"Most of the layout came with the house, but I had a few things designed specifically for what I wanted." He talks as he pulls out two cups from the cabinet beside the fridge. "Do you drink coffee?"
"I do," I say. Before he can start making me something in his espresso machine that resembles the one at work, just on a smaller scale, I keep talking. "I'm good though. It kind of makes me jittery and I don't really want that. For today, at least."
"No problem," he says. "I have orange juice or milk in the fridge. Or water."
"Orange juice is fine," I say. I love orange juice, but I try to play it cool. It's the good brand that I can never afford. He sets the cup in front of one of the chairs at the island and directs me to sit down. There's a dining room table with two chairs only a few feet away, bathed in the sunlight from outside.
I spin around to take in the rest of the room. There's a dark green sofa that looks so much more fluffy than my couch at the apartment. A large mirror is mounted to the wall to the left. The whole place is light and airy. Riley is sitting patiently by the sliding door and I turn back to Garrett.
"Can I let him outside?" I ask. He glances toward the door and smiles while nodding. When I'm back in the chair, I ask another question. “Where’s the TV?”
He doesn't have one in his room. There's one in the guest bedroom I slept in, but I don't think that's where he planned for us to hang out. This time, his smile is wide when he turns to face me. "I'll show you in a bit," he says. "I'm going to make us some breakfast first."
I sip on my orange juice as I watch him work. He glances at me every minute or so, smirks, and then goes back to the task at hand. Neither of us are wearing anything more than sweats and I'm mesmerized by the way the sun reflects off his bare skin. He's a perfectly tanned god. I really don't know any other way to say it.
A perfectly tanned, god-like Daddy, who can cook amazing meals.
"This is so good," I say between bites. He had me move to sit at the table, so we're facing each other. Our bare feet keep knocking against each other under the table. Every point of contact sends happy flutters through my body. I force myself to remember that this isn't my life.
Garrett, for all he's worth, keeps the small talk casual and easy. It must be part of his job because it's so natural. He asks me more about the coffee shop, how I like it, places I'd like to visit one day, places I have been. I haven't traveled much, but in my junior year of high school— just before I moved out of my parents' house— I was selected to go on a weekend trip to the beach for some unveiling of a 3D theatre. It was back when 3D was new and exciting. I was selected because someone nominated me which meant I didn't have to pay a dime. It took me years to realize that my teachers knew more about my homelife than I shared with them.
Garrett takes my plate and cup in one hand and moves to the sink. I continue to watch him. I suddenly understand those thirst traps of men washing dishes or doing other household chores. The way Garrett's whole upper body moves and twitches as he uses his muscles.
Fuck.
I sit up and adjust my legs so they're fully under the table. I will not admit I just got hard watching him do the dishes. In terrible timing, he finishes the last one and sets it on a strainer beside the sink. I'm not sure why he didn't just use the dishwasher.
"You okay?" he asks as he rounds the corner and walks closer to me. He bypasses the chair he was sitting in and stands in front of me. His hand cups my face and I lean into it. I look up at him and his fingertips scratch through the short hairs along my jaw. I lick my lips, struggling to remember how to breathe.
"Great," I answer honestly. He lays one hand on the table and bends down to seal our lips together. It's slow at first, but then he tilts my head back and takes control of the kiss. I give up any pretense of hiding and shift my body so he's standing between my legs.
I let out a surprised noise when he hauls me to my feet and lifts me onto the table in one easy move. I'm not light and holy shit that was hot. My hands caress his skin, all smooth and warm. I tilt my head back, eyes closing in bliss, as he kisses down my neck. His tongue leaves a cool trail against my skin.
I feel fingers tug at the waistband of my sweats. When I don't stop him, he breaks the kiss and smiles down at me before maneuvering my pants off. No care in the world that I'm sitting butt naked on his dining table.
"Look at you." His words have a hint of amazement to them. I have no idea why. I'm nowhere near him when it comes to physique and looks. I'm lanky, too skinny for my age and height. It's mostly due to having limited resources and sometimes having to chose between food or something else.
I don't say anything to him because I don't know how to respond. There is no comparison. He pulls me back up so I'm sitting and I wrap my legs around his thighs. I look down at his body, taking in the ridges and dips of his chest and stomach. His tattoo makes me snort when I realize what it is. It's two Origami cranes. I'm sure they might have some type of meaning, but for now, they make me smile.
There's no fucking way he's nearing forty with a body like this. His sweats are tenting and when I pull them down, he quickly discards the briefs too. I glance up at him, licking my lips. I wrap my hand around his semi hard cock and he thrusts into my fist. I stare at his cock, watching the way the foreskin moves with the movements.
When I look back up at Garrett's face, he's smiling. "Not to sound all conceited, but you look like a kid in a candy shop."
I can feel my cheeks heat at that statement. "I've never been with anyone uncut."
"You didn't seem to mind it this morning," Garrett says with an air of both confidence and sarcasm.
"We were a bit in the moment this morning," I respond quickly. He laughs at that, thankfully. We're interrupted by Riley barking just outside the door. He's standing there, watching us. I shrink back a bit, for some reason embarrassed at his dog seeing me naked.
Garrett steps back and pulls his sweats up, adjusting himself before walking to the door and letting Riley in. I'm still sitting on the edge of the table when Garrett walks back in. I'm not sure if we're going to pick up where we stopped or what. Garrett kisses me. He rubs his palms over my thighs and squeezes my hips. I know my cock is giving away how interested I am right now. Garrett's tongue brushes against mine softly as he deepens the kiss. It causes my head to tilt back and my hands come up to wrap around his back instinctively.
"I want to show you my favorite part of this house," he says against my lips. "Come on, baby. Let's get your pants back on and we'll go watch some Ninja Turtles."
My smile breaks over my face before I know I'm doing it. I hop off the table and let Garrett hold my sweats for me. I place my hands on his bare shoulders and step into them. His fingers brush against my skin as he fixes the band of my briefs.
There's a door fixed under where the stairs leading up are that I didn't notice before. It's right in the corner on the other side from the kitchen. The stairs going down are carpeted, but narrow, with a railing against one wall.
"Holy—" The whole basement is fully finished and furnished. There are pictures and posters on the walls, a leather couch facing a huge TV. It has to be at least eighty inches. The basement seems to stretch the whole size of the house. There's a quarter wall on each side, most likely support walls. A pool table sits in the middle of the "second" room. There's also a dart board.
