Gardener: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 18)

by Flora Ferrari

  He reaches out from the side of the house and grabs me, pulling my body into his, and pulling us back into the concealed area.

  I’m breathing hard, my hands pressed against his chest, which is just as hard as the sidewalk. Without thinking my fingertips spread and I run my hands down his body. I can feel each and every one of his muscles as I slowly bring my hands down lower. Even this guy’s muscles have muscles I’m thinking, and before I realize it I’m below his belly button. I fan my hands out wide and run them back up, tracing that line of his pelvis…but why am I going in the opposite direction of where I want to be going?

  I see his forearms and I know why. I grab his arms and run my hands upward feeling his muscles, which are like twisted ropes. I get to his elbows and I can feel just where his forearms end and his upper arms begin. I slide along his biceps before squeezing, but there’s no give. The backs of his arms are as solid as the front.

  I feel my breath shorten and a wetness between my legs. I’ve never been so horny, nor so fast, for a guy my entire life.

  I let my hands go where they want, as the slide along the outside of him. I’m stretching as I reach up and take as much of his shoulders as I can in each hand, before my hands come back toward the middle of his chest and I make eye contact with him. Oh my, god. Was I oblivious this entire time? I was totally lost in the moment.

  “Enjoying yourself,” he says, with a smirk just as confident as his words?

  I shake my head yes and tell myself this isn’t going any further, until his giant hand comes up wrapping around my wrist and sliding my hand further back down his body.

  CHAPTER 3

  Duke

  I haven’t had sex since I’ve been in country…or out of it for that matter. The offers have been pouring in since I got back, but that’s not the kind of guy I am. My parents have been married for forty-three years. They’ve stayed loyal, faithful, and committed to each other the entire time. It’s easy to see they’re as happy today as they’ve always been. That’s what I’ve always wanted, but right now I want her.

  I’ve never felt such an urge with a woman. I’m not sure if you can call her that since she doesn’t look to be anywhere near my age, but you can see in her eyes that this kind of craziness is just as new to her as it is to me. Yeah, I’m confident about my body. I’ve worked hard to get it. Years and years of lifting that cold hard iron, pumping morning and night to develop this physique, and I’m not about to share it with just anybody.

  But she’s as far as you can get from just anybody. She’s damn near perfect. As much as I want to say perfect, I don’t know her yet, but from what I’ve seen and heard so far I know there’s not a girl I’ve ever wanted more.

  I’m trained in surveillance and countermeasures, and did I ever pull a countermeasure on her. I got a kick out of her trying to check me out from underneath the bushes. I mean, I guess she has every right. After twenty years in the field I’m just so used to showering anywhere I can get one. Afghanistan will do that to you. But I’m not in Afghanistan right now. I’m here. Here with her, and it feels damn good.

  I guide her hand lower, not going too fast or too slow. I want her to know I’m in control, but I need her to know she’s safe. If she doesn’t want this, or if I feel her hand pull up for a fraction of a second I’m stopping. But she’s not giving me any indication of that. Her hands are off to the races and looking to get to the finish line. I’m the jockey holding her back, until I can’t resist anymore.

  Our hands reach the top of my pubic bone and I loosen my grip, letting her fingertips go where they want. She continues her downward descent, rolling her hand over so she can take my length in her grasp. I barely notice the concrete wall behind me as my head finds it, leaning back as my eyes close momentarily as her small hand wraps around my huge cock. Her touch is so feminine, yet so powerful at the same time. She’s got magic in those hands as she runs her grip down my shaft and back up sending me straight up like a flag pole.

  I can’t take this anymore. I have to have her in my hands, just as I’m in hers. I bring my hands to her waist and tighten my grip. She fits my hands perfect. She belongs in them, and I need to feel more.

  I bring my hands up along the sides of her body as she continues stroking my shaft. A few inches later I’m turning my hands over and sliding them up the middle of her body, splitting her breasts.

  I run them in half-circles above her breasts, and then slowly trace the outer edges where her tits connect to her chest, before coming around and up from underneath. I look down at her and she looks up at me. I want to see her reaction, as I take her breasts in my hands. Her lips open and her grip tightens around my dick, just as I squeeze harder on her tits.

  I feel the precum forming and I have to have her. I have to own her right now or I’m going to explode.

  I release her breasts and grab her back, pulling her into me as my mouth crashes down on hers. She’s shocked. I can tell she wasn’t ready for it, but she doesn’t pull away either.

  My lips open and my tongue presses against her lips, which open for me instantly allowing my tongue to slide in. We’re face fucking each other, but I want the real thing.

  I quickly spin us around, changing positions so now her back is against the wall. I reach for her button-fly as she furiously grabs at my rod.

  I open her pants as fast as I can before grabbing her jeans and underwear in my hands and jerking them down mid-thigh, exposing her gorgeous pussy.

  I slide in closer to her as she’s fumbling with my cock trying to jam it inside herself. Seeing her want me so bad is the biggest turn-on in the world.

  She’s up on her tiptoes before I can even get my cock in my own hands. She steps forward and drops herself down onto my rock hard dick. “Uhhh,” I say as I feel my girth opening her up. “Ahh,” she says as her mouth opens and her pussy stretches wide for me. I put my chin on her shoulder and grab that amazing ass of hers, lifting her up off the ground and dropping her back onto my cock, time and time again.

  “Ahhhhh….ahhh…ah,” she says as I feel her body tremble in my hands and her pussy clamp down on me. I continue impaling her, but I know I can’t take this much more.

  “I’m cumming!” she screams.

  “I’m going to explode,” I say, pulling out.

  “No!” she scrams, grabbing for my dick.

  “I’ll come on you,” I say, grabbing her shirt and yanking it upwards, exposing her stomach.

  “Come in me,” she says, lifting herself back up and onto my dick again before raising and lowering herself on her tiptoes, causing her to slide along my member.

  As much as it’s not the smart thing to do, I want to plant my cum in her just as much as she wants it.

  I grab her by the hips and pound her up and down on my dick, as her feet come off the ground and wrap around me.

  I’m thrusting from my hips faster and harder, and I can’t hold out any more as I absolutely erupt deep inside her, feeling the shockwaves in my cock as it continues pumping out cum.

  I lean forward from the lightheadedness and feel my forehead hit the concrete. I hold still, my mouth open, as jizz continues to explode from inside me into her.

  A full half minute of aftershocks pass and I pull my face from the wall, looking at her.

  “You are absolutely beautiful and amazing,” I say. “And my cum is going to be dripping out of you until next week.”

  She hasn’t caught her breath, but she doesn’t need to. I just watch her chest rise and fall and take in the craziness. Something so wrong, never felt so right.

  CHAPTER 4

  Daisy

  I can feel the heat in my face. I know my cheeks are red, partly from the stubble of his beard and partly because I’m embarrassed at what just happened. How did this escalate so quickly? I was safely inside having girl time half an hour ago, and now here I am flush and properly fucked against the outside wall of my own house. I’ve never done anything like this before, and part of me is feeling regret. Scratc
h that, a lot of me is feeling regret. But there’s still a part of me that doesn’t. If I had passed up this opportunity I would have always wondered “what if.”

  And it’s not the type of “what if” to cross off the bucket list, but the “what if” this incredible man was here today, gone tomorrow. My dad’s a perfectionist and he goes through gardeners like I go through hair ties.

  I’m still breathing hard when he sets me down. You’d think the lust would have left me after what he just gave me, but I still want him. I’m ready for more, but I know we can’t…not here at least, and not now. My dad will be home from work within the hour and I’m not taking any chances. I’m paying this guy for his services, not those kinds, and getting him out of here. I can’t be around him right now. My dad will surely detect something. He’s B.S. detector is always on, and has been honed through years of practice.

  But what definitely was no B.S. was the rush he just gave me. Good grief! I’d been waiting on my ex to show me he really wanted me all these years, and now I see all I really needed was the right guy. A guy who really wants me. A guy who has to have me. And maybe, an older guy?

  I’ve never had a thing for older guys, but there’s something about him. The way he knew just how to touch me. The way he made me feel safe by pulling me into the passageway so no one could see. He gave me that thrill of sex in public while eliminating the chance that we might actually get caught. But there was always that small chance we might, and that’s part of what made it so hot.

  His skin is more weathered than I’m used to. I’m not sure if it’s the years of sun exposure from working outside, or just his age. He wears it well, perfect actually. It distinguishes him and separates him from the type of guys I’m normally around. He’s not old, per say. He’s just older. With age comes experience and with experience comes life’s successes and failures. And as far as successes go this one is off the charts, for me at least. But I need this to be over now, before something so hot and fast crashes and burns.

  “So,” I say, as I straighten myself out.

  “So,” he says. He’s towering over me, as he reaches around me for a towel that’s sitting on top of his backpack. He begins toweling himself off like he’s done it a million times in the men’s locker room for whatever numerous sports he’s played. He definitely played high school sports, and it sure looks like he played in college, and maybe even some advanced amateur competitions recently. The man clearly hasn’t lost a step.

  “I guess I better pay you. I’m sure you have somewhere else to be,” I say.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” he says, as he stops in the middle of drying his upper thigh just in time to shoot me a strange glance.

  “Sorry, I just mean that…well…you know…I have to pay you for the job you did.”

  He resumes drying, but never takes his eyes off me. He says nothing as he slides into his pants, before putting on his white V-neck T-shirt. He laces up his boots and throws his backpack over his shoulder. Finally he says, “I’m not sure if this is supposed to be some kind of juvenile joke that millennials use, but either way you’re way out of line.”

  He’s obviously angry, but I can see past it. There’s a hurt in his eyes that he just can’t hide. It makes me wonder what this all really meant to him. If he was this easy, I’m guessing this isn’t his first time. Then again he’s probably thinking the same about me. What started off great is threatening to end up not so well. I’m on the rebound and I let my emotions get the best of me. I take responsibility for what I did, but it needs to end here, even though I’d really like to know more about this guy…this man.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean any harm. Let me just run and grab your money.”

  I go to take a step forward, but he slides in blocking me. He puts his hands up on the concrete wall above and behind me. He’s got me pinned in and as much as it should be scaring me, it’s got my pussy begging for a second go round with this gorgeous gardener.

  In this position it’s much more clear just how much bigger he is than me. His shoulders are spread wide and the V shape of his torso is accentuated even more.

  “Let’s get one thing straight, right fucking now. I’m not some sort of gigolo, or whatever it is your high and mighty condescending opinion of me might be. Do you understand me?” he says.

  I nod my head yes.

  “Good,” he says. “Just keep your childish, and foolish, opinions of me to yourself,” he says, moving away so I can pass, but I don’t dare. He steps through the passageway and shakes his head as he turns onto the grass, and out of my view.

  I stay still for a moment in order to catch my breath. Jesus, no man except for my dad has ever spoken to me that way before…and strangely I realize just how much I’ve been missing out. I feel like guys my age are always walking on eggshells around girls. They’re afraid to offend us so they just go into some default puppy dog state where they agree with everything we say. Just smile and wag their tails with their tongues hanging out, hoping it will get them somewhere. It doesn’t of course.

  I count backwards from ten and decide it’s time to go out and around and back in my house. I need a shower before dad gets home. I’m not taking any chances.

  I hear the doorbell ring and freeze up. Who in the hell is here, and did they see?

  I creep out from around the side of the house and look up at the front door. What in the world? Mystery man is ringing the bell. Scratch that, he’s knocking, old school style. What decade is this guy from?

  I step out onto the grass, determined to get this guy out of here asap.

  “Can I help you?” I say.

  He looks up from the old Nokia brick phone he’s fumbling with, trying to figure out how to get it to work. It’s cute, but I try not to smile.

  “I don’t need any help. Thanks,” he says gruffly, before stuffing the phone back into his backpack and pounding on the door again.

  “I’m right here,” I say.

  He turns to look at me in that “didn’t I get rid of you” type of way, before saying, “I’m not looking for you. I’m looking for Tim.”

  “He’ll be home within an hour.”

  He looks back at the door before raising his head to the sky and exhaling hard. He turns and sits in front of my house! I have got to get rid of this guy.

  “If you give me your name I let him know you were looking for him.”

  “I’ll wait,” he says.

  “But I can just tell him you came by. It’s not a problem. I mean, he’ll see you were hear by the work you did.” This guy definitely isn’t getting the message.

  “Look,” he scowls. “I’m not leaving a message with some neighbor. I’ll wait for him right here.”

  My eyes dart around in their sockets, trying to piece together his words. Some neighbor! Who does he…think…I…am?

  “I live here. I can give him the message.”

  “Now I’ve heard it all. I clearly see you walking down the street, you trespass on my buddy’s property, and now you’re going to try and tell me you live in his house? Nice try. I think it’s time you get going.”

  “It’s time you get going! I’m his fucking daughter!”

  His eyes glaze over and my words echo out down the block.

  “Daisy?”

  “Who else?”

  He looks confused, before his body suddenly relaxes. He’s suddenly comfortable again, not believing a word I said. “No you’re not.”

  I march right over to him and reach into my back pocket. I whip out my driver’s license and shove it right in front of his face. He’s looking up at me with a big shit-eating grin, before his eyes drop down. I see him look at the picture, then my information, then back up at me again. That grin is wiped right off his face.

  CHAPTER 5

  Tim

  One day later

  R eady to do this?” I say to Duke as I jump out of my big ‘ol Ford pickup truck, and move quickly towards the area where he’s waiting.

  “Waiting on
you, old man,” he shoots back at me. Smart-ass SEAL.

  “We can’t all afford to have Uncle Sam paying to keep us so damn fit these last twelve months.”

  “You’re the one who decided to swing with the 1st Civ Div, brother,” Duke says, making reference to the term us military types use for civilian life, the First Civilian Division.

  I give him a firm handshake and a quick embrace. It was too bad Duke couldn’t wait up for me yesterday. I always enjoy going back and forth with him. Smart-ass versus smart-ass. Yesterday I was looking forward to showing him my plans for the room I want to add onto my house. The guy’s a genius with his hands. I felt bad offering him a job as a lowly gardener, but he needed something quick to build up his cash flow as he transitioned to life after the Navy.