Not a single thing.
Except maybe lean up against him a little…
I take a breath to answer, but he’s still going.
When he’s at home when he has me in his sights and knows everything’s fine, he’s an angel. But when Dad has to leave me alone, or if he’s someplace he knows he can’t get to me, he worries like nothing else and like today of all days, I just know he’s gonna be a pain in the ass.
“I knew I should’ve gotten out of this conference, but how could I? It’s only to apply for funding in next year’s budget…”
Closing my eyes for a moment, I only open them once I sense Noah’s heavy step in the kitchen.
My heart leaps in my chest as if my Dad can actually see down the phone, knowing he’s right in the room with me.
“It’s fine, Daddy.” I hear myself tell him, the same tone I always used when calling him from college.
I know he worries, and it’s only because he cares.
“Noah’s not a strange man,” I continue, suddenly sounding defensive as I try to answer all of Dad’s questions in one go.
“Oh, Noah is it?” he exclaims, and I can tell I’ve only upset him even more.
As if sensing my bind, Noah takes the phone from me and giving me a short little smile, takes charge as he talks to my Dad himself.
I feel my stomach drop, I have to cover my mouth to stop the croaking sound from being broadcast across thirteen states.
“Pastor Holding? I’m Noah Templeton…”
This is it, this is what the end of my life feels like. My fantasy man has climbed down from the tree, come into my house and now he’s talking to my Dad. Brilliant!
“…Well I have to agree sir, and I can only thank you in advance for your daughter’s hospitality. See, my truck broke down yesterday, right out the front of your place and I was only hoping, after sleeping rough last night that I might be able to get some gas, or make a phone call to- Oh, you don’t mind? Well, that’s swell, sir! Sure, I’ll put her back on.”
Noah winks at me, his huge hand covering the headset as he passes it to me, making sure his arm brushes my chest as he does so, making me gasp and shiver.
I sit on a stool by the phone, absently twirling the cord and biting my lip again as I feel my legs open automatically.
Opening wide for Noah who only leans back against the wall, nodding his approval.
If Dad can preach, Noah just might be the devil or my conscience, and right now I know which one I want.
The change in Dad’s voice is like magic as if a few words from Noah himself have changed everything.
That effect he has on me? I think it must be catching because Dad orders me to help Noah out, “Give him whatever he needs, honey. Gosh! I mean, it’s why we’re there isn’t it? To help those in need?”
“Anything he wants.” I hear myself saying, licking my lips now as Noah takes a deep breath in, his eyes running up and down me like I want his hands to, all over me and only stopping long enough at certain points to make them stiffer or wetter.
By the time I hang up, my hands are trembling, I can’t even remember saying goodbye to Dad or when he said he’s coming back.
Noah’s moving closer to me now, so close I can feel his thick legs pushing mine further apart, heat pouring from his body and making me gasp for more of whoever the hell it is he’s carrying.
“Daddy said to-” I start to stammer, but his finger is on my lips.
“I know what he said,” he croons, shifting his finger only long enough to trace some hair back behind my ear.
“Give Noah whatever he needs,” he says slowly, his deep, gravelly voice emphasizing each word as his eyes stray to my chest again, which I know may as well just have ‘fuck me’ written across my stiff nipples.
I want Noah to touch me, more than just with a single finger. I want him to grab me and bend me over the breakfast counter, but he stops as suddenly as he started.
Taking a step back and by now showing me just how turned on he really is, I can make out the whole shape of his thick cock through his jeans, a dark patch right at the tip which makes me groan just from looking at it.
“And right now,” he announces softly, making his way behind the kitchen counter. “I think we both need a little breakfast, you didn’t eat last night, did you?” he scolds me, wagging a finger, but I’m only craning my neck to see over the counter.