Lucky Stars

"Let's buy. Babe, we're both thirty four, I'm ready for a nice, adult house. What do you think?"

"I agree. Let's buy a house. Together." I raised my eyebrows at him when I said that last word. I had to give him a little bit of shit about that.

"You don't want me to just buy something without asking again? It worked out great last time." He was laughing and covering his head to avoid my slaps. We were both laughing. It was going to be okay.

Over the next few weeks we viewed a lot of houses. I quickly decided I wanted something historic unless we had an amazing view of the water.

If we could get a view, I'd happily live in a sleek, modern, glass box. But if we couldn't get the view I wanted, then I wanted to buy a Spanish revival, or something deco or a perfect Arts and Crafts bungalow. Something with a definite style.

On a Monday, Toby came to pick me up for lunch. He left his car in the lot and I let him drive the Porsche. He looked fucking hot in my sexy car. I felt like I needed to fuck him instead of eating.

He caught me looking and he ate it up. He spread his long legs further so I could see his huge bulge. His long hair ruffled as we drove away from any restaurants I knew about.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked. Did he have a place in mind for that fuck after all? I didn't really care. I was with him. I had everything I needed.

"I wanted to show you something awesome."

He found many things awesome. It could be almost anything. I gave up on guessing what he was thinking about random awesome things, years ago. I realized it would be fun if I just went along for the ride. It always was.

Up at the top of the hill he'd driven us up, he pulled into a driveway that had a gate. He got out and told me to get out and join him. We walked through the gate that was chained, but had a large gap that we could walk right through.

The area beyond the gate was overgrown with ancient bushes and cactuses. It was the land of the lost. I expected a giant mountain lion to jump out at any moment.

Instead, we rounded a corner and there stood a run down, but impressive Spanish Colonial Revival mansion. It was so grand and it cried out for love. It looked abandoned.

We both stared in awe. I noticed he looked as surprised as me, so he clearly hadn't been here before either. "What is this place, hon?" I asked while my eyes searched every perfect detail buried under neglect.

"The bosses grandma owned this place for like, sixty years or something. She died a year ago and he hasn't done anything with it. He knew we were looking for a cool house, so he said we should come and look at it. All I knew was the address and that it was Spanish."

"Holy shit, it's huge. And a mess. And incredible." I was in awe, truly.

"Let's check it out." He pulled a key out of his tight jeans.

I jumped up and down and squealed when I found out we were going inside. I already had myself prepared for it to be a disaster that I'd fall in love with, and it would be way out of our price range. But I still wanted to bask in it's glory while I could.

He opened the door and it smelled stale, but not bad. Not a cat house or a cigarette house. That's a big bonus. In the dark entryway I could see original Spanish tiles and wrought iron light fixtures. I fought down the excitement.

He walked ahead of me, exploring quicker than I could. It was dirty and the carpet in most of it was disgusting, but that's easy to fix.

"Babe, come in here." He called from what I thought must be the kitchen. I followed his voice and found him in a terrible 1960's kitchen that would have been cool if it wasn't just worn out as fuck.

"C'mere." He said as he took my hand. He led us through a sunroom off the kitchen and out to the backyard. There was a big, nasty pool and more overgrown foliage. I couldn't even tell how big the yard was.

He led me past the pool and through a rotting pergola to a spot deep in the yard. He directed me to stand there for a second. He pushed his way through the bushes for a few seconds and then he called me.

I made it down his path through the jungle and I found him standing there grinning at me. He pulled back the overgrown weeds and there was the most beautiful view I'd ever seen!

The yard faced south but you could see the water to the west, unobstructed. It was incredible. It was my perfect dream house and it had the view. I never considered finding a cool old house and the view all in one. It had to be way out of reach, financially.

"Toby, this place is incredible. It's amazing." I couldn't get any other words out.

"Do you like it? Like enough to make an offer?"

I looked at him surprised. "I love it, are you kidding me? There's no way we could afford to buy this place and fix it up. We probably can't even afford to buy it, without fixing it up."

"Maybe. We should talk to Vince. He seemed eager to sell to someone he knew would love it." He sounded hopeful. I loved him so much, even if he was bad with real estate, clearly. I just smiled and shook my head.

"I mean, we'd be stupid not to at least talk with Vinnie." We went out to dinner with Vince a few times in the past and a few times since I'd been back. He always took us to amazing places and he paid, so that was a good enough reason to go.

"Let's look at the rest of the house, and then get some lunch." Toby said as he led me back to the house.

It was huge. It didn't need major renovation, other than the kitchen. The baths were original and gorgeous. The rooms were big and laid out well. It needed work, but it could be done in time, over a few years.

Vince took us to Bestia for dinner on Friday to discuss the house. We ate and drank heartily on his dime. He wouldn't talk business until after the main course. Vinnie never allowed business before Italian food, he joked.

"I love Monty! He's like the son I never had." Vince said, slapping Toby on the shoulder. Vince couldn't remember Toby's name when he'd started working for him almost fifteen years ago. Toby Montgomery became Monty and it stuck.

"Vinnie, you have four sons." I pointed out, smiling and rolling my eyes at his dad jokes.

"Ah, my beautiful one! I don't have a son like your Monty. He's special to me." He said to me. He'd always called me his beautiful one.

"Seriously though Vince, what are looking to get for the house?" Toby tried to steer the conversation back to the matter at hand.

"All business, huh? Fine. What would you offer me?" Vince said back to him.

"Wait, what? I'm not going to make an offer without you giving me a number first. I can't buy it and sell it." Toby joked back, but he was actually nervous, I could tell.

"Ollie, what's your budget? All in?" Vince was the only person that could call my Ollie without me clawing their eyes out.

"Three and a half." I said calmly even though I didn't feel calm. Toby and I both made excellent money. We talked about our stretch budget being four million, but I wasn't going to tell Vince that. It was a lot of money, either way.

"Sounds like you can't pay over three if you want to fix it all up." Vince said.

There was no way he'd sell it for three million. The lot alone was probably worth that, not including the incredible, historic mansion. I nodded to acknowledge Vince's statement.

"We never planned on buying a house that needed renovation. We don't have that kind of time left on our lease." I said it to Toby, but fully intending to put that in Vince's head.

"Are you guys interested, or not?" Vince said to Toby, all business now.

I subtlety nodded at Toby. He answered Vince. "We are interested, but it's probably a bigger, more expensive project than we can handle. We'd like to hear your bottom dollar so we can discuss it with all the factors in front of us. So, what is your best price?"

Vince chewed his lip, pondering. I got the sense he was going to come out with something crazy. I'd seen this song and dance before.

"Here's what I'm gonna do." He paused dramatically. "You know my two smart sons are builders. They want the land and wanna tear that place down. If you hire them to do your work......... they do good work!" He yelled. "You hire them and I'll sell you the place for two and a quarter."

It didn't even make sense. His sons were great builders, known throughout the city for their beautiful projects. I didn't even know if Vince could make such a promise about them doing the work. This deal was one hundred percent in our favor. What was the catch?

"Vince. What the hell? That's not even logical." Toby said, clearly thinking exactly what I was thinking.

Vince threw his head back and laughed. "I have my reasons, Monty. They owe me a favor, let's just say. Fifteen years in this business is a rare thing, my boy. You are a rare thing. Besides, you have to take care of my beautiful one over here." He smiled at me.

Vince had been there when Toby went back to work after his dad died and I moved back. He was so kind to him, he was so supportive about everything. But this was beyond generous.

"Wow, Vince. That's an incredible offer. Can Oliver and I have the weekend to talk about it? Like he said, we weren't planning on buying a big project. We need to discuss it and really think it through."

"Of course!" Vince assured us as an array of desserts got delivered to our table. The meal. The man. The offer. It was all over the top. I was overwhelmed.

Back at home Toby and I were kind of shell shocked. It was literally too good to be true. The house was incredible. The view was nearly priceless. Vince's sons would be trustworthy and worth every penny. The price was unreal, like we were selling our soul to the devil or something.

I couldn't figure it out. Neither could Toby. We didn't talk about it much that night. We were both exhausted after a long week and an overwhelming evening. We both needed to think it through separately so we could discuss it with each other tomorrow.

We crawled into bed and talked about what a crazy day it was.

"I love you. I want to give you the world, babe. I'll do anything you want. You know that, right?" Toby said into the darkness.

I knew he wasn't dumping the decision on me, but he'd let me have my way. His first house buying experience wasn't something he was proud of, so he was much more circumspect about it this time around.

"I love you, too. I will call any place we lay our heads home, as long as you're with me." I said it and I meant it. Even if we stayed in this tiny rental, I'd still be happy.

Our options were so varied. Stay here. Buy something that was move-in ready and perfectly lovely. Or take a chance on our unexpected dream house that was a great deal but a huge project. We'd need to find a place to live while the house got fixed up and a new kitchen got put in. It was a lot to consider.

By Sunday night, we had a decision. We were going to buy the mansion with the view and take on a forever project. It was what we both really wanted and we were excited. Two million, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Crazy.

"Call me tomorrow after you talk to Vince." I said to Toby as we climbed into bed that night.

"I'll do you one better, my love. I'll call you when I go talk to Vince. We can tell him together." Toby rolled towards me as he said it.

I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a deep kiss. He moved even closer and we easily removed our few items of clothing so we could press against each other, skin to skin.

"I need you, babe." He whispered between kisses.

"Then take me." I challenged him with a smirk on my face.

"Oh fuck, yes!" He said as his hand roamed my body with intent. He took my dick in his hand and stroked it while we kissed, our tongues tangling.

I reached for him and started touching the head of his penis, in that way that drove him wild. He growled and pulled my cock harder. I loved driving him crazy.

Soon he and I were both ready to join our bodies. He rolled me on to my stomach with a couple pillows under my hips. He loved how I looked all propped up for him and I loved his angles in this position.

He pushed into me, making me moan with the contact I craved. He worked slowly until he had all of his thick, hot rod buried inside me. My stomach twitched with excitement from his touch.

He lay on top of me, embedded deep in my ass. He whispered into my ear. "Baby, you feel so good. I love you so much." He sounded like I felt. I wiggled my ass underneath him. I felt the rumble of his growl through his chest against my back.

He started lifting his hips and letting them fall back down. His hips rolled and his cock slid in and out of my rear entrance, hitting all the right spots.

He pushed up, off my back and braced his arms on either side of my waist. He started to thrust hard and fast into me. It felt so incredible being fucked by him.

"Toby! Yes! Fuck me!" I gasped as I yelled out my demand. My whole body bounced against the bed as he pounded me from behind.

"I'll fuck you, baby,! Fuck yeah!" He answered as he moved even faster. He had been built to pleasure me and I was made for him to use and enjoy. The way we moved together was perfection.

As my climax rushed towards me, I was sweating and twitching underneath him while he relentlessly fucked me. I felt my body clenching as I started to spasm as my orgasm hit.

"I love you!" I screamed into the bed. I was also making long, low moans that sounded like a wild animal as I came.

He pistoned into me even as my orgasm racked my body. He held my ass in place through my thrashing with his pounding hips. He impaled me, trapping me beneath him with mind blowing pleasure.

He pushed harder until his body shuddered and he roared his release. He fucked into me harder while his cock throbbed inside me and filled me with his hot cum.

Finally spent, he rolled off of me and lay beside me. I reached out and brushed his sweaty hair out of his face. He was panting and had his eyes closed. He was so fucking hot. My hot rockstar.

"Toby, will you marry me?" I didn't plan to ask him that! Not right now! He was supposed to ask me. Well, that was the old plan. This was the new plan I guess. I mean, I wasn't taking it back. I did want to marry him. Fuck, I'm glad I asked.

His eyes were open now, and so was his mouth. His jaw had dropped at my question. "Are you really asking?" He finally composed himself.

"I am. I love you. I want to be with you, always. So, will you marry me?" I said it firmly and with confidence. I was asking my man to marry me, I needed to buck up.

"Fuck yes, I'll marry you, baby!" He smiled as he nearly yelled it. He leaned over and kissed me hard.

"Oh, thank god." I laughed as I kissed him. "I don't have a ring. I wasn't planning on asking you tonight."

"I don't care about a ring, you know that. I'll wear whatever you want me to." He kissed me again, this time tenderly.

"We'll shop for rings together." He smiled at me as I said it.

"Your ass is full of my cum right now and you asked me to marry you!" He started laughing loudly.

Oh fuck, he was a nut. I started to laugh just as hard. We always found the absurdity in the mundane and this was the funniest yet. I was never so happy in my entire life.

We ended up working with our landlord so that after our original lease ended, we rented month to month while "Estrella de la Suerte" was under construction.

Toby had called it "Estrella de la Suerte" on our first visit after we closed and became the official owners. Lucky star. He always reminded me I was his lucky star and that he thanked his lucky stars for me everyday. It was a fitting name for our Spanish villa.

Everything was freshened up. The original windows were all repaired and reinstalled. The electrical was updated and the wrought iron fixtures were rewired. The carpet was pulled up and vintage hardwood was sourced and put throughout the house.

We refurbished the original baths. And my new kitchen looked like it could have been in the house when it was built. I picked antique Spanish tiles and Vince's sons had the best plasterers on the west coast come in and do the finishing touches, inside and out.

We spent a fortune on the landscaping and pool repair. Thanks to the great deal we were gifted, we could afford to do it all at once. When the overgrowth was tamed, the view was even better than I'd imagined.

We moved in as the last few bathrooms were being finished and the exterior was still in progress. Five months had gone by at that point.

It was a full year before we had everything done that we wanted to do. We managed to stay under our three and half million dollar budget in the end.

Toby and I were happier than ever. We loved our house and our life together. We were thirty five now and we let the past stay in the past. It had been close to two years that we'd been back together. Engaged for the last year.

We decided to get married in our backyard with thirty of our friends and chosen family in attendance. At sunset, on the edge of our property, with the view of the water behind us, we were wed.

My gorgeous husband wore a fitted black velvet jacket over a brand new pair of skin tight black jeans. He looked hotter than hell and I wanted to throw him down at the altar and have my way with him.

I wore a Gucci tuxedo that Ruby got for me as my shower gift, even though I didn't have a shower. We both looked happy and beautiful and our pictures turned out perfectly!

Toby's toast made me ugly cry but I didn't care. I was so happy. We were so happy, truly. I wondered if our difficult past had served a purpose. Did I appreciate him more having nearly lost him and everything else that had happened? I wasn't sure, but I would never stop loving him.

He sang to me at the reception and there wasn't a dry eye in the place. It was the perfect wedding for us. And after we bid our friends adieu, we walked up the stairs to our own room, which was like a reward after a long, wonderful day.

"I want you to fuck me, babe." Toby said, surprising me. We'd done it before, but he was a hung top and was a receptive bottom. But I never minded mixing it up. I'd try anything with this man who was now my husband.

"Then you should get on your knees." I said it firmly, which he liked. He was so rarely on the bottom, he liked the full experience when he did receive.

He got on his hands and knees. I loved how he looked from this angle. His long, thin legs in front of me, with his thin, pale ass in the air. His big balls and huge manhood hung between his legs, nearly touching the mattress.

I was average sized, but still big enough to give him a good ride. He got off when I topped him, so I must have been doing something right.

I moved in behind him and told him how sexy I thought he was and how glad I was that he was mine, forever. My husband. I lined myself up and I pushed my prick into my husband. He felt so good.

I fucked him until I came inside and he followed closely behind. He was wound up after we calmed and rested.

"Get on your back, legs in the air." He said, forcefully. It made my balls tighten in anticipation. I knew what position he wanted, so I got in place on the edge of the bed.

"Are you going to fuck your husband?" I asked him in a purr.

"Fuck yes, I am. You're mine, Oliver. All mine and I'm going to make sure you never forget it." He said it while smoldering, standing between my raised legs.

He gripped my ankles and spread my legs wide. "Look at you, baby. You are so fucking beautiful, Oliver. I will never get tired of your gorgeous body. You are so fucking perfect." He made me feel perfect. He was perfect.

He rubbed his reenergized erection across my balls and along my hardening length as he stood over me. I groaned with the need he was building inside me.

"That's it, babe. Make those sexy sounds for me." He pushed the tip of his raw cock into me, I gasped and made more of those sounds he loved so much. Not that I could help it. I was putty in his hands.