MILF: Wrong Kind of Love

  My fingertips sink into her scalp as the surge of toe-curling pleasure washes over me, but she doesn’t stop. Up and down, down and up, she develops a steady rhythm bobbing her head in my lap, sucking my cock like it’s what she was made to do.

  “Just like that…that’s perfect, mi cielo,” I urge her on. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

  When I called her mi cielo earlier, I was referring to the sight of her in that sexy-as-sin blue nightie and thong she was wearing, but after being buried in her sweet pussy for most of the morning, and now her warm, inviting mouth, I know she truly is heavenly—every fucking part of her.

  She progressively increases the tempo, alternating between sucking, licking, and lightly skimming her teeth over my throbbing rod, until my hips are rocking at a steady pace in and out of her mouth, growing closer and closer to my release. Never faltering, never gagging, she takes everything I give her…and based on the delighted gleam in her eyes, takes it happily.

  Quicker than I hoped, an insane pressure builds inside my cock and I know I can’t hold back any longer. Yanking on her hair to let her know it’s coming, she gives me a quick shake of the head and smiles around my dick. I have no idea how she did that, and I don’t have time to think about it, because the next thing I know, I’m calling out her name as I explode forcefully into her mouth.

  Keeping her lips snug around me until I recover from the staggering orgasm, she eventually releases me, drawing back marginally to peer up at me, her expression of uncertainty tugging at my heart.

  Without bothering to even pull my shorts up, I lean down and pick her up off the floor, setting her in my lap with my enveloping arms holding her close to me. Nuzzling my face into her neck, I trace her jawline with the bridge of my nose.

  “Thank you for that. It was fucking amazing, just like everything else you do,” I murmur against her delicate skin.

  She loops her arms around my neck and kisses my temple. “It was my pleasure, Uno.”

  ONCE THE KITCHEN IS CLEANED UP FROM LUNCH, I find myself sprawled out on the couch in the living room, watching mindless afternoon talk shows on TV. I know there are a hundred other things I could and should be doing around the house, but I’m drained, both mentally and physically, from the day’s activities. All of those chores will still be there tomorrow.

  Gray excused himself to go clean up and check his email after helping load the dishwasher, but not before placing one last tender kiss to my lips as he disappeared upstairs. I like the way he’s been so warm and affectionate. I honestly didn’t know what to expect afterwards. I guess I assumed it’d be a quick in and out, then get on with our business kind of thing, but it’s been the exact opposite. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pleasantly surprised.

  Floating in and out of sleep while half-listening to Ellen ramble on about something or other, I feel two strong hands slip beneath me, lifting my upper body, followed by two firm thighs sliding under me, onto the couch. I recognize Gray’s scent immediately as he lowers my head into his lap, trying his best to ensure I’m comfortable.

  “I thought you were doing stuff upstairs,” I mumble sleepily, craning my neck back to see his face.

  He smiles down at me and nods, sifting his fingers through my hair. “I did what I had to do. Now get some rest. We still have some time before Adam will be home.”

  “Okay, sounds good,” I agree as I twist forward, too tired to do anything else. Tucking my hands up under my head, I cuddle up to him, all cozy and comfy-like, and within minutes, I’m fast asleep.

  I have no idea how long I’ve been passed out on Gray’s lap, but the second I hear a knock on the front door, I leap ten feet into the air—off of him, off the couch, and across the room. From the look of his dazed expression, he’d fallen asleep as well, and is trying to figure out what in the hell is going on.

  “Who’s here?” he asks, rubbing his eyes.

  “I don’t know! You were supposed to be on lookout for Adam,” I whisper harshly, trying not to freak out as I smooth down my t-shirt and finger-brush my hair.

  He laughs and shakes his head as he stands up. “Mia, calm down. I don’t think Adam would be knocking on the door to his own house. He’s got a key.”

  The knocking becomes a pounding, and that’s when I hear Stella call out, “Mia, are you in there?!”

  Exhaling a breath of relief, I hurry to the front door and open it for my sister, who appears to be more than a little irritated.

  “Hello, sister dearest,” she snaps as she stomps inside the house, heading straight for the kitchen. I follow, waiting for her to announce why she’s here and why she’s pissed.

  She makes a beeline for the refrigerator, swinging the door open and grabbing a couple of beers. “I’ve been texting and calling you since this morning, but have yet to hear back from you. I was really starting to worry something had happened to you. I thought I was gonna come over here and find you tied—”

  Spinning around to hand me one of the bottles, she cuts her thought short as she catches sight of Gray, who’s just sauntered in from the living room. “Oh hi, Gray.” The tone of her voice shifts suddenly from cross and aggravated, to sugary-sweet. “You want to have a beer with us?”

  “Hey, Stella,” he replies with evident apprehension as he looks over at me, a questioning expression on his face, almost as if he’s asking if I want him to stay. I give him a short nod, and then he turns back to her. “Yeah, that sounds great. I can grab one myself.”

  “So have you heard anything new from the gallery?” she asks me before taking a long drink.

  I nod as I watch him stride across the room to the fridge, unable to keep my eyes off him. He stays off to the side, leaning against the counter while nursing his beer, and I have to force my attention back to Stella.

  “Yeah, I heard from Jonathan today actually. They want to do one of the big weekend showcases for me at the beginning of October. We’re supposed to be working out the details in the next month or so,” I explain.

  “That’s great news,” she exclaims. “I’m sure you would’ve told me all about it, had you returned any of my messages today.”

  My eyes drop to the floor as my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry. I meant to, but I’ve just been…uh, really busy.” I can feel both of their stares fixed on me, and I really wish I could wiggle my nose and disappear right now.

  “I’m sure you were very busy,” she mocks, but I don’t reply.

  Switching her attention to Gray, she flashes her pearly whites at him, and I silently pray she doesn’t repeat anything I’ve told her. “So, Gray, I didn’t get to ask you about your trip to Spain when I was here last week. Did you enjoy it?”

  “I did,” he replies enthusiastically. “It was such an eye-opening experience, submersing myself in a completely different culture like that. I quickly realized how limited my knowledge of the world truly is.”

  “That’s awesome. I’d love to travel all over Europe someday,” she says, then takes another pull from her bottle. “So what’s the plan now?”

  “Well, I’ve got my last year of school coming up. I only have four total classes left, but the way they’re offered, I can only take two in the fall and two in the spring. I’m also trying to find a part-time job now in either a bank or investment firm. More than anything, I just want to get some experience under my belt for when I graduate. Ultimately, I’d like to work in wealth management, but I’m open to other possibilities.”

  I can’t help but look over at him as he talks about his goals and dreams, visualizing him dressed in a designer business suit sitting behind an oversized executive desk in a corner office. The image of me naked and laid out on top of the desk as he drives his cock inside of me pops into my head, and I immediately drop my gaze back to the floor, ashamed and mortified. What in the hell is wrong with me?

  “Maybe you can help my big sister manage all of the money she’s gonna start bringing in once she becomes a famous artist,” Stella jokes.
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  Gray chuckles softly before replying, “I can help Mia with whatever she needs.”

  His words send a chill racing up my spine and arouses the ache between my legs. An awkward silence ensues as I peer up at him, only to find his dark eyes searing through me, well aware of the reaction he just provoked.

  Stella slams her bottle down on the countertop, causing both of us to tear our stares off each other and over to her. She glares at me, then at Gray, and finally back at me.

  “You two couldn’t be more obvious if you wore a flashing sign around your neck that said ‘Just fucked’,” she announces, exasperated. “Mia, you’re walking around here like a zombie that escaped the set of The Walking Dead. You’re movements are stiff, and the way you’re talking is completely unnatural. You really need to relax. It’s all gonna be okay; I promise. Good cock tends to make us women a little crazy…not that you would’ve ever known before now.”

  Spinning around to look at Gray, she shakes her head at his dumbfounded expression. “And Gray, honey, you can’t say things like that to her. Especially not right now, while she’s still figuring out what the hell’s going on. You’ve gotta understand she’s never done anything like this…like you. Little comments about you helping her with whatever she needs…” she laughs heartily, “…you could probably wring her panties out they’re so wet right now.”

  “That’s enough, Stel,” I spit, no longer able to remain quiet. A word doesn’t exist that explains my current level of humiliation. “Whatever the hell is happening in my panties is none of your damn business,” I hiss.

  She flashes an I-know-I’m-right smile at me. “Mia, love, you know I’m all for this happening,” she says, motioning her hand back and forth between me and Gray, “but you can’t act like this around other people if you don’t want them to know. Especially Adam. Sooner or later, he’ll figure it out.”

  The sound of the backdoor closing startles all three of us, our heads whipping to the doorway on the other side of the kitchen. My son appears with a mega-watt smile on his face, looking around the kitchen. “What am I gonna figure out?”

  My sinking heart collides with my catapulting stomach in a massive explosion as I stare at Adam standing in the kitchen. How much of that conversation did he hear? What is he thinking? Why is he standing there with that big-ass goofy grin?

  I think I’m going to throw up.

  “What am I gonna figure out?” His eyes shift between the three of us before landing on me. “Did you tell them already?”

  “Tell us what?” Mia asks. “Did you get another tattoo?” She glares over at Stella as if it’s her fault he got the first one.

  He bursts out with a deep laugh as he strides across the kitchen to hug his mom. “No, I didn’t get another tattoo, silly woman,” he says as he kisses the top of her head.

  Then, moving to his aunt, he wraps his arm around her shoulders and gives her a tight squeeze. “Hey, Stel, I’m glad you’re here, so I can tell you both the good news together.”

  Glancing over at me, I shake my head to assure him I didn’t tell them what he’d texted me earlier. “Well, seeing that I was the last of the three to ‘audition’ for the job today, Paul, the department supervisor, offered me the internship this afternoon. He said I was by far the best suited for their firm.”

  “Oh, that’s wonderful news, honey!” Mia exclaims. “I told you they couldn’t help but love you.” She then turns to me, narrowing her eyes. “You already knew and you didn’t tell me?”

  I hold my hands up in surrender. “Hey, talk to your son. He made me promise I wouldn’t say anything, so I didn’t. It was his good news to share.”

  “I think the four of us should go out for a celebratory dinner. My treat, wherever Adam wants to go,” Stella chimes in. “Mia, why don’t you and Gray get changed while my favorite nephew and I catch up? I still haven’t seen this tattoo Jimbo keeps raving about.”

  As Adam begins unbuttoning his shirt to show his aunt his back, Mia and I head up to our rooms to get ready for the impromptu dinner, which should be interesting if nothing else. When we reach the top of the stairs, I grab her hand and pull her close to me, dropping my face into her neck.

  “You were amazing today,” I whisper against her smooth skin. “And I can’t wait until I get you alone again, but until then, we can do this; we can act like we always do around each other. Just take a few deep breaths and relax, mi cielo.”

  The words of encouragement are just as much for me as they are for her. Both of us knew we’d have to lie to Adam afterwards; I just never thought about how hard it would be. My lips brush lightly across her jaw as I back away, squeezing her hand before I release it and step into my room.

  Nearly an hour later, the four of us are seated in a corner booth at Last Resort Grill, Adam’s favorite local restaurant. Even though the food is always great, I think he really likes the place for the sophisticated, artsy motif scattered all over the inside and outside of the urban bistro. Chic, trendy places like this typically aren’t my style, but I have to admit the place has a pretty cool vibe. We used to come here often for breakfast on our way to campus before I left for Spain.

  Mia and Stella slide onto opposite sides of the booth first, so I join Stella on her bench, purposely leaving the seat next to Mia open for Adam. However, as soon as he sits down, he shakes his head and stands up.

  “Change places with me, man. I have to be on that side. Mom and I’ll be bumping elbows the entire time,” he says, referring to him being left-handed.

  “Oh yeah, I always forget you’re a freak of nature,” I joke as I switch to the other seat. The second I sit down, I’m hyperaware of her closeness. Her sweet, citrusy scent infiltrates my nose, the heat from her skin permeates through the fabric of our clothes where our thighs rest together, and the way her breath hitches when our hands brush against each other invokes a tightening in my pants I have no control over.

  Adam chuckles good-naturedly at my dig. “I’ll have you know the most recent studies suggest that nearly ten percent of the world’s population is left-handed,” he retorts. “Plus, you’re probably just jealous you’re so ordinary.”

  My usual response to this would be ‘Why don’t you ask (insert name of my latest fuck) how ordinary I am?’ but like the smart guy I am, I just smile and nod. “You’re so right, dude. I’m completely envious of how you have to buy special scissors, and how you smear ink all over the paper when you write too.”

  Everyone’s laughing and adding other disadvantages of being left-handed as the server approaches the table and takes our food and drink order. Once he’s gone, Adam drops the other part of his big news on us, a part I had no idea about.

  “There’s another part of the job I haven’t told y’all yet,” he announces, an animated smile spreading wide across his face. Having all of our attention, he continues, “The firm is paying for me to take a six week summer course at the Southern California Institute of Architecture—the classes, travel costs, hotel, a per diem for meals, all of it. In exchange, I sign a two year contract to be a part-time, junior-level architect assistant, which will run through my senior year at UGA.”

  “That’s incredible, sweetie,” Mia says dotingly. “I trust you’ve done your homework on the firm and all, so if you say it’s good to go, I’m so happy for you. It sounds like a wonderful opportunity.”

  “I have, Mom. The firm is one of the top ranked in the state, and I even spent some time talking to other employees there this afternoon who did the summer program. They said the stuff they learned was invaluable,” he assures her. “The program starts on the thirtieth of this month, which is a week from this coming Monday, and ends on August seventh. I fly out Sunday the twenty-ninth, and I’ll be home a couple weeks before the fall semester starts.”

  Stella and I both add our congratulations as our drinks are placed in front of us, but the only thought running through my head is that I’m going to be living in the house with Mia, just me and her, for six weeks. This c
ould be so bad…but God, it could be so good.

  I glance over at Stella, who is staring straight at me, the wicked expression in her eyes telling me she knows exactly what I’m thinking. Smiling back at her, I don’t even bother looking guilty. Hidden by the table, my left hand drops to my side on the seat, deliberately landing on Mia’s, where I interlace our fingers together.

  With my free hand, I raise my drink in the air to make a toast, waiting for everyone else to do the same before I speak. “To a memorable, life-changing six weeks.”

  “GUYS, I’M DRAINED, AND THE margaritas didn’t help. I don’t think I’ll make it ten minutes into a movie tonight,” I say to Gray and Adam as they search through the pay-per-view options on the TV. “I’ll make y’all some popcorn if you want before I go to bed.”

  Adam looks up at where I’m leaning against the doorframe and grins. “Mom, I think we can figure out how to make some popcorn without burning the house down. Go get some sleep. We’ll have time to hang out before I leave.”

  I offer a small smile, trying my hardest not to let my gaze wander over to where Gray’s sitting on the couch—in the exact spot he was this afternoon while I napped with my head in his lap. I try not to think about how good it felt to have his fingers playing with my hair, how relaxed I was nestled against his strong body, how I wish I was lying there right now.

  I try, but I fail.

  “Okay, well you know where the fire extinguisher is if you need it,” I tease. “Goodnight, you two. See you in the morning.”

  They both murmur their goodnights and I quickly escape to the sanctuary of my bedroom, free from the temptation better known as Grayson Daniels.

  A long, hot bubble bath proves to be exactly what I need to help soothe the sore muscles in my inner thighs, as well as the tension I’ve been carrying in my shoulders all afternoon and evening. After Stella thoroughly embarrassed me in the kitchen earlier, I had no time to really think about what she’d said because Adam came home, and suddenly I was forced to ‘act normal’. Gray’s calming words at the top of the stairs helped, but basically I just had to figure out how to deal…and fast.