My Mother's Boyfriend

Part 2

Alejandro.

Maya is on my mind, and I cannot concentrate on my men. The sight of her in my shirt last night was so sexy. It implied we were intimate- the setting of it. I simply could not resist thinking of her lips on mine and I took advantage.

I took her back to the apartment to seclude her from my family. Undisturbed by all. I have learnt a bit about Maya, and she is one to completely drop something once she is disturbed. I wanted no distractions on her part.

Now I am thinking maybe we should have been disturbed, for now, I cannot think of anything but that.

Last night I had every intention of kissing her alone, but I wanted her to be comfortable with me, so I jokingly pulled her on top of me, thinking she would have resisted. As she normally would have- or at least I sort of expected her to.

Things went south from there. My pirck had other plans from then.

As soon as I felt her fleshy bottom on me- it's all I can think of now. How did she end up seducing me? I am sure she has no idea what game she is playing. The danger of it. I am not a little boy curious about what possibilities might lay ahead of me with a hot chic that I might be able to gain some knowledge about her and brag to my friends about after. I am a man- a fully grown and very much experienced man, who knows what should take place next. In my world, there are no barriers for me. I see what I want and take what I want- not that I ever get any objections from, uh, the opposite s*x.

She has no idea how difficult that was. To simply kiss her and leave it at that. I had to jack myself off when she slept away, happy as fcuk cuz she had her first kiss. Fcuk- I am a man with needs. Needs that were dormant until last night.

Okay fine- it's been almost three weeks since I last found myself inside the warmth of a woman’s softness- God...I’m wondering what she feels like.

Angelo and Marcus are staring at me, waiting for an answer. Truthfully, I cannot recall the conversation except it had something to do with our cousin’s club.

“Esto está en candela, necesitamos resolverlo rápido,” (This is a difficult situation; we need to solve it quickly) uncle Aemon hisses out, his arms folded across his huge chest. I do not know how he is related to us, but I grew up calling him uncle. My father trusted his words more than any other man, so he automatically had a say in our matters. I think he was married to a distant cousin or something, but she died, and he never bothered much with remarrying.

He's tall and slim build but could take all of us down with his fighting skills as long as we did not use weapons. Possibly all of us together. Mixed martial arts, is his technique and even though he is near fifty, he does not look it- even with his greying hair. Well, it’s only his sideburns and temple area that are grey. Only his scars will give a bit of insight into his ‘pretty boy’ appearance when his shirt comes off.

Mama used to say that nobody believed it because his nose is straighter than a ruler, as opposed to most fighters who have a bit of a crooked bridge when their nose is broken.

“Let Paolo handle it,” I mutter, heading down to the gym. An hour later, I am showered and heading back to meet Maya whom I had left asleep this morning, returning to the house alone. I did not want to disturb the sleeping beauty.

“I thought you left me as punishment for last night,” she greets me impishly. Her smile is bright, and her mid-back, slightly wavy black hair is in a messed-up bun that I see everywhere on everyone these days. And she is in another one of my shirts. Another white and I could see her dark ar*olas through it.

Fuccckkk. She was still in this mood? Where is the girl who hides behind her books, moping? Avoiding me? Leaving the room when she spots me entering it? I have been reading her wrong since last night.

“I brought you food,” I hold up a paper bag containing Chinese food as I walk in.

“Hmm, why can’t I have you?” She shocks me with her words, and I stare at her as she circles around the couch to come to me. The girl only wants to “make out” and that would be fine if I was her age, but my responses are different.

She wants a little touch here and there and I last night wanted to throw her down and rip her clothes off- my shirt off her soft body. To feel every crevice of her flesh contoured onto mine.

Maya’s curves had taken me by complete surprise. Her fleshy bottom moulded perfectly on my lap. Her soft heated core could have been felt through her panty and my trousers, igniting my blood vessels.

Her br*asts fit in my hands perfectly. I could still feel the fullness of them, swelling under my touch, her n*pples erect. Her wide hips. Soft skin. Craving to be kissed, sucked, bitten...

But no, this has to stop. I can control myself now that I can prepare myself properly.

Indulging her a bit, I allowed her to kiss me, lowering my neck so she could reach my lips. She’s not quite good yet and a bit hesitant. Not wanting to scare her, I pull her closer to me but not crushing her body on mine. My hands circle her hips and in a circular motion, I rub her fleshy ass, grabbing it a bit. Gently, not slowly.

Coaxing her with my tongue, her tongue slowly makes its way into my mouth. She is unsure of what to do, so I take the lead but allow her to still do as she pleases. After all, this is her learning phase.

And she’s drunk or near it. I could taste the wine.

Moaning softly, I pull away, kissing the side of her mouth, turning her head to the side a bit with my face, and planting a few more light kisses leading down to her neck. She moans, then pulls away embarrassed. Maya must have forgotten her very much satisfied sounds of pleasure last night.

Smiling, I also give a few throaty sounds as I tug her back towards me and kiss the other side of her neck to the sound to make her comfortable. “Mi bebe borracha.” (my drunk baby) Planting one quicker kiss on her swollen lips, I gave her a sideways smile, backing away from her to hold her hands as I did so.

No, I did not have an erection, but I will if we continue this any longer.

“Eat, let us head home after,” I mutter heading far from the couch and bedroom and towards the kitchen. Home is much safer. Seeing my family around will keep my free mind from roaming places that are forbidden to me.

“What about the food from last night?”

“You didn’t eat that?” She had starved the entire afternoon? Surely, she knows how to heat ramen. There were packets in the kitchen cupboard.

“I do, not do breakfast,” I hear her close behind me.

“It’s evening Maya,” I scold her, vertical lines appearing between my eyes as I open the cupboard doors one by one to scrutinize the contents. Canned meats, pasta, packets of soup, water, protein powder, Gatorade...It’s full of edibles.

“I wonder if my clothes are dry now? It’s so warm- cold under here without anything on.” Her ingénue is clear in the art of seduction. Cold meant she needed to be warmed up. I am sure one day she will get the bold words right, with the pitch in her tone too.

Fcuk. This girl is intentionally testing me- I swear. Before she says it, I know what she is about to say and I press my knuckles on the countertop, closing my eyes, resting some of my weight on them.

“My underwear is drying-”

Never did I expect the other part.

“-pantyless at the moment Ale.”

God save me. In all my years I have never had my heart rate speeding up this way- well except when I was about her age. Back when I was still obsessed with her mother.

Uma, I am so sorry. I swear this is not what I had intended when I married her. I swear.

“Maya stop this. You wanted a kiss; I gave it to you. Go write about it in your diary.” I hear the rejection in my tone, but she does not. It just proves just how naive she is. I am a leech to have done that. I should never have touched her.

“It’s just my flesh rubbing here, rubbing against this material.”