MILF: Wrong Kind of Love

  “TONIGHT.”

  Gray’s alluring promise echoed loudly in my ears all afternoon, teasing and taunting me, the anticipation curling in my belly. Struggling to focus on anything else besides the pleasure I’ve been craving since he left, I somehow managed to go grocery shopping and to the gym, even though I forgot nearly half the things on my list and had the least productive workout I’ve had in months. I’m also still not firing on all cylinders after the evil hangover that held me prisoner in bed—Gray’s bed to be exact—all day yesterday.

  But somehow, I made it through, resisting the urge to touch myself to relieve the ache, knowing it would be that much better if I allowed the hunger to build. And finally, tonight is here.

  “Guys, I’m turning in,” I announce from the kitchen to where Adam and Gray are lounging in the living room, watching TV. “I’m glad y’all had a good time and made it home safe.”

  They both turn to look at me, wishing me a good night, but with very different expressions on their face. Adam, well, he’s just my Adam, with a kind smile and a son’s love shining brightly in his eyes. Gray’s penetrating gaze, on the other hand, makes my stomach flutter and my knees weak as desire storms though me like a mighty army, capturing and seizing every last part of me.

  I tear my eyes from him, hoping my reaction to him isn’t noticeable, and give a quick wave to them both before bolting up the stairs to my room. I have no idea when he’ll come to me, but I hope I don’t have to wait too long.

  Spending a little extra time and attention as I get ready for bed, I bathe with my favorite citrus verbena shower gel, thoroughly shave my legs, brush my teeth until they sparkle, and lather the accompanying fruity-scented lotion from head to toe. Unsure what I should wear, I opt for a simple, white lacy thong without any top. After all, we’re going to need to make it as quick and quiet as possible, with Adam right down the hall.

  By the time I climb between the sheets, my entire body is buzzing with sensual electricity. I feel like a teenager waiting for my parents to go to bed so I can sneak a boy into my room. The thrill of not getting caught, of doing something I’m not supposed to be doing, only intensifies my exhilaration. Funny how being bad can feel oh-so-good.

  A little while later, I’m staring at the TV without really watching it, when I hear them come upstairs and go into their respective rooms. My pulse quickens, knowing he should hopefully be coming in soon, and I find myself staring at the door, willing it to open.

  It takes nearly another half-hour or so, but as soon as I see the knob slowly begin to turn, I exhale a huge sigh of relief. He’s here.

  Our eyes meet the moment he steps inside my faintly lit room, both ravenous with carnal desire, and instantly, heat pools in my center. I can’t believe it’s only been four days since he was buried inside me. By the way my body is reacting to the simple sight of him—in only a pair of athletic shorts, showing off that broad chest I like to dig my nails in—you’d think it’s been four years.

  He lifts his forefinger to his mouth, signifying we need to be quiet as he rounds the foot of the bed. My gaze is fixed on his strong, stealth-like movements, a prowling predator circling his vulnerable prey. Stopping, he tips his head toward the bathroom and raises his brow, indicating he wants me to follow him.

  Swiftly pushing back the covers, I climb out of bed and scamper across the floor, closing and locking the bathroom door behind me. I’ve forgotten I’m only wearing panties until I spin around to face him and am met by his strong hands palming my bare breasts as his mouth stamps down on mine in a breath-stealing kiss. He thrusts his tongue deep, capturing my moan, while his fingers caress and massage, all without a single word.

  “Gray,” I whimper against his warm lips, saying everything I need to with only his name.

  He pulls back a breath, heavy eyes searching mine, and raises his hands up to frame my face. A grin skirts around the edge of his mouth as he swipes his thumbs across my cheekbones. “I know, mi cielo. I missed you too,” he whispers huskily before claiming my lips with his again, this time more softly, but still just as intense.

  Scooping me into his arms, he strides confidently over to the bathroom counter, then lowers me to my feet, his chest pressed against my back, his erection nestled against the curve of my ass. With us both facing the mirror, stares locked through our reflections, his hands curve possessively around my hips as he drops his mouth to my shoulder.

  “Watch,” he mouths to me just before sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh.

  Somehow, I manage to suppress the scream bubbling in my throat, closing my eyes as I throw my head back against his neck.

  He removes his mouth from my skin. “I said to watch,” his deep voice grumbles menacingly, causing me to immediately snap my eyes back to the mirror.

  Again, he bites my shoulder firmly, but this time, he quickly follows it with a soothing, open-mouthed kiss against the stinging area. Then, he does it again…and again. Bite…kiss…bite…kiss. He trails his mouth across my shoulder and up my neck until he lands directly under my ear.

  “Tonight, I’m gonna fuck you fast and hard, ‘cause I’m a greedy bastard and I can’t wait any longer,” he murmurs lowly, almost painfully. I clench my thighs together, unable to pacify the demanding throbbing in my core. “But, baby, get ready, ‘cause come next Sunday, I may not let you leave the house. We’re going to do things you’ve only dreamed about. You okay with that?”

  My heart pounds wildly in my chest at his vow, my vision blurred with a lustful glaze. I nod agreeably as my breath rushes past my lips. “Yeah,” I moan, his closeness affecting my ability to speak.

  “Good,” he sucks on my earlobe, allowing his teeth to lightly graze over the skin.

  He slides one hand across my belly to between my legs, cupping my sex outside of my damp panties, and smirks triumphantly. “Already wet for me, mi cielo? You did miss me, didn’t you? Did you play with that pretty little pussy while I was gone, thinking about how I felt inside of you?”

  My knuckles squeeze the countertop until they’re white as I nod yet again, his words rendering me speechless. I’ve never had anyone speak to me like that, and damn if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

  Edging my panties to the side, he glides one finger between my slick lips and into my dripping slit, then another, slowly thrusting in and out. His thumb finds my thrumming clit and presses down hard in tight circles, almost instantly bringing on my orgasm.

  “That’s it, baby,” he encourages as I grind against his hand, both of our eyes now glued to the spot in the mirror where his hand is administering the most blissful torture ever. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.

  The internal pressure mounts quickly as his relentless fingers play me perfectly. Before I know what’s happening, my release hits hard, sending me into a dizzying spiral of ecstasy while he rains kisses down my neck and throat, whispering in Spanish the entire time.

  When my body finally sags against his, he withdraws his hand from between my legs, holding me up with the other arm wrapped tightly around my waist, and brings his shiny, soaked fingers to his mouth. Drawing them in between his lips, he sucks them with a euphoric groan and I nearly lose it again.

  “Uno.” He opens his eyes and rewards me with a playful smile.

  “Uno,” I repeat with a soft laugh, twisting my head back to kiss him on the corner of his mouth.

  A promising comfort fills my body, but I don’t have time to contemplate it before my panties and his shorts are on the floor, he’s rolling a condom on his cock, and his hands are back on my hips.

  “Hold on tight,” he warns, his gaze back on our reflections. “I’m not sure I can hold back.”

  “I don’t want you to,” I reply quietly.

  With a feral growl, his fingers bite into my skin, tilting my ass up in the air for his taking. Bracing myself, I use the counter for support as he dips low and buries himself inside of me with one upward drive. I gasp at the sudden fullness inside of me as my mu
scles squeeze tightly around his hard shaft.

  He stills for a brief moment, allowing my body to accommodate his before he begins moving in and out of me. Starting with slow and steady strokes, he twists our bodies to the side slightly so that we can actually watch him slide in and out of me in the mirror. Each time he pulls back, his cock is covered with more and more of my arousal, and as his movements increase in pace and urgency, I can’t hold back much longer.

  “Look at you,” Gray rasps. “Look how fucking gorgeous you are taking my dick, Mia. Goddamn it, this is better than heaven.”

  The combination of not only feeling what his body is doing to mine, the intense pleasure I feel deep in my core with every thrust of his hips, but also hearing his filthy words while seeing it…seeing me and him in this erotic encounter is too much for me. My second orgasm barrels through me even faster than the first, and without warning, my inner walls lock down around him as I bite my lip to keep from yelling out his name.

  He begins to drive inside me at a frantic, maddening rhythm, teetering on the edge of self-control, which he soon succumbs to, free-falling into his own sweet nirvana. Concealing his face in my hair to muffle his own sounds, he slides his arms around my middle, staying deep inside me, and holds my body flush against his in a hard embrace until we’ve both regained our composure and caught our breaths.

  Tenderly brushing his lips against my temple, he slowly pulls out of me and discards of the condom in the trash can. Then, walking me back to my room, he tucks me into the bed and kisses me softly.

  “You’re amazing, mi cielo,” he mumbles as he sweeps my hair away from my face, then disappears from my room.

  I wake up Tuesday morning feeling like a million dollars. Sleeping in an actual bed and not on an oversized floatation device definitely helped, but I know the real reason is because of what happened in Mia’s bathroom late last night.

  My dick twitches at the recent memory—her bent over the sink, loving every second of watching me pound into her—as I count down the days until Adam leaves and I can have her anytime, anywhere. She’ll be all mine for six uninterrupted weeks. And oh, the plans I have for that woman...

  I’m not really sure what happens after that. Maybe I’ll have fucked her out of my system by then, even though I know that’s highly unlikely. I still haven’t figured out what it is about her that has captivated me to the point I’m not even interested in other chicks, but I’m not going to worry about it. It’ll all work itself out some way or another.

  My biggest concern right now is how I’m going to make it until Sunday without sinking inside her sweet pussy again, especially having to watch her prance around the house in those damn pants that display her firm ass just perfectly. Another midnight bathroom romp will most definitely be in my near future.

  “Hey, man,” Adam knocks on my door, interrupting my daydream before it becomes completely X-rated. “You coming downstairs? Mom’s making banana pancakes, which I’m assuming are for you.”

  Quickly I shift the extra pillow on the bed to my lap, covering up before he takes note of the semi-boner I’m sporting. “Yeah, uh, let me just get dressed and hit the bathroom. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  I glance over at him with a smile, hoping I don’t sound as guilty as I feel, but he doesn’t seem to notice anything out of the norm. Tipping his head with acknowledgement, he smiles and turns to leave. “Cool. I’ll pour you a cup of coffee.”

  Once he’s gone, a strange warmth swells inside my chest at the fact she’s making my favorite meal this morning—her way of showing appreciation for last night. Hurriedly, I hop out of bed, grabbing some shorts and a t-shirt on my way, and make my way to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth.

  The delicious aroma of bacon frying greets me as soon as I reach the staircase, and by the time I make it down to the kitchen, my mouth is damn near watering. There’s nothing like a woman who thanks you for giving her some cock with an extravagant breakfast the next morning. I may be able to get used to this.

  “Morning, Mia,” I say, alerting her to my presence in the room as I slide onto the stool next to Adam—the seat that has become my “assigned” place anytime we’re hanging out in the kitchen.

  Dressed in cutoff jean shorts and a plain black tank top, her back is turned to us as she’s working the stove like an Iron Chef, but she twists her neck around briefly to grace me with a sunny smile. “Hey, Gray, perfect timing. I’m almost finished here.”

  I’m impressed at her improving ability to act normal while in Adam’s presence, which is something I clearly need to work on. If only I could tear my eyes away from her legs…

  Minutes later, she’s setting plates loaded down with eggs, bacon, sausage, and of course, banana pancakes down in front of us, telling us to eat up. Then, she serves herself a smaller portion of the same and joins us at the island.

  We’re all pretty quiet at first, too busy stuffing our faces than to talk, but eventually Mia rests her fork down on her plate to take a drink of coffee. “So tell me about your camping trip. Y’all really didn’t talk much about it yesterday when you got home. Anything fun happen?”

  My gut tightens nervously as she looks back and forth between Adam and me, waiting patiently for one of us to respond. If ever I had the power of ESP, I pray it’s right now. I know that Mia and I aren’t involved in any sort of monogamous relationship or anything, and while nothing happened between me and Kathryn, despite what we led Adam and the others to believe, I don’t want him to mention her. I don’t want Mia to think she’s just another piece of ass, another conquest, because she’s not. Although I’m not really sure what she is.

  Damn, this just started to get complicated.

  “We just did typical guy stuff,” Adam finally answers once he chews the bite in his mouth, throwing me a warning look. “We fished, hung out at the lake, drank some beer…chilled out for a few days.”

  Overcome with relief, I nod, concurring with his story. I’m not sure why he doesn’t want his mom to know about Sierra or the rest of the girls, but I’m on-fucking-board with that plan. Announcing I’d shared a tent with a cute co-ed while I was gone probably wouldn’t give her the warm and fuzzies, and all I care about right now, as I get ready to spend six solid weeks alone with Mia, is giving her the warm and fuzzies.

  Attempting to deflect any further questions about our trip, I smile up at her and ask, “What about you? What trouble did you find while we were gone?”

  I HATE LYING. I’M A SOLE BELIEVER dishonesty is the number one cause for most failed relationships, both romantic and otherwise, and not to mention, I plain suck at it, which is why I must handle this situation with extreme caution.

  It’s not like I did anything wrong, per se, with Jonathan. It was only a little kiss, which I stopped before it ever really started. Plus, I don’t have to answer to anyone except myself anymore…so why do I feel so guilty?

  “Trouble?” I mock at Gray’s question, nearly spewing coffee all over myself. “When have I been one to get in any trouble?”

  Adam chuckles as he stands up and takes his plate to the sink, rinsing it and loading it in the dishwasher. “Oh, I dunno, maybe about twenty-one years ago this August?” he teases.

  I shake my head and take another drink of my morning caffeinated staple. “The trouble was nine months before that,” I joke back, happy we’ve changed the subject from what my weekend activities were, even if it is talking about me getting knocked up in high school. “It’s all been on the straight and narrow ever since.”

  Gray pretends to choke on his food as he stands up, shooting me a mischievous look when our eyes meet. Grabbing my empty plate and used silverware, his fingers skate across mine, an intentional act to elicit a response from me, which is overwhelmingly successful.

  My breath hitches as I clench my thighs together, the soreness from where he had his way with me last night still very much present, and I’m not sure I’m going to make it another six days without having him there again
.

  “Wow, Adam, I think your mom just called you out as the fun-killer,” he piles on, slapping his friend on the back as he joins him at the sink.

  “I didn’t say that. You can still have fun without getting in trouble. It’s just a different kind of fun,” I contend light-heartedly, finishing my coffee while they start to clean the kitchen. “Just wait until y’all have kids, then you’ll understand.”

  As soon as I add that last part, I wish I hadn’t. Neither of them reacts to the comment, but the reality of the words makes my stomach sink with a heavy thud. First, the thought of Adam having kids is just plain scary. It would mean I’m a…grandmother? Oh God, no. I’m not even forty yet; I’m far from ready for that.

  The other part that upsets me is stupid. There’s no reason thinking about Gray having a family should bother me one bit. I mean, of course he’s going to get married and have kids. He’s a handsome young man who’s about to graduate college; pretty young women will be lining up trying to get his ring on their finger and his babies in their belly.

  Whatever is happening between us right now is only a passing fling. He’s probably living out some MILF fantasy that all young guys have, and I’m using him to spark my sexual spirit, a fire that was doused quite some years ago. We’ll get our fill of each other, probably sooner than later, and then we’ll both move on with our regularly-scheduled lives. After all, I have absolutely nothing to offer a twenty-one-year-old other than a temporary warm body.

  The remainder of Tuesday is pretty uneventful. Gray leaves not long after breakfast, saying he has a few more places to submit resumes to, and then he’s going to the gym to work off all the pancakes I’d forced him to eat. About an hour later, Adam announces he needs to go shopping for business-casual clothes to take on his trip, and afterwards, he’s having dinner with a ‘friend’, which I can only assume is a girl, based on his vagueness. Like a good mom, I smile and tell him to have fun, be careful, and that I won’t wait for him to eat.