The Day I Kissed An Older Man Novels & Stories

The person was practically breathing down my neck. “Excuse me?” I snapped at the older man. He looked to be in his fifties. What was with older men pestering me these days? He came even closer and rubbed my back. “What’s a pretty young girl like you doing all by herself?” I had an idea, it was a crazy idea but I went along with it anyway. “I’m here with my boyfriend.” He looked around casually. “Well, I don’t see him so let me keep you company instead.” He grinned and revealed a gold tooth.

I told the assigned person to watch outside. "Yes, ma'am.” He answered with a bow. I walked towards the warehouse parking lot. My face looked wrinkled when the old man came out. “Honey! I miss you," h said as he came closer to me and kissed me on the lips. I want to throw up at the smell of my husband when he kisses me. Even if he aims to use me, He's too wild when it comes to sex; even though he often won't stand up, he still insists on coming to me.

the elder finally replied in a low voice. Eventually that was all it takes for Jay to pull the elder by the waist and attached his lips to the latter in a kiss. The contact was soft and gentle and Jay took his sweet time, it was only an innocent kiss but when he accidentally bit on Iandor’s lower lip, a small moan erupted from the back of the elder's throat.

Please, I never got a real kiss last night for a whole day. I cupped both of your cheeks as I pressed my lips on you. You didn't say nor do anything except for chuckling between the kiss as you pressed yourself harder as well. Before I could even move my lips to claim yours, you already did. It always taste the same, but feels different today. It was soft and sweet, probably because of the milk you drunk earlier, but not as warm as it always feels. It's freezing. But I was longing for that kiss so why even complain if I could just cherish the moment?

I just shrugged, I cant tell my father that I am thinking about this older man who mistook me for someone he seems to love and kissed my forehead. Or that I kissed his cheek, I cant tell my parents that my first love is a strange man I met in a restaurant who also seems to be 10 years older than me. we got home and I went straight to my room to paint his face before I forget it, but something told me that I would never be able to forget that face or those eyes. and that’s not the weirdest part, I felt like I knew him, like I know him more than he knows himself.

People stared. Of course they stared. A forty two year old man in a black car waiting for an eighteen year old girl. They did not know the story. They did not know about the roses. About Seattle. About the voicemail at midnight. About the way he held me when I told him about my brother. All they saw was the age difference. The power difference. The scandal. I did not care. I walked to him. Kissed him on the cheek. Got in the car. "Hi," I said.

Iva’s P.O.V. I spent three days falling apart in my apartment. Three days trying to understand how the person who once held me like I was his entire world could kiss someone else right in front of me, and then look me in the eyes and tell me I’m too old for him. Three days of hell.

I wondered what secrets he was keeping. “I want to kiss you,” he said, brushing his thumb across my lips. My heart raced. His dark gaze landed on my mouth. “Then kiss me,” I whispered, without looking away. He hesitated, smiled with silent sadness - then, finally, he kissed me. A slow, lingering kiss that made me want more. It seemed strange to crave a kiss, especially from a much older man. I followed him inside. He moved towards the armchair, three empty whisky bottles lined up on the floor. Still, as he played with the rim of his glass, he seemed calm. Elegant. Even the way he thought about things seemed different.

The man was a few hundred years old and he just said that he had only been with one woman. I blinked at him. “One.” Slipping his hand to the back of my neck, he captured my lips in a slow kiss that weakened my knees even more. His kiss was different than Keiran's. A lot different, but in a good way. The gasp that fell from my lips was swallowed by him when he gripped the back of my thighs and picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist which was an action I instantly regretted. My pussy was pressed to his lower stomach.