Erik
You know when your kids become adults and move out, you don’t expect them to cockblock you every night for almost an entire week, yet ours have collectively done that. The first night was Jeremiah and him having a work problem he needed to talk about, or at least that’s what he claimed. He also came to complain about Logan’s coworker, who’s come to the last couple of family days. I wanna say her name is Amanda, but I’m bad with names. I think it’s a case of a thin line between love and hate, and he swears he’s on the hate side. I could be wrong, but I think my youngest doth protest a bit too much about her. Maybe he needs an older woman to rein him in, even just for a while.
The next night was Samson and Leif. They’d been out working on a setup for a new customer of Samson and Ry’s cyber security company and ended up locked in the building after hours. One broken door, an embarrassed client, and a police interrogation later, they showed up here needing to vent. Both had enough beer to crash on the couch that night.
Saxon showed up last night. He apparently quit his job and wanted to talk about things with Grant since he’s gonna start working at the shop with him and Mick.
Okay, so not a full week, but when one is anxious to take things all the way with the man who turns out to be a big old cuddler in bed, it seems like it. I don’t care what happens tonight. I’m making sure we both stay awake long enough to take a step forward. You’d think I'd be more patient since it’s been so long for me, but when the one thing I’ve wanted longer than I care to admit is dangled in front of me, no longer forbidden fruit, my patience goes out the window.
I made sure I left work as soon as it hit five o’clock. Grant had an appointment earlier today, but he said the tattoo wasn’t a massive one and shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours. I stop at the store to grab a few things so I can make dinner for us. I want to do something more elaborate for him sometime, but tonight a quick pasta will have to do. I’m not wasting time with something more complicated.
I get back to the house, grab the groceries, and head into the house through the back door. I’ll refrain from making a joke about that like a thirteen-year-old. You’re welcome.
I walk inside and am surprised by what I’m greeted by. Sitting at the kitchen table are Grant and, “Kinsley?” She looks over at me and gives me a big smile.
“Hey you!” She gets up, walks over, and gives me a big hug.
“I didn’t know you were coming to town.”
She shakes her head. “I hadn’t planned on it, but Hanna called and wanted to do a girls' night and introduce me to Christy and Mary. I came into town a little earlier to stop over and see Dad. I’m not staying long ‘cause we’re gonna do the whole sleepover thing since from what Hanna says, those girls never had that.”
I set the bags down on the counter. “Did you want to have some dinner with us before your girls' night? I just got stuff to make a quick pasta dish.” She doesn’t answer right away, which makes me look over at the table.
Kinsley has a shocked look on her face. “You mean you’re making somethingwithoutpotatoes in it?” Grant chuckles at the question.
I can’t help but roll my eyes. “I can make things other than potatoes. I just happen to like them. They’re good for you, damn it.” Potato hate is just wrong.
She answers through her chuckling. “As eager as I am to try something you make besides potatoes, I have to get going in afew minutes. Hanna said that Anna is insisting on feeding us tonight. I’m smart enough not to turn down an offer like that.”
Kinsley hangs around for another twenty minutes or so, chatting with both of us while I start making dinner. She gives me a hug goodbye and Grant walks her out. I’ve got the sauce simmering, and the water is boiling, so I toss the pasta in. I’ve got veggies in the sauce, so I didn’t get things to make a separate salad. Veggies in one place can be enough sometimes. Well, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I start to slice the sourdough bread to get it ready when a set of arms comes from behind and pulls me into a hug.
Grant kisses my neck. “I’m half-tempted to turn out all the lights, so our kids think we aren’t home.”
I turn around to face him. “I like your thinking. We haven’t had a night to ourselves yet, really.” I lean forward and kiss the lips I’m becoming quickly obsessed with. Grant deepens it, and I can’t help the moan that comes out. He breaks the kiss just a moment later. “As much as I would love to take you right to the bedroom this second, I need to make sure you’ve eaten. So let’s have dinner, then we should call it an early night. What do you think?” My brain can’t handle words right now, so I just nod in agreement. He gives me a quick kiss. “I’ll grab us plates and drinks. You put the stuff together.”
I drain the pasta and toss it with the sauce. Grant touches my waist again as he hands me the plates. I crave those little toucheshe gives me.Focusman. I plate up dinner for the both of us and bring it to the table. I’m surprised that Grant poured us each a glass of red wine. I must give him a questioning look. He shrugs his shoulders. “I love beer and drink it almost all the time if I’m drinking, but this wine goes well with pasta and I thought it would be a nice change. You were nice enough to stop and get the stuff for dinner when I hadn’t even gotten that far.” His praise does something to me and my cheeks blush. “We can’t order out every night, and I thought maybe if I planned something, the universe would take pity and give us a night without our kids taking over our lives.” That gets a chuckle out of him. “Fucking a. I love my kids, and I love yours, but at their age, I didn’t expect us to have to help them with their problemsevery night.” I can’t help but agree as he continues talking. “Luckily, my girl doesn’t seem to have the problems our boys have.” Oh man, he’s always had blinders on when it comes to Kinsley. “That or she goes to Ma, Anna, Romona, or the girls with them. You’re her dad. There are some things she’s not gonna bring to you, like boy problems.” I take a bite of pasta and watch his face as he works through denial, anger, and acceptance within milliseconds. “Well, shit. I guess if she wouldn’t talk to me or even her mom about boys, she’s got some strong women to go to.” I nod. “That she does, and you know if she met someone she thinks is important, she’s gonna introduce him to you ‘causeshe’s a daddy’s girl through and through.” That warrants a genuine smile.
We finish eating and both get up to clear the table. I start washing the dishes as Grant brings them to me. For the first time tonight, I hear the music that is almost always playing. Tonight it’s the Sheryl Crow hit “Strong Enough.” The song list that plays is always as random as anything. One moment, it will have a Bon Jovi hit, the next a song by TLC, and the following one by Hank Williams. I love that he’s a student of music and melody.
Within a few minutes, the dishes are loaded into the dishwasher, and the sink is empty. Just as I’m wiping my hands on the kitchen towel, Grant’s hands once again come from behind and pull me into his strong barrel chest. He kisses my neck right below my ear, a spot I’m discovering I love having kissed. “I know what I want for dessert. What do you think?” One of his hands moves and grabs my quickly hardening cock. I can’t actually form words since all my blood has rushed south, but I must squeak out a moan of agreement or something ‘cause he kisses my neck once more while squeezing one more time before he moves his hand and takes mine in his and pulls me in the direction of the bedroom. “We’re going to go into the bedroom, and you’re going to get undressed and let me look at you. And I mean all of you. As good as you look in those pj pants, they have obstructed my view in a way that has me on edge. I need to see all of your sexiness.” As soon as we walk into the bedroom,it’s a flurry of hands and clothes flying. Both of our shirts are off, and I kick off my shoes, sending them to who knows where. I reach for the button of my jeans, but my hands are swatted away. I look back up and see an intensity in Grant’s eyes that I don’t think I’ve ever seen…an intensity and heat like he could almost combust with how much it’s radiating off of him. “That’s my present to unwrap. I’ve been good for too long. There’ll be no taking it away from me.” I just nod ‘cause the only words that came to mind wereYes, sir,and that thought made me harder than property tax exclusions are to understand. He undoes my button and zipper in one quick move, then pushes my jeans and boxer briefs down. My already leaking cock springs free and almost hits him in the face as he’s bent down, pushing my pants further down my legs. “Fuck me. Even your penis is gorgeous. Lie down on the bed for me.”
Grant
Watching him follow instructions so quickly has my cock trying to break through the teeth of my zipper. When I told him not to touch his zipper, I swear he got more turned on by my demands. We are definitely going to have a conversation about that later. Right now, I need to touch him all over with my hands and my tongue. I need to feel he’s here, and this is really real. I’ve replayed the last time I got to do this with him more times thanI can count over the years, always comparing other partners to him. I look up and see heat and anticipation in his eyes. “How is it you’re even sexier now than when we were nineteen? I don’t even mean the tattoos, though we’re gonna have to discuss this one here on your chest, seeing as I didn’t fucking do it. I’m gonna need to know who got to touch you like that, but right now, I need to get my fill of you.”
I climb onto the bed, bracing myself above him. I lean down and kiss his luscious lips, demanding entrance with my tongue. He opens up immediately. I let myself get lost in the kiss for a couple of minutes before I break the kiss and start moving down his neck, slowly kissing down his chest, taking his nipple in my mouth and ever so lightly giving it a tug with my teeth. “Oh fuck me!” His exclamation, paired with his moans, are driving me nuts. The urge to rush and be inside him is almost overwhelming, but I refuse to rush this part. If I have anything to say about it, we won’t be discovering anyone else like this again.
I continue kissing down his torso while one of my hands still plays with his nipples. His response to that has my mind thinking about toys that we can play with. I move down the bed and can’t help but lick the precum off of his glistening cock, causing him to almost levitate off of the bed. “Oh, ffuucckk!” I back myself off of the bed, needing to get my jeans off and give him a moment to maybe hold off his orgasm for just a littlelonger. I take my jeans and boxers off, tossing them to the side as I grab the bottle of lube that I set out earlier.
I move his legs apart a little bit more so I can kneel between them. He bends them slightly as if inviting me to discover more of him. I bend down and take him all the way in my mouth. “Oh my gods! Ohh…” he starts mumbling what can only be described as sounds ‘cause I don’t think any of them are actual words. I start a rhythm, taking him all the way in and almost out of my mouth as I open the lube and pour some onto my fingers. As I keep sucking him, I slowly move my hands between his cheeks. He’s coherent enough to know what I’m doing and bends his legs slightly more, giving me easier access. I don’t know if he’s ever even played with himself in this way, so I’m half expecting him to come the millisecond my finger slides into his ass. I stop sucking his cock and get on my knees so I can watch his face. I rub one of my fingers at his entrance, silently asking permission to be let in. Once the lube is rubbed on, I push a finger in. I’m surprised it goes in so easily, and it must show on my face ‘cause Erik speaks up. “Just ‘cause I haven’t had sex in decades…or ever been with a man, doesn’t mean I haven’t played with myself and discovered my prostate.” Well that just shocked the shit out of me. He half-grins before he speaks up again. “You gonna blow me or fuck me? Either way, I’m beyond needing to come.”Fuck me.That almost made me come on the spot. “I don’t want to rush you—” He gives me a glare. “You aren’t. I think we’ve waited decadeslong enough. I want to feel you inside of me more than my next breath.”
Erik
I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’ve never been this turned on, this close to the edge. Grant, taking a moment gives me a few seconds to come back from the edge. The need to discover what he feels like inside of me is all-encompassing. I feel his lubed fingers at my entrance again. He slides the one in again, and my mind goes to mush. All I can think is more…I need more. Before I can speak up and tell him I need more, he adds a second finger. He repeats his movements, occasionally scissoring his fingers. Fuck it feels amazing. “I need…” Grant pauses his fingers. “What do you need, sexy?” Words don’t come out, but a moan of frustration does. He doesn’t start back up. “Words. I need your words. I can wait.” Motherfucker. I must huff out my frustration ‘cause he gets a big shit-eating grin on his face. “I need you inside me now. Please.” Brain cells for the win! I think he wouldn’t have moved if I didn’t say please. He looks at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes, tension emanating around him. “I got tested right after you told me you were gonna get a divorce. I can…” I shake my head fast because I know my answer. “I want nothing between us.” Watching his nostrils flare is all the affirmation I need to tell me it’s the right choice.
I look back to see him spreading lube all up and down his gloriously hard and inviting cock. Can a cock be described as inviting? Because his definitely is. I lift my legs up a little bit more. I can feel he’s right there. He looks right at me. “If it hurts or you need me to stop, I need you to say something, ‘‘cause the last thing I want to do is hurt you.” I nod because if I speak, I feel like I’ll lose control of my emotions, which threaten to surface. This is a moment I’ve thought and dreamed about for so long, it’s hard to believe it’s actually happening.
I feel him start to push in. Holy shit, it’s more intense than any toy I’ve ever played with. I look at him and see he’s trying to go slow, but I need more. “I need more of you. Fill me up, please!” I’m willing to beg. He is bigger than my toys, thicker, but it’s not painful, just a sensation of being full. I feel when he’s fully in, and I can’t help the moan that comes out, but he needs to fucking move. I start to say something, but he cuts me off. “You good?” I nod and go to speak, but he leans down to kiss me, his cock hitting that spot that has me seeing stars. He breaks the kiss. “I’m gonna move, but it ain’t gonna be slow ‘cause you got me hanging on by a thread. You feel so fucking good.”
