“Tell me,” she said.
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me who you slept with. You’re my block boys. I want to know who you really are.”
Without hesitation, Milo told her. He told her about the first two weeks of class, and about coming in to speak to his professor about a test he’d supposedly flunked. About how the professor had him on his knees in minutes, eating her out while she graded papers and made phone calls like nothing was going on.
That left Mrs. Candless squirming, and her lips parted as he began to rub the arch of her foot, her ticklishness forgotten about.
Milo told her too about the real estate agent he met at a school fundraiser, and about how she blew him in the front seat of her Cadillac SUV. Mrs. Candless’s knees slid further apart with that one, her eyes locked on him the whole time. The remote dropped to the floor when he told her about the MILF, rubbing her other foot now as he detailed in more specific ways what they’d done together.
* * *
Milo’s eyes burned holes into Emilia’s. He brought her foot up to his lips, and kissed it. “She’d just given birth a year ago,” he murmured. “Her tits… they still had milk to give.”
“Oh my God,” Emilia whispered. Her pussy was drenched. If Milo could see down her skirt, he’d know he could take her right there and then and she’d beg him for more. The thought of this beautiful young man sucking at her nipples, sucking out her milk… it was so much. And the lips on her skin…
“That’s not even getting into what I did with her and Jamie together,” Milo said.
“You… slept with them both? Together?”
Milo sucked her big toe into his mouth, watching her as he wet it with his tongue. He only let it free after a long moment, and breathed, “Yes.”
Her other foot rested across his legs. She twisted until she could guide it across his hip, Milo still only watched her eyes, even when she grazed his cock in his basketball shorts. He was long, that much she could tell, and he was so very hard. Her son’s best friend, hard for her.
“I’m married,” she whispered, dragging her foot up and down the length of his prick.
“So what?” Milo asked. His hand left her foot and dropped to the hem of her skirt. She couldn’t help a moan as he inched the fabric higher, to her knees.
“Jim’s a good man.” And still her foot rubbed his cock.
“Good men don’t leave their wives unsatisfied,” Milo said. There was a note of aggression to his voice, something she’d never heard from him. Her sweet Milo was not the man she thought he was, she realized. There was an alpha in there somewhere, a man who took. And she wanted to be taken so fucking bad.
“Landon’s your best friend…”
Milo pushed his butt up off the couch, and she grabbed at the hand on her skirt, trying to keep him there. But he wasn’t going anywhere. Instead, all he did was slide his shorts and his boxers down. Down far enough that his long, meaty cock sprang free.
“Oh my God,” Emilia whispered.
“Let me tell you one thing,” Milo said. “I don’t give a fuck about Jim or Landon. Not when I can have you.”