Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  “Good morning,” he said to her with a voice that she couldn’t help but find seductive.

  “Morning,” she said to him quickly, bringing the cup to her lips to hide her smile. She looked away from him.

  They sat in silence for a moment. Becca wondered what to say, knowing that she should say something. She thought that if she’d gotten to know him, her crush would go away. He was thirty-six, so what could they possibly have in common?

  “So, what is it that you do for work? My mom never told me,” she glanced up at him and back down to her mug, waiting for his response. Having broken the tension, she felt a little more relaxed.

  “I’m a firefighter,” he said to her casually, almost surprised that Tracey hadn’t mentioned it before.

  She smiled politely, rolling her eyes after he looked away.

  Of course he’s a firefighter. Could he be any sexier? She thought, shaking her head. Getting rid of her crush on him would be harder than she thought.

  “How is…” he paused, “art school?” He asked, searching for the right words.

  She nodded, confirming what he had said. She shrugged a little, meeting his gaze.

  “It’s good,” she said. He kept staring at her and she felt compelled to continue, “I love my classes and the professors are great. It just… gets lonely, I guess.”

  She looked away, but he didn’t, keeping his eyes on her. She glanced back up to his warm brown eyes and he raised his eyebrows, expecting her to keep talking.

  She shrugged again instead, smiling at him but didn’t continue.

  He set his fork down on his plate of eggs in front of him. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and his muscles were bulging as he moved. He brought both elbows to the table, lacing his hands together in front of his face.

  Some of his dark chest hair peeked out of the top of his shirt, making Becca shiver with delight as she pictured his bare chest.

  “You haven’t made many friends there?” He asked her.

  She shook her head, “No, I have friends,” she paused, blushing a little, “but all of the students there are girls.” She paused again, “it’s an all-girls school, and I’m kind of on the shy side so it’s not easy to meet anyone, you know?”

  She tucked her hair behind her ears, feeling shy in front of him. She was constantly worried that he knew she had an attraction for him.

  He nodded at her, putting his hands down. He cocked his head a little and started to smile at her.

  “Well, maybe you’ll meet someone this summer, before you head back to school,” he winked at her and her heart leapt into her throat.

  He got up from the table, leaving her alone, scanning what he had said for his intention. She put her head down on the surface in front of her. It hadn’t really sounded flirtatious the way he said it but her heart was still pounding.

  She finished her coffee and went into the kitchen with her mug. She avoided Trevor’s gaze and hurried back up the stairs to her room. She flopped down in her bed and exhaled sharply, thinking about the long day ahead of her.

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  Her mother brought take-out home with her when she returned that evening and they all sat down again to eat. It was strange for Becca to be eating with a family. And it didn’t really feel like her family.

  It was just herself, her mother and her mother’s husband.

  She watched them from across the table, looking indifferent but still astounded that he was her step-dad.

  Trevor had his arm around her and kissed her on the cheek as she brought the chopsticks to her mouth. Becca saw her mother smile with a joy she never shared with her daughter.

  She was instantly reminded of Tracey’s last husband, John.

  Her mother turned to her, “How was your day, Becca?”

  She smiled at her mother, “Fine. It’s weird not having anything to do for a while.”

  Tracey grinned, nodding and turned back to Trevor, who was still looking at Becca.

  “You didn’t tell me that Becca was such an amazing artist,” he said to Tracey, keeping his eyes on Becca.

  “She’s very talented,” her mother quickly agreed.

  During the afternoon, Trevor had asked Becca if she had any of her artwork with her that she could show him. A little reluctantly, she had shown him a couple of smaller paintings that she brought home with her. He marveled over them as she eyed him, watching his expression. He seemed to genuinely like what she had done and it didn’t help with her sexual attraction to him. She was starting to like him more and more.

  After dinner, she returned to her bedroom, leaving her mother and Trevor alone. Her friend, Tanya, would be back in the neighborhood the next day and had a place of her own that Becca could escape to.

  She took her painting supplies out of an old brown leather bag and set up her easel. She took out her paints one by one and then a glass jar. A grimace spread across her face as she realized she would need to go fill the jar in the sink downstairs.

  Tiptoeing down the stairs, she went to the kitchen quickly. She was prepared to see her mom and Trevor fooling around, or gazing into each other’s eyes like newlyweds do, but they were no longer in the kitchen.

  She gave a small sigh of relief and filled up her large jar with water, making her way back to the staircase. She could see that the TV was on in the living room and assumed that Trevor was watching hockey. He was talking about his favorite team during dinner while Tracey was on her cell phone.

  Becca hurried back to her room, happy to avoid both of them. She set the jar down on a stool. Another glass jar, sitting beside the water, held dozens of various sized brushes. She ran her fingers over them, searching.

  “Fuck, mom!” she said loudly, cursing her mother.

  Her thinnest, fine-point brush was missing and she knew where it was. For years, her mother had taken her paint brushes to use for putting on her make-up and it drove Becca crazy.

  She stormed out of her room and into her mother’s. The door was wide open and she didn’t see her anywhere.

  She must be with Trevor. Ugh, what kind of moron ruins a paint brush with eyeliner? She grumbled to herself as she scanned her mother’s vanity for the brush.

  The bathroom door opened behind her and the creak of it startled her. She spun around quickly, with one hand on her heart, expecting to see Tracey.

  Trevor was standing there instead, completely naked. His body and hair were wet, sending beads of water trailing down his well-defined muscles.

  Chapter Four

  Trevor’s wet, dark hair dripped onto his face, hanging around his eyes in a sexy way. His biceps and pecs were glistening with the water and Becca’s eyes ran down his stomach. His cock hung low, thick between his muscular thighs.

  Becca’s mouth gaped open and her eyes widened as she scanned his body, almost involuntarily. Her nipples started to harden with the excitement that his amazing body gave her.

  She took in a sharp breath as her eyes ran up to his face to meet his. He was frozen in place and for a few seconds they just stared at each other.

  Becca’s hand fell from her chest as it heaved, with her heart pounding beneath it. She started to speak, stuttering as her eyes went back to his cock. She could swear that it was getting bigger as she looked at it.

  “Becca… I… fuck…I thought you were Trace…” he hopped back into the bathroom as he spoke, hiding himself a little.

  She put her hands up, apologizing profusely and went back into her room, shutting her door behind her.

  She sat down on the stool in front of her easel and put her face in her hands. She couldn’t get the image of his naked body out of her head. And although she was trying to forget it, she didn’t want to.

  Lifting her head out of her hands, she gave her head a shake and took a deep breath. She picked up a palette and squeezed some paint onto it.

  She started to paint, absent-mindedly as she did before art school. She liked to let her brush wander with her mind.

  She thought about schoo
l and how alone she felt there. She started to realize that she felt just as alone in her mother’s house and her shoulders dropped a little. Like she had said to Trevor, she had plenty of friends, but many of them had boyfriends at home or had at least had relationships.

  The furthest she’d gone with a guy had been one night during her senior year at the academy. She had snuck out with another girl and met some boys from another academy.

  Just as the guy’s hand had started to slide up her thigh and under her skirt, they saw flashlights. They boys were caught, but Becca and her friend had snuck back into their rooms, undetected.

  The thrill of it, almost getting caught, was almost more exciting to her than the boy’s hand running up her leg. She had wanted to feel what it was like to have someone else touch her pussy.

  As she painted, she heard a sound outside her door. A creak signaling that someone was just outside her room. Her eyes went wide. Was it Trevor or Tracey?

  She didn’t want to talk to either of them. She waited for someone to come in but whoever it was just walked away.

  She shrugged, turning from the door to look at her painting. She gasped and started to smear paint over what she had done.

  It was Trevor, his sparkling eyes and his well-endowed body. She had to say that for painting somewhat blindly, she had rendered him quite well.

  But that was beyond the point. Her feelings for him were inappropriate and she had to put a stop to it. She had no idea how.

  She focused her eyes on the blurry mess of paint on the canvas in front of her. She sighed heavily and grabbed the jar of dirty water. Her brushes had to be cleaned and that meant she would have to go downstairs.

  She made her way to the stairs, hoping that her mother and Trevor weren’t in the kitchen.

  Tracey was.

  “Hey,” she said to her mother, glancing at her. If Trevor had told her what happened, Tracey would either tease her a little or simply ignore it, laughing it off.

  Her mother smiled at her, giving no indication that she knew her daughter had eyed up her naked husband.

  “What are you doing tonight?” Her mom asked her.

  Becca paused, “Uh, just painting. That’s all.”

  Tracey nodded and made a cup of tea, pouring a little whiskey in it.

  “Hard day?” Becca asked, eyeing her mom’s mug.

  Tracey sighed heavily, nodding.

  “I have a long trip coming up next week,” she took a sip of her tea, “Just married, and I have to leave for a week.”

  Becca gave her a tight smile. She wanted to tell her mother that she had been a lawyer for a long time, and that she should have known that her work would keep her busy. She wanted to say that if she wanted to put some actual effort into her newest marriage, she would have to take a look at her priorities.

  But she said nothing, knowing her mother would scold her for being disrespectful. Becca resented her for not giving her the mother-daughter relationship she had always seen in movies, but it was impossible for Becca to argue with a well-practiced lawyer.

  Tracey wanted what was best for Becca. Safety and a good education. Becca had gotten that. She had only missed out on interacting with boys and exploring her own sexuality, at least with a partner. After having a baby at such a young age, abstinence was exactly what Tracey thought best for Becca.

  And she had gotten what she wanted, but it certainly wasn’t what Becca wanted.

  Chapter Five

  Back in her bedroom, with an empty jar full of clean brushes, she lay down in her bed. It was still quite early but she was ready for the day to be over with.

  She had taken off all of her clothes except for her panties. Her light blonde hair was grazing over her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure down her flat tummy and to her virgin loins. The image of Trevor, naked and dripping wet was burned into her mind.

  She stopped trying to change her focus and allowed her mind to stay on Trevor. Her pussy started to tingle and she brought her hands to her tits, brushing her nipples lightly with her finger tips.

  She grabbed her boobs, rubbing them as her hips started to sway slightly. She imagined Trevor, standing naked in front of her but rather than leave, she walks up towards him.

  His cock springs up, hard and thick as she grabs it, wrapping her fingers around the shaft.

  She wondered what it would feel like in her hand as she imagined stroking it. What would it be like to have him inside of her?

  Her hand ran down to her pussy as she moved her hips eagerly, laying on her back in her bed. She imagined her fingers were his tongue, swirling around her clit as her pussy grew wet with desire for him. She flicked her fingers over her clit, sliding them down a little further to feel her slippery cunt.

  In her fantasy, Trevor picks her up and brings her to the bed. Climbing on top of her, he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip of it around her pussy, teasing her. He kisses her softly, pushing his tongue in her mouth to taste her.

  As his cock slides into her, she slid two fingers into her pussy, twitching with the pleasure of imagining him. She fantasized about his hot, hard flesh slipping in her tight slit.

  Imagining him on top of her, thrusting into her wet, eager pussy, she ran a hand up to her left breast. She wanted to feel his cock inside of her badly as she fingered herself deeper and harder.

  Her hips wound around as she pulled her fingers up to her clit, circling them around the apex of her pussy. She felt a warm tingle build up as she moved her fingers faster. She focused on the sensation, imagining how much more intense it would be if he fucked her.

  She slid her fingers back down to her pussy and brought her other hand down to rub her clit. Her legs fell apart with the pleasure she gave herself, imagining that it was Trevor.

  She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, keeping her other hand on her clit, moving her fingers faster. She felt herself come and she kept touching herself, trying to extend the sensation.

  The tingle ran up to her chest and faded as she pulled her other hand away from her clit. She sighed, half satisfied with her orgasm, still yearning for Trevor. She wanted him and was trying to convince herself that it was ridiculous to think that she could have him.

  But she couldn’t help but think that her mother would be gone, for an entire week. Not only that, but Tracey would spent most of her days away from both Trevor and Becca. Her work was her life and she had never changed her routine. Not for her husbands, and certainly not for her daughter.

  She would have a lot of alone time with Trevor.

  Becca squeezed her eyes shut and reprimanded herself.

  Trevor is your step-dad, thinking about him like this is not okay, she reminded herself, over and over.

  But it was no use, she couldn’t stop thinking about his muscles and his enormous cock.

  Her pussy started to ache as she thought about him and her hand traveled back down to her clit. She rubbed it lightly, starting to move again and imagined Trevor’s dick sliding back inside of her.

  Her finger slipped back into her pussy and her body started to tingle again, even more intensely this time.

  I have to have him, she thought to herself, desperately. I can’t remain a virgin forever! I don’t want to…

  The End of Book 1 of 5

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  Book 22: Virgin Stepdaughter 2

  Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  Becca was starting a summer internship at an art gallery located near their house. She was
happy to be out of the house and away from Trevor. His work schedule was irregular and he was often on-call. She was never sure when he’d be home.

  The uncertainty had put her a little on edge. She was always waiting for him to pop into the kitchen or living room, sending her heat into her throat and making her blush.

  The most nerve-wracking part was that she could swear that he blushed a little bit, too. At first, she thought that maybe he knew she had a crush on him and that it embarrassed him. But then, when she started meeting his gaze more and more, she saw something in his eyes. A desire for her.

  When Tracey was around, which wasn’t often, Trevor tried to include Becca in what they were doing. Becca thought it was to make them feel more like a family, especially since her mother never tried.

  He was an incredibly considerate man, it was part of her attraction to him. Probably part of her mother’s attraction to him as well.

  When Tracey wasn’t around, he was just as kind but there was a tension between them. Sitting with him on the couch, it felt like at any moment, her fantasies could come true. She knew that it was wrong, but her desire to be with him felt so natural.

  She would steal glances when she thought he wasn’t looking, smiling at him politely when he caught her. She thought that maybe, he was looking at her, too.

  It was Friday and she was starting to feel more comfortable with Trevor after her first week back home. She had spent the week working her internship and tried to tell her mother about it but ended up talking more with Trevor.

  Tracey was busy, often on the phone and Trevor like to relax when he was off of work. He was always willing to listen to Becca and she was finally getting used to the male attention. She’d never really had it before and it made it impossible for her to get over him.