MILF: Wrong Kind of Love

by Erin Noelle

  So that’s the plan: get my fix and then get my shit together. After all, I can’t play video games for the rest of my life.

  THURSDAY.

  D-DAY.

  IT’S HERE.

  I’m a mess.

  Fuck me.

  That’s exactly what’s going to happen.

  I wake up to a text from Stella that reads, Unshrivel that pussy. Chuckling, I shake my head and toss the phone onto the nightstand as I slide off the mattress. Only my sister would know how to help relieve the massive bundle of nerves swirling around in my gut. My pussy is not shriveled up.

  After a quick shower, I lotion up, blow dry my hair, and apply a light coat of mascara. I don’t want Adam wondering why I’m so fixed up so early in the morning, but I also want to look good for Gray, still unsure when or how this is going to happen.

  Next, I step into the blue satin thong and slip the see-through nightie over my head, feeling naughtier than I ever have as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I’m still anxious and a tiny bit worried, but the sight of myself in something so sexy is stimulating. I’ve never worn lingerie before, but now I realize why women like it—I feel confident, sensual, and even a little slutty. And surprisingly, that turns me on.

  I no longer feel like Mia, the stay-at-home wife and mom who forgets about herself. No, I’m finally becoming the Mia I always deserved to be, the one who follows her dreams and accepts it’s okay to feel sexy, even nearing forty. And damn, this Mia feels good.

  The ringing of my phone from the bedroom disrupts my self-admiring and straying thoughts, which is probably for the best for now, considering I still need to cook Adam breakfast before his interview like I promised.

  Rushing out of the bathroom and across my room, I pick the phone up just as the call is sent to voicemail. The display shows the call was from Jonathan, who I’ve been waiting to hear back from with the scheduled date of my show, but I’ll have to return the call later today, when I can better concentrate. I’ve got too many other things on my mind right now.

  I grab my favorite fluffy white robe from my closet and put it on, tying it tightly around my waist. The last thing I need is it opening up and Adam seeing what I’m wearing under it. Once I’ve confirmed everything is properly hidden, I hurry down the hall, noting that the showers in both Adam and Gray’s bathrooms are running, and downstairs to the kitchen.

  As I’m finishing the first batch of French toast, Adam strides into the room with a bright smile, dressed sharp in a charcoal suit.

  “Mornin’, Mom. It smells delicious down here,” he greets me with a quick kiss on the cheek as he grabs a mug from the cabinet.

  “Hey there, my handsome son.” I grin back at him while moving my attention over to the frying bacon. “Coffee is ready, and breakfast will be in about ten minutes. You all ready for this?”

  He pours and fixes his coffee, then takes a seat at one of the stools around the kitchen island, where we’ve grown accustomed to eating our casual meals since Mark left. “I am. I feel good about it, especially knowing I made their top three candidates out of over a hundred applicants.”

  “Do you know what today’s interview will consist of?” I ask as I grab three plates from the cabinet.

  Spinning around to face him, I catch sight of Gray just as he’s strutting into the room and I nearly lose my grip on the plates. I quickly recover and set them down on the counter before they go crashing to the ground.

  “Good morning, Gray,” I say, trying to sound as relaxed as possible.

  Wearing a plain black fitted t-shirt with a pair of worn, tattered jeans that are frayed around the bottom of the legs, his feet are bare and his finger-combed dark hair is still damp from the shower. He looks absolutely tasty this morning; I may skip breakfast and just wait to eat him.

  Lord, help me. I’m turning into my sister.

  “Buenos dias,” he replies, a cocky smirk playing on his face as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He grabs the milk out of the refrigerator and pours a glass. “¿Qué hay para desayunar?”

  Oh, now he wants to break out the Spanish, eh? Does he think that makes him sexier when he does that? I’m not even going to admit the answer to that question to myself.

  An intoxicating aromatic mixture of amber, cedar, and a hint of sea breeze fills the room as he moves around, one that’s much different from the spice and musk scent I’ve grown accustomed to in Adam’s body wash and cologne. I’ve never noticed the smell before, so it makes me wonder if he went out and got new stuff for today too. Or maybe I’m totally overthinking all of this and need to get a grip.

  I stand and stare blankly at him, having no idea what he said except for good morning. “You’re going to have to speak English here if you’re expecting a response. My Spanish is limited to about five or six words, other than counting to ten.”

  Adam laughs as he peers over his shoulder at Gray, patting the stool next to him. “Come take a seat, man.” Then turning his attention back to me, he explains, “She’s making French toast and bacon, from what I can tell. Sorry, no banana pancakes for you this morning.”

  “I guess I’ll let it slide, since it’s your big day.” Gray grins at his friend and straddles the seat. “You look good, bro. Nice choice on the tie.”

  I shuffle back over to the stovetop, plating the food as I attempt to calm my nerves. Come on, Mia, just act normal. Relax and have fun. Relax and have fun. Relax and have fun.

  “I was just about to tell Mom about what all’s going to happen today,” Adam says as I place a plate in front of each of them. He pauses to thank me, and then continues, “Basically, they’re having each of us spend a day at the firm, separately, so they can see how we work with the current employees in their work environment. From what I gather, all three of us are evenly qualified in talent and schooling, so now it’s just about our personality and working style.”

  “So you’re going to be there all day?” Gray asks in between bites.

  Adam nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, at least most of the day. I figure the longer they keep me, the better.”

  Gray glances up at me, a wicked twinkle in his eye, and my stomach somersaults with anticipation. We’re going to have all day by ourselves? I wasn’t prepared for this. I thought it’d be a quick thing, and then I could go hide out in my room for the rest of the day…or the year.

  “Speaking of which,” Adam drinks the last of his coffee and wipes his mouth with a napkin, “I better get out of here so I’m not late. That definitely wouldn’t be a good first impression.”

  He rounds the island and hugs me tight. “Wish me luck, Mom. If I’m not going to make it home for dinner, I’ll let you now.”

  “You don’t need any luck, hun.” I smile sincerely up at him. “Just be you and they’re sure to love you.”

  Patting Gray on the back before he leaves, he waves his hand in the air as he heads out the door. “See y’all later. Have a good day!”

  A good day? That’s what I’m hoping for.

  The minute Adam steps outside the house, the mood inside changes. The sexual tension between us is suddenly so thick, and neither of us has even said a word. Mia begins nervously flitting around the kitchen, cleaning up the mess from breakfast, avoiding making eye contact with me. The fact she’s as wound up as I am about what’s about to happen pleases me greatly. My cock is already getting hard.

  Scooting the stool out to stand up, she stills at the sound of the wood scraping across the floor. Instead of going to her immediately, I wait, giving her a few moments to calm down. Even from across the kitchen, I can see her struggling to regulate her breathing, her chest expanding and contracting erratically under that damn robe I can’t wait to peel away from her body.

  Slowly, I pad over to where she’s standing in front of the sink and gently press my front against her back. Lifting my hand, I gather her hair and sweep it over one shoulder, giving me access to her neck. “I think the rest of the cleaning can wait,” I murmur, my lips skimming a
cross the shell of her exposed ear.

  “What should we do instead?” she whispers seductively as she tilts her head to the side, giving me better access.

  Unable to resist the invitation, I lower my face into the soft skin, inhaling her sweet, citrusy smell while I lightly kiss across to her shoulder and back to the base of her neck. “I’ve got a few ideas, but I think we should move upstairs first.”

  She hums her agreement, the vibrations radiating through my lips and straight to my dick. Without a second thought, I pick her up, cradling her petite body in my arms, and bound up the stairs to my room. I want her scent on my sheets, so later I can lie in bed and smell her presence, remembering that even if this is a one-time thing, I did have her.

  Kicking the door shut behind us, I lower her to her feet, this time facing me, so I can look into those mesmerizing blue eyes as I undress her. Keeping my gaze locked on her face, I brush my palm across the length of her throat, tracing my thumb up and over her chin to her mouth. She shivers at my touch and her lips naturally part for me, but as much as I want to kiss her now, I want to play with her a bit more, tease her until she’s begging for it.

  “Ever since I’ve been back from Spain, I’ve been thinking about how to get you in my bed,” I admit, lazily stroking the back of my hand across her cheek. “Living here has been the most delicious form of torture ever.”

  Her tongue darts out of her mouth, sweeping across her lower lip where my thumb was, and she smiles up at me. “Would I be a terrible person if I said that makes me happy?”

  Releasing a hearty laugh, I pull her closer to me. “Only if you tell me you haven’t felt the same way.”

  The smile on her face quickly transforms into a playful smirk. “I can if you want me to lie,” she jests.

  “No lies,” I mumble as I grab hold of the tie holding her robe together. “No lies, and no robes.”

  Both of our eyes drop to where my fingers threaten to expose what she’s wearing underneath her cover-up. My cock throbs in my jeans and my heart beats wildly in my chest as I gradually begin to untie the bow, more excited than I ever thought I’d be to see what she’s wearing, or not wearing, for me. Once the knot is undone, I tug lightly on the belt, which causes the robe to fall open. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the vision waiting for me.

  “Mia,” I exhale her name as I take her all in. “You’re breathtaking.”

  She lifts her gaze up to meet mine, a demure expression dancing across her face as she wrinkles her nose. “You like it?”

  Clasping her hips, I yank her body flush against mine and rest my forehead on hers. “I more than like it, mi cielo. I fucking love it.”

  “What does that mean? Mi cielo?”

  “It means ‘my heaven’, which is exactly what you look like right now.” Gliding one hand around to her lower back, I trace small circles with the heel of my hand near the base of her spine while rubbing my nose up and down the length of hers. “You’re my little slice of heaven, Mia.”

  A small whimper escapes her, and I know I’m done for. I no longer care about teasing or making her beg. I need her, all of her. Now.

  My fingers walk up her backbone until they sink into her thick mane. The entire time, my stare is glued to her face, captivated as I watch uncontrollable lust replace the unnecessary nerves. Fuck me, she’s beautiful.

  With my fingertips pressed firmly into her scalp, holding her head slanted slightly up to the ceiling, I drop my mouth to the spot directly below her ear. I plant a soft kiss to the delicate flesh before dragging my lips across her jaw, down the slope of her chin, until they land at the heart of her throat. Feeling her accelerated pulse against my kiss ignites a desire inside me like I’ve never known.

  Instantly, I knew I was wrong before. There’s no way one time with this woman is going to satisfy me. I doubt I’ll ever get enough of her.

  I’m so screwed.

  My fingertips caress the curve of her jaw as I nibble my way down to her collarbone, leisurely exploring every inch of magnificence Mia has to offer. My free hand falls to the small of her back, pressing her even closer to me, grinding my hard heat against her lower belly.

  “Gray,” she moans, pawing at my shirt, “I want this off. I need to feel your skin against mine.”

  “Take it off then,” I instruct, pulling back to look into her blue eyes, which look less like a cloudless sky and more like a building storm right now. “No holding back with me. Don’t be afraid to take what you want.”

  Not needing to be told twice, she grasps at the bottom hem and tugs upward, peeling the cotton away from my torso and tossing it to the floor. Her hands immediately return to my chest, fingers spread wide, her thumb stroking across my hardened nipple. A husky growl rumbles in the back of my throat at her warm touch, and before she can make another move, I finally claim her mouth with mine.

  THE SECOND HIS LIPS TOUCH MINE, I’m a goner…lost in everything Gray is offering, a slave to my body’s desires, all reservations and doubts obliterated.

  My hands snake up his chest, curling behind his neck as I bury my fingers into his hair. Closing my eyes, I throw myself into the kiss, basking in the warmth of his full lips pressed against mine and the strength of his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. As one of his hands glides over to grasp my hipbone, the other travels up my back to clutch the nape of my neck, holding me in place as he deepens the kiss. My tongue sweeps through his mouth, seeking out his as my body revels in the heady combination of anticipation and relaxation all at once.

  Slowly breaking free from the kiss, he steps back slightly and allows his hungry gaze to travel up and down the length of my body, licking his lips like he’s about to dig into his favorite dessert.

  “You’re more beautiful than I ever could’ve imagined,” he rasps, reaching out to stroke his thumb across the apple of my cheek. “Tan preciosa.”

  The deep timbre of his voice, mixed with his gentle touch, rouses a yearning inside me I never knew possible. Never before have I been so aroused, so wet between my legs, and I still have my clothes on! I half expect to wake up from this dream at any minute.

  His hand falls to the blue spaghetti strap on my shoulder and he slips one finger under the silky material, running it back and forth over my shoulder. “I think this needs to go,” he growls.

  I nod and draw my bottom lip between my teeth as he reaches behind me to unclasp the nightie. Gradually, Gray eases the thin straps down my arms, his feather-light touch somehow managing to ignite my desire even more. With the material slowly falling away, revealing my body inch-by-inch, I’m left standing only in a thong in front of him, and I fight the urge to cover myself. Reaching out to palm both of my breasts, his thumbs teasingly sweep over my pebbled nipples, causing me to gasp with delighted shock.

  Unable to form a rational thought, I tremble and let out a shaky sigh. Gray’s hands glide around to the small of my back as he lowers his head to my chest. Giving my nipple a firm suck then skimming his tongue over the moistened bud, it causes sensual pleasure to shoot through me and my mouth falls open, my labored breaths filling the silence.

  Floating in an erotic haze, my fingers thread through his hair while I listen to his satisfied hum. He pulls away slightly, but keeps my nipple trapped between his teeth, tugging until my back arches and I cry out with pleasure. Clutching him to me, he thoroughly kisses and licks the swollen area before doing the same to the other.

  He stands up straight, releasing my breast from his mouth with a loud pop, and then walks me backward until my legs hit the bed. With a supporting hand nestled between my shoulder blades, he lowers me backward until I’m flat on the mattress. I grab hold of his strong arms, holding my breath as he lays me out before him, my legs dangling over the side, parted so he can stand in between.

  “Jesus, you’re fucking killing me,” he says with a coarsened edge to his voice, his fingertips trailing from my throat, down between my breasts.

  “I think it’s you that’s killing me,” I repl
y with a half-smile, peering up at him as his powerful body hovers over me. “But I never knew how much I’d enjoy dying.”

  A hint of something carnal flashes across his face as he clenches his jaw. “We’re just getting started, belleza.”

  Shifting my hips restlessly, he captures my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, twisting and pulling on the tender nubs back and forth in such a way that it sends tingling vibrations surging through every part of my body. Once I reach the point I’m not sure I can take it any longer, his hands drift down to the top of my panties and his fingers teasingly dip inside the top elastic band, skimming back and forth from hipbone to hipbone.

  “Gray, please,” I pant, bowing up off the mattress.

  “Please what?” he asks, batting his eyelashes innocently, as if he has no idea what he’s doing to me.

  “Please take them off. I want—I need you to touch me,” I plead.

  “Since you asked so nicely.” He smirks as he grabs the waistband of my panties, tugging them swiftly down my legs, leaving me completely bare to him.

  Even though I asked for it, I gasp at my sudden nakedness and my eyes glance up to his face, measuring his reaction. His expression grows ravenous, his brown eyes almost black as they cloud with desire. Dropping to his knees, his stare meets mine as he brushes his palms up my calves and over my knees. “You said you can count in Spanish, right?” he asks.

  Propped up on my elbows, I nod and murmur a yes while I watch in a dream-like state as his fingers trail along my inner thighs, spreading my legs farther.

  “I want to hear you count in Spanish every time I make you come, Mia,” he instructs, sliding his hand to the apex of my thighs, skimming his fingertip over me intimately. I shudder with decadent delight at his simplistic touch, and then he does it again. “Each,” this time with a little more pressure, “and every,” then he drops his face to meet his hand, softly kissing my sensitive nub, “time.” Lifting his head back up, he raises his brow at me. “Can you do that for me, mi cielo?”