Mafia Desire (Erotica)

He wiped at his forehead, then grabbing the bottom of his tank top lifted it up to wipe his face. Oh, for Christ’s sake I thought, he’d been watching too much porn. Nevertheless I found myself staring at his chiseled tanned stomach and felt my heart begin to beat faster. While my eyes devoured his body I noticed a drip of sweat running down his stomach and had the desire to lean forward and lick it off of him. I lowered my gaze and realized immediately that was a bad move.

My face was just about level with his crotch and not for the first time I wondered if he stuffed his jeans. They were tight and I found myself staring at one hell of a bulge. I knew I should look away, but my eyes lingered and the thought that I was on my knees in front of him caused a warm feeling between my legs. I imagined, unzipping him and pulling out that hard young cock, of giving him a blow job that would make his eyes roll. I’d be so much better than his little girlfriends and he would certainly be better than…Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I closed my eyes and told myself to stop. Using Chad for a little night time motivation was one thing, in person was another. I opened my eyes and looked up to see him smiling down at me. In an instant I knew he was thinking the same exact thing and another wave of forbidden heat flowed through me. I noticed his eyes lingering below my face and glanced down to see my hard nipples poking through the tank top. I quickly stood up; brushing some of the dirt from my knees and straightening saw he was still looking.

“Now what are you looking at?” I asked.

Chad shrugged and said, “Sorry Mrs. Wilson.” He was smirking when he said it and his brown eyes were staring straight into mine.

“Sorry you were looking or sorry you were caught?” I asked.

“Neither really.” He laughed, “Are you sorry I was looking?”

Be careful Brenda. “It’s very flattering.” I told him. “Nice looking young guy like you checking out an old lady like me. Makes me feel I’m not so bad for my age.”

“Not bad for any age.” He winked.

“Now Chad,” I said shaking my head, “Would you really want to be with a married woman?”

“If she’d let me.”

“Well you’ll have to keep looking then.” I said, crossing my arms over my tits. My nipples were so hard they were aching.

“Guess so.” he shrugged. “I’m only playing around though. I just think you’re pretty hot.”

“Well speaking of hot, it’s not getting any cooler so why don’t you finish up?”

“Ouch.” He placed his hand over his chest. “She shoots, she scores.”

I laughed at him and he gave me a huge smile, but not that fake pretty one, this one was genuine and even more attractive because of it.

“Hey” Greg’s voice called out to our left. “Am I paying you to take care of the yard or hit on my wife?”

We both turned to see Greg, dressed in a white dress shirt and black slacks coming towards us. Besides his words what caught my attention was since when did he dress up to work on a Saturday?

“What’s the matter with you?” I asked.

“Oh, please! I’ve been looking out the window for the last minute watching you two making eyes at each other.”

“We were just talking.” Chad said calmly.

“Oh yeah?” he pointed down at my legs, “That why her knees are dirty?”

“Greg!” I exclaimed, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I knew I’d been flirting and not minding that Chad was and maybe that wasn’t quite right, but that comment stunned me.

“Me? I’m not the one standing here dressed like a slut in front of some kid.”

“I am not dressed like…”

“You’re not wearing a fucking bra and you probably had to pry your ass into those shorts. What’re you trying to do, look his age?”

“Mr. Wilson,” Chad began. “We… I…. wasn’t doing anything, really.”

“Don’t say anything, Chad.” I told him. “He’s being an asshole.”

Greg shook his head, “Yeah, my wife’s half dressed with dirty knees in front of a teenager in heat and…”

“Hey I’m twenty!” Chad said indignantly.

“Won’t live to see twenty one if you keep fucking around with married women.” Greg pointed at him.

“Are you threatening me?” Chad’s eyes widened and he took a step towards Greg.

“I’m warning you, kid.” Greg said, “You can get in a lot of trouble fooling with someone’s wife.”

“Shut up Greg.” I said getting between them. “You want to be a prick to me, fine. Don’t start on him.”

“Aw, how sweet, protecting your little boy toy.” Greg gave me a nasty smirk. “You’re acting like his mommy. Then again, you’re old enough to be.”

Looking at Greg, gut hanging over his waist and knowing his idea of exercise these days was lifting the remote, I bit back the remark that it wasn’t Chad who needed protecting. Ignoring his latest taunt, I tried to stop him from getting his ass handed to him.

“Greg…”

“Which is what makes you really pathetic, Brenda.” He continued, “A woman your age out here trying to show off to a guy like him.” he laughed, “Desperate housewife.”

“You son of a bitch.” That was it, I’d had it. “Maybe I wouldn’t be des…”

“Whatever,” Greg waved his hand at me, “You’re right. Nothing’s going on. No way a young kid like that would want a used up slut like you.”

“Hey!” Chad snapped behind me, causing me to jump. “You don’t talk to a woman like that!”

“Please, kid, what do you know about women?” Greg shook his head at him. “You’ve barely gotten your dick wet and that’s all you think with. You get older you learn to show them their place.”

“My place?” I repeated numbly, who the hell was this guy?

“And assholes like you are the reason women think men are all pigs.”

Chad stepped around me and stepped up to Greg, “You got a real big mouth with women. Guys like you always do.” He put his arms out, “What you got to say to me old man?”

“Old man?” Greg asked, his eyes widening,

“If she’s old enough to be my mother, you’re old enough to be my father.” Chad made a show of looking Greg up and down, “Or in the shape you’re in maybe my grandfather.”

What the hell was this, high school? I went to step between them again, when Greg laughed and pointed at me, “Bet this is getting you hot, isn’t it Brenda? You’re little friend sticking up for you.”

“I’m sticking up for her because she’s better than you deserve.” Chad told him heatedly.

“And what does she deserve Chad? A nice young guy who’ll lie to her and tell her she’s still hot, so she’ll get on her knees and suck your cock out of gratitude?”

“My god, Greg,” I said softly.

As bad as his words were the look on his face was even worse. Greg was staring at me with nothing short of disdain. What had I done to deserve this? As it had the other night, the feelings of hurt and humiliation overwhelmed my anger and I found myself standing there like the pathetic victim he was treating me like.

“Holy shit.” Chad said, and turning to me asked, “Why the hell are you with…”

“Because she knows I’m right.” Greg said then putting his finger in Chad’s chest raised his voice, “Now get your sorry ass out of my yard and if I see you near my wife again, I’ll kick your ass, got it?”

Chad looked like he was going to continue, but I shook my head and with a disgusted grunt, he said, “Whatever tough guy. The only thing you could beat me at would be a race to a buffet, but I’ll leave out of respect for your wife.”

“At least someone respects me.” I said quietly.

“Try earning it and maybe I will.”

Without another word, Greg turned around and walked across the yard to the BMW he’d blown half our savings on three months ago and made a show of peeling out of the driveway. I stood there fighting back the tears so I wouldn’t feel even more pathetic. Chad was quiet as well and after a moment sighed and started to walk towards the mower.

“Chad, stop.” I reached out and grabbed his arm.

When he turned to look at me, I got control of myself and said quietly. “I… I’m so sorry. I don’t know…”

“No, Mrs Wilson,” Chad interrupted, putting his hand on my shoulder, “I’m sorry. Sorry you feel like you have to put up with that piece of shit.”

I stared into his eyes and realized here was a kid half my age telling me I shouldn’t be dealing with this. If that didn’t tell me something about how bad things had gotten. Still, I found I was trying to stick up for Greg.

“He’s… he’s not really like that Chad.”

“Yeah? Must be a quick learner because he’s damn good at it, but hey, it’s your life.”

“Gee thanks.”