Marco moved smoothly across the room and greeted my mother, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. "Good morning, sweetheart." He said with that sexy, leathery voice of his.
"Morning," my mom merely gave him a small smile in reply before approaching me. Here it comes. "Must you always dress that way?" She had a deep scowl on her face and I was actually enjoying the fact that I can still piss her off even after 20 years.
"Yes," I simply nodded and returned to my breakfast. I heard Marco snort and I could feel her glare.
She let out an surrendering huff and rolled her eyes. Marco's eyes sparkled in delight at me while I smirked back at him. Despite him being my mother's 26 year-old companion, he still loved to get a rise out of her. And so did I.
It was pretty weird at that time when my mom introduced her new "fiancé" - who was basically another bed-warmer, her fifth, I might add - to me. My mom usually went for men with high taste. Men with suits and ties. But Marco?
I almost laughed at the thought. Marco had been our pool boy. Yes, we were pretty well off. But him? Wow, he was built like a Greek god. The muscles, the chiseled cheekbones. It was as if Michelangelo had sculpted him. Utter perfection.
The first time I saw him, he was washing the pool's walls. He wore a singlet and those glorious arms of his were exposed. The deliciously tanned mocha skin was beautiful. His muscles flexed as he pushed the broom back and forth. Sweat slicked down his arms and caused the white fabric to cling to every part of his six-pack. The whole time, I kept thinking what it would be like for him to push in and out of me.
I hadn't realized that my mom was by the pool in her sexiest bikini, supposedly tanning. She was ogling him, just as fascinated as I was.
However, while my fascination lasted even until my mother introduced him as her new fiancé to me, my mother grew bored of Marco as soon as they got engaged two months ago. Marco didn't really care as long as he got to enjoy the sex with a cougar. But I was jealous. How could my mom not realize how amazingly sexy and not to mention sweet this man was?
"Amanda, will you help me out in the garage today?" Marco asked as he flung the dirty rag over his shoulder.
"Uh, sure." I nodded, trying so hard not to stare at those full lips of his. Perfectly kissable. Definitely better than Brent, that douchey ex-boyfriend of mine.
When I reached our garage after I showered, Marco was working underneath the car. I could only see his bottom half and what a good sight that was. Licking my lips, my eyes travelled from those shaped ankles, muscled thighs and to that tent in his pants. If I was really desperate, I'd probably pull of his pants and gladly suck him off right there.
No shame. No shame at all.
Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I cleared my throat. He slid out from underneath, looking absolutely handsome even with the oil smeared on his face.
"Hey," I grinned. "What can I do?"
He grinned back, "Since I'm done with the repairs. How about we clean this car? Your mom wouldn't want to do something like this anyway."
"True," I murmured. My mom would probably cut off her own hand rather than do manual labor.
Marco pushed the car out to the driveway and I followed closely behind. The neighborhood was empty today because there was some huge event going on on the next block. Mom went, of course, but Marco and I refused to dress up just for some posh, snooty upper class society gathering.
He grabbed the hose and tossed it to me. "I'll wash it, you rinse it."
"Don't we make the perfect couple? Go teamwork!" I sarcastically smiled.
He chuckled, then proceeded to soap up the car. Those biceps of his. I was drooling by then, looking at those wonderful arms move so casually. He was effortlessly gorgeous. It was so unfair. When he started to sweat under the sweltering sun, he shrugged off his shirt and I was left as a puddle on the sidewalk. My God. The shaped lines on his abdomen and the fine line of hair trailing down towards that heaven in his pants.
"Amanda," God my name sounded so wonderful rolling off his tongue. If only I got him to say it if I was in bed with him - wait, what?
"Huh?" I snapped back to reality.
He had a smug smirk on his face, "Rinse, baby. Rinse. Stop staring."
I blushed profusely and nodded. I waited for him to turn on the hose but then he turned it on too fast and too hard. Shrieking, I aimed the hose away from me, which happened to be to him, and it soaked him from head to toe. I let out a squeak, seeing the surprised look on his face. Then it turned mischievous. Shit.
Quickly dashing for the door, I barely made it when he grabbed me by my waist and smashed the sponge against my bare stomach. I was wearing a crop top and started giggling when the rough texture of the sponge rubbed against me. "Marco, stop! I c-can't b-breathe!"
"Serves you right," he beamed proudly. Before he did anything else, I sprayed him in the face with the hose and ran.
He looked playfully murderous as we circled the car, chasing each other down. When he finally caught up to me (which of course he did since he was ten times faster), he shoved the sponge right down my shorts. I screamed. "Marco!"
Then he pulled it out again and rubbed it against my stomach. I couldn't help the tight clench in my pussy when his arm was wrapped tightly around my waist.
I finally realized it then. My wet back was plastered against his equally as wet front. But the most surprising thing was the feeling of his erection digging into my butt. I felt it even through the thickness of the jeans. I gulped, "Marco, are you—"
He looked down as I looked up to meet his eyes. He was several inches taller than me. Then, to my surprise and absolute delight, he leaned his head down and pressed his lips against mine. I moaned into his mouth, relishing the taste of sweat and soap. "Should we—" he cut me off by twisting me around, shoving me against the car and pressing himself against my body.
"No, we shouldn't be doing this but right now I couldn't care less." He pressed further, slowly grinding his hard-on against my core. It sent heat straight down there. "I haven't had sex with Angela in weeks. And right now, you're all I see and you're all I want."
"God, yes." My eyes rolled back and slid shut as he kept doing that wondrous thing.
When I heard a 'pop', my eyes flew open to see that he had already opened my jeans. "I'm not on the pill anymore," I whispered.
He grinned as if that was the dumbest thing I've ever said. Rummaging through his pocket, he pulled out a silver packet. Then he lifted me up and I squealed but my legs instantly circled his waist.
