves in his artwork. “Are you okay? Do you not want to do this?”

“I don’t want to rush you, but god, I want to strip you out of your clothes and finally get to see what I’ve been dreaming about, fantasising over. Will you let me?” He runs his fingers through my hair and down my neck to my shoulder. “You can say stop at any time, sweetheart.”

“Everett, I want you to do all that and more. I’ve hated saying goodbye to you every night. I can’t believe you feel thesame way and haven’t asked me here before now. You have so much more restraint than me. I’ve wanked off to thoughts of you every night.”

“Fuck.” In a flash, his hands are on me, peeling my clothes up over my chest and head and tossing them carelessly onto the floor. He kisses me thoroughly, then moves his mouth over my jaw and neck, scraping his teeth over my skin. Heat flows through me, and my cock jerks in my jeans. He opens my belt, then the button, and slides the zip slowly down. As the cool air touches my bare flesh, I moan. He slips his hand down the back of my jeans to the top of my crack.

He lifts his head, eyebrows raised. “Commando?”

“Only for you.” I pant as he dips his finger down the crease, seeking the prize at its end.

Everett growls deeply. “Too right, it’s only for me.”

Jesus! I push his jeans down and tap his tight pucker. It twitches hungrily. Noah moans, trying to part his legs farther apart, but the tight denim on his thighs restricts him. He’s eager, needier than I expected. I’ve loved watching him come out of his shell as our dates have progressed, but this? This is so much more than I could’ve wished for. I kiss him again, licking deeply into his mouth as he squirms on the tip of my finger.

The kiss intensifies as he slips his hands under my shirt and pushes the soft cotton up my body. We pull apart only long enough to wrench the shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. When our lips crash again, the tables have turned, and it’s Noah who devours my mouth. He’s going to be unbelievable in bed. Playful kitten one minute and wild tiger the next. I can’t wait to have him naked and sprawled out on my mattress.

Not able to wait another minute, I lift him off the floor and lay him on my bed. Without any finesse, I yank his jeans down his legs, then shuck out of mine just as fast.

“Stay there.” I wrap my hand around my achingly hard shaft. “I want to look at you.”

He stretches like a kitten in the sunshine, dropping his gaze to my hand as I stroke myself. He rolls onto his hands and knees and crawls to the edge of the bed so his mouth is close to my cock. When he lets out a breath, the air cools my heated tip. “Such a naughty kitten.” Is he for real? I would never haveexpected him to be so confident to present himself this way. What other surprises does he have for me?

“A kitten? I like that. Do I get to play with toys too?” His eyes are dark with lust, yet not so consumed he still knows how to show off his body.

Christ, the thought of him with nipple clamps and a dildo has my cock weeping. I push my hips forward, the bead of pre-cum resting in the slit so tantalisingly close he won’t be able to resist it. As if on cue, Noah flicks his tongue out and laps at the clear fluid, capturing it and bringing a strand back to his mouth.

“Show me what you can do, baby.”

---