Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  Her feelings were getting stronger and she was becoming more certain that he was attracted to her too. With Tracey gone so often, Becca was starting to feel like she would be a better match for Trevor.

  She knew it was silly but she couldn’t stop herself from picturing herself sharing a life with Trevor. He was fifteen years her senior but smart, kind, and unbelievably handsome. And they were definitely compatible.

  Becca was at work that afternoon, staring at a painting of a naked woman in a bathtub. The gallery was empty and she had only ten more minutes before she would be leaving. It was a small gallery with few employees. Becca had a lot of responsibilities as an intern, few of which had anything to do with art. She had been disappointed when she discovered that most of her duties involved cleaning and moving the paintings around. But she wanted to stick it out, she knew it was a stepping-stone.

  Ten minutes later, the clock struck five and she grabbed her jacket and purse. Tracey said she would pick her up and Becca went out back to wait in the parking lot.

  Trevor’s car pulled up beside her and she saw him grinning at her. She brightened when she saw his car rather than her mother’s. She couldn’t help but smile as she walked around to the passenger door.

  “Hey, Becca, your mother had to head back to work so she asked me to pick you up. How was your day?” He asked her as she got in.

  She rolled her eyes, “I cleaned the bathroom for an hour today. So, yeah, great day.”

  She turned to him and gave him a sarcastic smile. He smiled at her, genuinely and put his arm on her shoulder.

  “Hey, we’ve all had to do shitty jobs early in our careers,” he glanced at her and then back at the road.

  She sighed, “Yeah, I know. Except for you.”

  He frowned, thinking for a minute, then laughed.

  “You’re right. Once you’re a firefighter, you’re a firefighter, but,” he paused to look at her again, “then you are constantly engorged in smoke and flames, so…”

  “Fair enough,” she conceded, laughing with him.

  They had a natural rapport, Becca wondered if her mother got along with him the same way.

  She asked him how his day was and he thanked her, telling her that it was good. Her mother had left early and was staying at the office late. Once again, he had spent the day without Tracey. Since Becca had returned from school, Tracey and Trevor hadn’t spent more than a couple hours at a time with one another. Tracey hadn’t spent any time with Becca, although she wasn’t expecting any different.

  Trevor pulled into the driveway, staying in the car as Becca got out.

  “You’re leaving somewhere?” She asked, a little disappointed.

  He nodded, “Yeah I have the night shift tonight, but I’ll be back around three or four this morning.”

  She widened her eyes, mouthing a “wow” at his unusual shift. She smiled at him, thanking him for the ride before he drove away.

  She walked to the house, unlocking the door and letting herself in. She smiled, thinking about Trevor. By Sunday, her mother would be gone for six days and she and Trevor would be alone.

  Chapter Two

  Becca had a few glasses of wine after she got home and sat in the living room in front of the TV. It was nearly one in the morning. Tracey had come home an hour earlier, gave Becca a wave and went straight to bed. She didn’t blame Tracey, she had worked nearly fourteen hours.

  She wondered why her mother did it. Why did she throw herself so deeply into her work, knowing that her marriage would be ruined? It had happened twice before, once with Becca’s father and again with John. Of course, Becca’s father had given her a reason to want to stay away from the house.

  She tried to clear her mind, fuzzy from the wine and bad memories. She picked up the remote, flipping through channels without really paying attention.

  Her mind went to Trevor, as it often did. She thought about where he was and what he was doing. He had told her that he often stays up with the other firefighters, playing cards and waiting for a fire. She imagined him, sitting with half dressed in his firefighting equipment. He would be wearing a dirty white sleeveless shirt, stained with his sweat and smoke. His muscles would bulge as he dealt out the cards with a sly smile on his face. He was clever and he usually won. He liked to brag to Becca a little, in a teasing way. She ate it up, loving it.

  She got up from the couch, walking into the kitchen to pour the last of the wine into her glass. She stood, leaning on the counter, thinking about Trevor. She went back to the couch slowly, lying down.

  Closing her eyes, she stretched a little. She was tired but felt restless. The throbbing in her pussy was becoming more intense and more recurrent each day. She couldn’t live platonically with Trevor for much longer. She either had to leave or do something about the chemistry between them.

  The TV was still on. She opened her eyes, checking the time. She had at least an hour and a half until Trevor got home.

  In her mind, she was with him at the fire station, just the two of them. As her hand ran down her stomach, touching her clit lightly, she imagined walking up to him, straddling him. She moved her hips around, grinding on top of him as she touched herself on the couch.

  She slid her pajama bottoms off, along with her panties so that she could touch herself more easily. Her fingers moved further down her clit, slipping into her pussy, slowly and shallowly.

  She imagined grabbing his stiff dick, circling her hips around as she felt the tip slid into her, less than an inch. Her fingers wiggled deeper inside her cunt, feeling herself get wetter as she pictured Trevor’s cock.

  She put two fingers inside of herself, pulsing them in further, wishing she knew how his cock would feel. She moved her fingers back to her clit as she imagined grinding on top of him.

  She wanted to feel his hands on her hips, griping her as she moved faster on his hard cock. Most of all, she wanted to see his face, his impossibly handsome face, as he felt her tight, virgin pussy.

  Her fingers went back down to her wet, slippery cunt, plunging deep into herself as she circled her hips around on the couch. She spread her legs a little further, hitting her g-spot, sending a shower of tingles up her body. The sensation made her shiver and she smiled a little, taking a deep breath to extend the pleasure.

  She pulled her fingers out slowly, placing them back on her clit as she rubbed lightly. Her other hand traveled up to her chest, grabbing her boob as her body relaxed with the orgasm.

  The sensation waved over her body, building a little more as she swirled her finger over her clit. Her movements were slow but the heat in her pussy exploded, running through her body. She sighed with the beautiful feeling, imaging Trevor beneath her, pressing his mouth against hers.

  The floor creaked. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard another noise. Someone was walking the short distance from the entrance to the living room. Her eyes snapped open and she could see the silhouette of Trevor standing only a few feet away from the couch.

  He was frozen, watching her and she was frozen on the couch, with her hand on her wet pussy. She drew her hand away from herself, watching him watch her hand as it trailed up to her boobs. Her shirt was pushed up over her chest so that she was nearly naked.

  Now they had both been naked in front of each other and it made the tension incredible. Both of their eyes were wide, staring at one another.

  “Becca...” he said, backing away.

  He turned his head down, looking away from her and made his way to the stairs. Becca sat up, moving to the other end of the couch to watch him stumble to the stairs, looking like he’d seen a ghost.

  Trembling, she pulled her pants back on slowly, thinking about how he had lingered. He could see that her fingers were between her legs and he stopped to watch her. He looked like he had been hypnotized.

  She smiled to herself, biting her lip to stop it from spreading too wide. She was absolutely sure that he wanted her.

  And he would have her.

  Chapter Three<
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  At seven the next morning, Tracey poked her head into Becca’s room to say goodbye to her.

  When she heard the door creak open, she shot up in bed, thinking it was Trevor. She lay back down when she saw it was her mother, murmuring a goodbye as she closed her eyes. She had barely slept, anticipating her mother’s week away and her opportunity to seduce Trevor.

  She knew it would work, she was just deciding how to approach him. She wondered if she could be honest and simply tell him she fell for him the minute she laid eyes on him.

  But the more she thought about telling him the truth, the more she was convinced he would think she was a love sick teenager. She was twenty, and wanted him to know that she was mature. She wanted to be casual about sex but she didn’t know how. She wasn’t sure if she should tell him about her virginity.

  When she got out of bed and left her room, Trevor was gone from the house. She was a little relieved. In her mind, seducing him was so easy but she couldn’t bring herself to even hug him when she was actually around him. Sex was so foreign to her, it was easier said than done.

  Becca went to the kitchen to fry an egg for herself and make some coffee. She was happy that her mother was gone, more than just because it left her alone with Trevor.

  Never really spending any time with Tracey, she was little more than a fleeting presence in her life. She always felt better when her mother wasn’t there at all than having her barely there.

  When her egg was done, she sat at the table with her coffee, eating slowly. As she chewed, she stared out the window with her thoughts swirling around Trevor, of course.

  She asked herself if she was crazy, thinking about losing her virginity to her stepfather, stealing him from her mother.

  It is insane, she thought to herself, shaking her head. Her eyes widened as she had a realization.

  I can’t have a relationship with Trevor! Mom would never speak to me again, I can’t do that to her, Becca frowned as she thought to herself. She couldn’t break up her mother and Trevor.

  But maybe she and Trevor could just have sex.

  Maybe just once? Mom would never know, she bit her lip, shocked at herself but yearning so badly for Trevor, she was convinced.

  She got up from the table, bringing her dishes to the sink. She turned on the tap, filling the sink with soap and water to wash the plates and pans that lined the counter. She raised her eyebrows, recalling how poor of a housekeeper her mother had always been.

  Immersing her hands into the hot soapy water, a shudder ran through her body, feeling how hot it really was. She pulled the out, wiping them on her shirt. The shorts she wore were too small to dry her wet hands.

  She dunked the frying pan into the water, turning the cold tap on. The water splashed on her as she scrubbed and her t-shirt got even wetter. Her nipples started to stiffen underneath the cotton as the water cooled over her chest.

  The door shut and she jumped a little, knowing Trevor was back. Her eyes were wide and her lip was close to trembling as she realized that she had an opportunity to approach him. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she looked down, realizing that she could see her nipples through her shirt.

  She smiled a little, hoping that it would work in her advantage.

  Trevor walked into the kitchen slowly, and a little awkwardly after their last interaction. His eyes went from her face down to her nipples as soon as he walked into the kitchen. Becca had to stop herself from giggling.

  He cleared his throat, bringing his eyes up to her face. His cheeks were a little red. He paced past her, towards the living room.

  “Becca, look, I’m so sorry about last night,” he looked away from her, at her chest, and then back to her face. Becca’s heart hammered inside her, seeing Trevor’s lust for her.

  “Becca, I didn’t meant to… interrupt,” he paused, putting his hands up, not knowing how to continue.

  He looked at Becca’s face and saw her smiling. The corner of his mouth lifted, returning the smile. There was still confusion on his face.

  Becca took a breath and walked towards him. She moved very slowly and Trevor started to frown, his mouth opening slightly.

  When she was about a foot away from him, she stopped, leaning on one side of her body and looking up at him. She tried not to stutter when she spoke.

  “I didn’t mind,” she controlled her breath, trying to keep herself calm. It made her chest bulk out even more, demanding Trevor’s attention.

  He wanted to put his mouth around her tits and she could see it in his eyes. But he knew he had to restrain himself.

  This is your stepdaughter, he thought to himself with repugnance.

  But when he looked at her, he couldn’t feel anything besides a hunger for her that he wasn’t sure he could control anymore.

  And there she was, giving him the green light.

  It’s not like she wasn’t old enough, but he didn’t want to hurt Tracey. But he couldn’t stop himself from imagining her tight, wet pussy. He had taken everything in him the previous night not to put his face between her splayed legs when he caught her on the couch.

  Becca took a step closer to him, putting her hand on his hard chest. She looked up at him, waiting to see if he would make the next move. She wasn’t sure that she could do it herself.

  Chapter Four

  He pulled away from her, putting his hands up in protest. He took a step back, into the living room. He tore his eyes away from hers.

  “Becca,” he shook his head a few times, but brought his eyes back to hers.

  Determined, she step forward again, this time grabbing his hands and bringing them down to her hips. She swallowed, gazing into his eyes.

  His hands ran up from her hips to her boobs slowly and he was about to lean down but he pulled away suddenly.

  “Why are you doing this, Becca? You’re making this difficult,” he turned from her.

  She put a hand on his shoulder and opened her mouth to speak, finding her voice.

  “I’ve never…” she started out but frowned at herself, starting over, “I told you I was lonely at school.”

  Her hand grazed his back and he turned back to her as she pulled it away from him. She looked up at him, crossing her arms underneath her tits so that they popped out of the low collar of her shirt.

  He glanced down and back up quickly, rolling his eyes at her, saying, “Seriously, Becca.”

  He put a hand up to cover her cleavage from his view, but she grabbed it and put in on her boob.

  “Trevor, I need someone to show me…” she put both hands on his chest now, drawing closer to him.

  “Show me what it’s like to be with a man,” she whispered.

  His arms slid to her back, tightening around her. He pulled her close, exhaling sharply as her body pressed into his. He could feel her heart pounding underneath her tits against his ribs.

  He looked down at her, wondering what she was thinking.

  “Just once,” she said, her eyes sparkling as they stared up into his. Her voice was quiet but sounded a little desperate.

  His cock started to harden as soon as he hear her say it.

  Fuck, he thought to himself before his mind was clouded with lust, just once.

  He pressed his mouth down on hers hard, prying her lips apart with his tongue. Her mouth tasted sweet and her tongue was soft. He swirled his tongue around the tip of hers, pulling her even closer.

  Her eyes were closed and fluttering a bit. She couldn’t believe how easy it had been to coax him into it. Her pussy was wet and sticky with desire already.

  He grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it off of her. He took a moment to study her tits, bringing his hands up to them slowly. He leaned down again to kiss her, playing with her nipples.

  She was moaning already. Her entire body was tingling with arousal and she felt like she could orgasm at any second. Her chest heaved as she took in a deep breath and he felt her press her tits into his hands. He squeezed them lightly in return and she squealed a
little.

  He pulled away, scanning her face. She stood on her toes, meeting his lips as he leaned back down. He took his hands down to her waist, then dragged them down to her ass, squeezing it.

  His cock was rock hard and throbbing as he felt her body. He wanted to fuck her more than anyone else he had met before. She was so tight, young, and innocent but unbelievably eager to be with him. He couldn’t resist her.

  He pulled back from her, tearing off his own shirt while her hands went to the waist of his jeans. She undid the button, then looked up at him, waiting.

  He pulled her shorts off instead, finding no underwear underneath. His dick was sticking out of the waist of his pants, begging to be touched. Becca glanced down, her eyes widening.

  He pushed his pants and briefs down, letting them fall to the floor. She backed away from him a little and fell back onto the couch. She looked up at him, spreading her legs a little as she bit her lip.

  She scooted up to the other end of the couch as he crawled on top of her. He put a hand on her pussy, pleasantly surprised at how wet she was. He slipped a finger into her and was pleasantly surprised again. Her cunt was remarkably tight.

  He brought his lips to hers and her tongue lapped at his eagerly. He slid his finger in her deeper, feeling his cock grow impossibly stiff.

  He brought his mouth down to her tits, sucking on her nipples. Her moaning became louder and he could feel her come on his fingers. He took his fingers out of her, looking at her face. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were flushed.

  He frowned as he watched her and a thought that hadn’t occurred to him before flew into his head.

  He leaned down to her ear, whispering, “Are you a virgin?”

  He pulled away and she nodded slowly, looking more innocent than before. She smiled a little as the look on his own face changed.

  He took his cock in his hand, coming down on top of Becca. He slid an arm underneath her, supporting her. He put the tip of his cock on the wet slit of her pussy.