Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

But she still felt resentment, even though she knew Tracey was the one who should hate her, not the other way around.

  She thought about admitting to her mother what she and Trevor had done. Then, her mother would divorce him and Becca would go back to college. Tracey and Becca never spent time together anyway, so why not?

  Because Becca couldn’t do that to her mom. She had never wanted to hurt her but everything with Trevor had happened so fast and fell into place so easily, it was like it was meant to be.

  Maybe that’s his effect on women, she wondered to herself, thinking that his charm must have swept Tracey off her feet, too.

  But who does he want to be with? Tracey or me? She made fists with her hands but let them go as she sighed heavily.

  She grabbed her things and went to the door, opening it slowly. Her mother’s bedroom door was closed and all the lights had been turned off on the main floor. She made her way to the stairs, passing by her mom’s door.

  She paused, biting her lip as she listened to what was behind the door. She could hear the rhythm of the bed rocking back and forth but also Tracey’s muffled moaning.

  Her heart sunk and she felt a stab in the pit of her stomach. She cried instantly, running down the stairs and out of the front door. She gulped in the fresh, cool air as she tried to calm herself. Bringing her wrists up to her face to wipe the tears away, she sat on the stoop, waiting for Tanya to pull up.

  Becca understood that Trevor had a wife. She knew that he had responsibilities to uphold in his marriage and if she was going to sleep with him again without hurting Tracey, they couldn’t be suspicious. Trevor had to fuck Tracey or she would question him.

  “Newlyweds…” she said to herself, almost laughing at how pathetic she felt. Lovesick.

  She saw the headlights of her friend’s car and hopped up.

  When she got into the passenger seat, she turned to Tanya with a desperate look.

  “I’m so glad to see you,” she said, putting her head on her shoulder.

  Tanya put her cheek on Becca’s head and said in a low voice, “It’s about to get very complicated.”

  Chapter Two

  Becca went to work with Tanya the next morning, avoiding her house altogether. She knew that she would have to suppress her emotions and pretend that nothing was wrong. She just wasn’t ready to do that yet.

  She spent the entire day with her mind on Trevor, much like she had done the previous week and a half. She stood in front of a landscape painting, following the lines of the brush strokes with her eyes. She sighed heavily, feeling defeated. She had to find a way to get over Trevor. It was just too hard.

  She couldn’t be sleeping with the same man as her mother.

  Becca stepped away from the painting, glancing at the clock. Tanya had a date that night with a guy she met during an opening at the gallery. She was going to drop Becca off at home before she went out.

  When it was time to close, they got in the car together and Becca’s nerves were tense. As Tanya drove, she looked at Becca with concern.

  “You know, you could stay with me tonight again. If things go well, maybe we could just go to his place for the night and you could have my apartment to yourself.” She smiled a little, hoping to cheer Becca up.

  “Thanks, but I should probably just get used to the fact that Trevor is just…” she was going to say stepdad but changed her mind, “my mom’s husband.”

  Tanya frowned, “Really, I think you should stay with me.”

  Becca shook her head, “It hurts to be around them, but it hurts to not be around him, you know?”

  Tanya glanced at Becca with uncertainty, “Uh, I guess.”

  They pulled up to Tracey’s house and Becca looked at Tanya. Tanya studied Becca’s face carefully.

  “I haven’t known you for that long Becca, but I can tell that you are probably going to do something even stupider than you already have.”

  Becca broke into a smile. She started to speak but stopped herself.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asked, ignoring her friend’s comment.

  Tanya shook her head a little but told her she’d pick Becca up for work in the morning.

  It was four in the afternoon and Becca wasn’t sure if Trevor was working or not. She grabbed her bag from the back of Tanya’s car and waved goodbye. She walked up the cement path to the front door, praying to whoever listened that Trevor was inside and alone.

  She grabbed the door handle. It was unlocked. She took a breath and stepped through the door. The soft sound of an announcer on television filled the background and Becca’s heart leapt into her chest.

  She dropped her bag in the entrance and tiptoed her way to the living room through the kitchen. The back of the couch faced the doorway to the kitchen and she could see the silhouette of Trevor’s head in front of the TV. Moving a little forward, she held her breath, waiting to see if her mother’s head was beside his.

  He was alone.

  She made her way around the couch, standing at the end. Trevor turned to her and got up immediately. They stood for a moment, several feet away from each other, trying to make sense of the last couple days.

  Becca wanted to go to him but was worried he would hold her back. To be rejected by him would hurt too much and she didn’t think she could risk it, no matter how badly she wanted his arms around her.

  “Hi,” she said softly, looking up at him timidly.

  She thought he might take a step towards her but he didn’t and her heart sank.

  “Becca, how was your day?” He said to her casually, sitting back down on the couch.

  “Great,” she said, suppressing everything that she was feeling. She crossed her arms and chewed on her lip as he watched her.

  “I’m waiting for your mother to get home,” he said with a tinge of emotion in his voice. Becca didn’t know if it was for her.

  “She wants to go on a date tonight, since she was away for half the week,” he looked down to his lap and then back up at the TV.

  Becca nodded slightly. She couldn’t help but feel that Trevor was trying to explain his indifference to her.

  She sat down on the couch and he turned back to her. She moved a little closer to him and put a hand on his thigh.

  “I know that you have obligations to Tracey, but I can’t be in the same house with you and not…” Trevor stopped her, getting up from the couch.

  Becca’s hand slid off of his thigh and fell onto the couch.

  “I can’t be torn between the two of you. I married your mother,” he looked at her and then said as he left the room, “I have to be with her.”

  Becca watched him leave the room, grabbing a beer from the fridge. She couldn’t believe that he could be so cold to her after how passionate he had been.

  She left the living room and went up the stairs quickly.

  Trevor stood in the kitchen, with his hands on the fridge. He wanted to run up the stairs after her and try to plead with her to understand. He didn’t have a choice. He had to try to make his marriage work.

  Although his commitment to Tracey had been impulsive, he was determined to see it through. Even if he had already been unfaithful to her.

  Chapter Three

  Tracey and Trevor did go on a date that night but when they got home, Trevor had to leave. Becca heard them through her door as she sat at her easel in her room. Tracey was trying to coax Trevor to bed and was getting frustrated at how difficult he was being about it.

  “Trace, I got called in. I’ve got to get to the station,” Trevor said to his wife in a low voice.

  “I know that you don’t need to be there until eleven. Come on, we’ve got time. I’ve missed you.” She said to him, expecting him to agree.

  Becca hopped up from her seat and pressed her ear against the door to hear a little better.

  “I can’t tonight. I’m sorry.”

  “What the fuck, Trevor…” their voices disappeared into their bedroom.

  Becca backed away from the door, f
inding her seat in front of her canvas. She exhaled deeply, finding a bit of peace in knowing that Trevor and Tracey would be sleeping separately.

  There were six more weeks before she went back to college and she didn’t know how she was going to get through it. She felt emotionally exhausted already. She heard her mother’s bedroom door close abruptly and heard heavy footsteps in the hallway. Trevor went down the stairs and out the front door, leaving his two lovers behind.

  Becca hoped her mother wasn’t too upset but at the same time, thought it was ironic that she was angry Trevor was leaving her for work. How many times had she done the same thing to one of her other husbands?

  A thought came to her suddenly. Maybe Trevor was using his work as an excuse and Tracey knew it.

  And if he didn’t want to be with Tracey, she was sure that it meant he wanted to be with her.

  * * *

  She woke up to an empty house the next morning and took her time getting ready. If she could get Trevor alone, she knew that he would come around and admit his feelings for her.

  Tanya picked her up and they went off to work together. Tanya told Becca about her date and how she had woken up with him this morning. She had been with a handful of men and Becca was always fascinated by the different details that she shared about her lovers.

  Tanya had given her virginity away at a young age and had already experimented a lot. She had even had a threesome. Becca was thrilled with her friend’s stories and was glad to have one of her own to share since sleeping with Trevor.

  “You sleep with this guy after knowing him for… three hours?” Becca asked with a hint of astonishment in her voice.

  Tanya glanced at her as they drove to the gallery.

  “And you’re sleeping with your stepdad,” Tanya snorted a little, “pretty hard place to pass judgement from.”

  Becca blushed a little, “He’s my mom’s husband, not my stepdad.”

  Tanya laughed loudly, “Oh that’s better then.”

  Becca obviously wasn’t enjoying the joke and Tanya dropped her smile.

  “Look, honey, as long as they’re married, it’s never going to work out between you two. There’s lots of other guys out there, older ones too if that’s what you like…”

  Becca interrupted her, “I’m in love with him.”

  Tanya remained silent. They pulled up to the gallery and she parked the car. She turned to Becca and grabbed her hand.

  “You can’t date your…mom’s husband,” Tanya said plainly. “But you can tell him how you feel. If what you’re saying about him is true, maybe he has feelings for you, too.”

  Becca brightened up a little, squeezing her friend’s hand.

  “You think so?”

  Tanya grimaced.

  “No,” Tanya said and Becca scoffed, taking her hand away. “But you never know, he sounds like a nice guy.”

  Becca rolled her eyes and opened the door, getting out of the car. Tanya followed her, calling out as Becca walked into the building at a fast pace.

  “I’m just being realistic, Beck!” Tanya sped up, trying to catch up with her.

  Chapter Four

  Tanya couldn’t drive her home from the gallery and Becca called the house to see if her mother was home. She didn’t expect anyone to answer but the clouds were thick and it was a long walk home.

  Trevor answered and Becca lost her voice.

  “Hello?” He said again and Becca cleared her throat.

  “Hey, it’s me. I… I was just,” she stammered her words and Trevor interrupted her.

  “Do you need a ride, Becca?” He said and she told him she did.

  “Be right there,” he said and her heart swelled.

  It was hard to tell if he was trying to build their friendship back up or if he wanted to see her. Either way, she would have him to herself for twenty minutes.

  She waited outside, watching the sky gather more clouds to pass the time.

  She saw his vehicle pull up after less than ten minutes and got up slowly.

  She opened his passenger door and slipped inside, looking over at Trevor in the driver’s seat. He turned off the vehicle and looked at her. She waited for him to say what was obviously on his mind.

  Instead, he turned to her so that he faced her, bringing his leg up on the seat. She leaned forward immediately to kiss him.

  Their lips met and he pulled away so that his face was a few inched from hers. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before he pressed his lips back onto hers.

  His tongue slipped into her mouth and she felt the tip, missing the taste of him. His hands went to her face, one running down her back, pulling her closer to him.

  He broke away from her, looking into her eyes.

  “I can’t help myself with you,” he said in a low, breathy voice.

  She pressed her mouth on his again.

  “Don’t push me aside,” she said to him, trying to keep her voice from sounding desperate.

  He shook his head and kissed her again. Breaking away from her, he then started the car.

  “We can’t do this here,” he said, pulling out of the parking lot.

  He drove to a large park nearby and found the most secluded spot he could. He couldn’t help but feel like a teenager again, parking his car to try and hook up with a girl.

  He turned the ignition off and looked at Becca. She was suddenly nervous and he was a little confused.

  “Isn’t this what you wanted,” he asked her, moving closer to her.

  She nodded, looking at him with lust in her eyes, “Is this what you want, too?”

  He nodded eagerly and pulled her on top of him so that she was straddling him. She was wearing a skirt and he slipped a hand between her legs as she kissed him.

  Her panties were a little wet already and he started to rub his hand gently on her pussy. She circled her hips around hungrily, growing wetter as he touched her.

  She fell into the passenger seat, slipping her underwear off. He watched her slide them down her thighs, letting them fall to the floor of the car. His hand went to his jeans and undid them clumsily as he looked at Becca.

  She sat in the passenger seat with her legs spread apart. Her skirt was at her waist and her wet pussy was on full display. He pulled his hard cock out of his pants and grabbed her arm.

  She got back on top of him, lowering herself onto his dick slowly. She wound her hips around, taking more of him in as her body started to tremble with pleasure.

  His hands went to her hips, holding them as she slid down on his cock. Her pussy was so tight he had to remember to control himself with her. She was so different than Tracey. So new to making love.

  He ran a hand up her back, underneath her shirt, unhooking her bra. He moved his hand around to her front, finding her tits and rubbing them roughly.

  She had almost taken his entire size in and started to bounce slowly and gently on top of him. She had been aching for his thick, hard cock the last few days. Now that she had him again, it felt even better.

  Her hands went into her hair as she rode him harder, his cock sliding in easier as she got wetter. He brought his hand to his waist, putting his thumb on her clit, rubbing her as she grinded her hips on him.

  She put her hands on his broad shoulders, supporting herself as she moved faster on top of him. His eyes closed and he started to moan, the sound of his voice building the hot, tingling sensation in her pussy.

  He lifted his hips a bit with her rhythm, finding his way deeper into her cunt. Her moaning joined his as they moved together in his car, rocking it on a narrow side street beside the heavily wooded park.

  She kissed him, slowing her movements as the sensation of her orgasm started to wave through her body. It became more intense as their tongues swirled together. His hands were on her hips, tightening as he felt her pussy quiver.

  Her moaning became broken as she took in deep breaths, relaxing on top of him. She moved a little on top of him, feeling his cock still hard inside of her.
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  She looked into his eyes, feeling more sensations than she ever had before. Her heart was swelling as she stared into his eyes and she felt that, with the way he returned his own look, it was more than sex for him too.

  He smiled a little at her, reaching down to recline the seat. They both fell back laughing a little.

  Trevor’s arm wrapped around her, flipping them around so that he was on top of her. He slipped his cock back into her, kissing her as he did so.

  Her legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed into her. He could feel how wet she was as her juices slid down the shaft of his cock as he thrust into her.

  He loved the way she looked beneath him, or on top of him, or with him behind her. He could never admit to her but when he had been fucking Tracey two nights ago, he had finished himself off thinking about Becca.

  He pumped into her a few more times, slowing his movements as he released inside of her. He pulled out of her, watching her face. Her eyes were closed and she was still wriggling from the pleasure. Her hands were in her hair and her head fell to the side as she took in a deep breath.

  He kneeled over top of her with her between his legs, crouching under the roof of the car. He pulled his jeans up over his hips, buttoning them as he gazed down at her.

  Her skirt was up above her hips and her bra had come up out of her shirt. He laughed a little, pulling her skirt back down. She laughed with him, pointing at the crotch of his jeans.

  He looked down and saw that while she had been on top of him, their juicy wetness from her freshly fucked pussy had leaked down her leg and onto the denim fabric. There was a large dark spot, making it look a little like he had pissed himself.

  They laughed together, kissing and cuddling on the narrow driver’s seat.

  Chapter Five

  Becca climbed into the passenger seat while Trevor inclined his own seat. They looked at each other and he started the car, giving her a smile.

  As he pulled out onto the street, Becca’s smile dropped. Once they returned to the house, their relationship would stop. She lowered her chin, staring at her hands.