Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
I’ve always had a thing for older women, but Marleen—Mees’s mom—took that fantasy to a whole new level. At 46, she’s a goddamn vision: blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, a big, curvy ass that sways with every step, and tits that could stop traffic. I’ve seen her in a red bra once, during a family vacation with my parents and hers. It was seared into my brain, that crimson lace hugging her perfect curves. I’ve jerked off to that memory more times than I care to admit.
Today, I had an excuse to see her. She’d left her phone at my house last night after dinner with my family, her husband Joost, and their kids. Mees, my buddy from hockey, wasn’t home when I rolled up to their place. Neither was Joost or the younger siblings. Just Marleen, answering the door in a tight white tank top and denim shorts that barely contained her. My heart kicked into overdrive.
“Lukas, hey! You’re a lifesaver,” she said, her voice smooth as honey, flashing me a smile that could melt steel. “Come in, I owe you for bringing my phone back.”
I stepped inside, the air between us already crackling. “No big deal, Marleen. Just figured you’d need it.” I handed her the phone, my fingers brushing hers for a split second longer than necessary. Her green eyes flicked up to mine, sharp and knowing.
“You’re sweet. Want something to drink? I’ve got lemonade, or… something stronger if you’re feeling adventurous.” She smirked, turning toward the kitchen, her hips swaying like a fucking metronome. My eyes locked on that ass, and I felt a twitch in my jeans.
“Lemonade’s fine,” I said, following her, my voice a little rougher than I intended. “Unless you’re trying to get me in trouble with something stronger.”
She laughed, low and throaty, glancing over her shoulder as she poured two glasses. “Trouble? Oh, Lukas, I don’t think you need my help with that. You’ve got ‘bad idea’ written all over you.”
I grinned, leaning against the counter, close enough to smell the faint floral scent of her perfume. “And what about you? You’ve got ‘dangerous’ written all over that tank top.”
Her eyebrows shot up, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she stepped closer, handing me the glass, her fingers grazing mine again. “Careful, kid. You’re playing with fire, and I don’t burn easy.”
“Kid? I’m 22, Marleen. And I’m pretty sure I can handle a little heat.” My gaze dropped to her lips, full and glossy, then back to her eyes. The tension was a live wire, buzzing between us. I wanted to grab her right then, pin her against the counter, and find out just how hot she could get.
She tilted her head, studying me like a predator sizing up prey. “You think you’ve got the guts to handle me? I’m not one of your little hockey groupies, Lukas. I play hard.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” I shot back, setting my glass down without breaking eye contact. My cock was already half-hard just from the way she was looking at me, challenging me. “Question is, are you all talk, or do you back it up?”
Her lips parted, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before it morphed into something darker, hungrier. She stepped even closer, her chest brushing mine, her breath warm against my jaw. “You’ve got a mouth on you. Keep pushing, and you’ll find out exactly what I back up.”
That was it. The dam broke. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against me, feeling the heat of her body through that thin tank top. She gasped, her hands pushing against my chest for a half-second like she might resist, but then her fingers curled into my shirt, yanking me closer. Our mouths crashed together, all teeth and tongue, a desperate, messy kiss that tasted like forbidden fruit.
“Fuck, Marleen,” I growled against her lips, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, squeezing hard. “You’ve been driving me crazy for months.”
She bit my lower lip, hard enough to sting, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Then do something about it, Lukas. Don’t just stand there talking.” Her voice was a dare, a command, and it sent a jolt straight to my cock, now throbbing in my jeans.
I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I backed her into the counter, the edge digging into her hips. She moaned into my mouth, her pussy grinding against me through our clothes, already wet—I could feel it. My hands were everywhere, under her shirt, palming her tits, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples through that damn bra. She was panting now, her breath hot against my neck as I kissed down her throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“Lukas,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Don’t stop. I want you. Now.”
I wasn’t about to argue. My cock was aching, begging to be freed, to bury itself deep inside her dripping heat. I yanked at her shorts, ready to tear them off, ready to give her everything she was demanding—and more.
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