Block Mom

“Sorry,” he grunted. He closed the door behind him, and nodded at her. “Half-moon looked good.”

“You know yoga?” she asked, surprised. One foot dropped back as she did a basic lunge, spreading one hand in front of her, the other behind. She must have been at this a while. Sweat beaded on her brow and dampened her sports bra.

He stared for a moment at her bared midriff, then back up at her. “Uh. Yeah. Football. Coach makes us do it for balance.”

“Have a seat or grab a drink. I’m almost done here. Unless you want to join in.”

That made Jaxton smile. “I’ll bring shorts the next time.”

He sat and watched her stretch. Well, more specifically, he stared at her curvy ass in those shorts. Maybe he’d slept with more beautiful women but he was hard-pressed to think of any in that moment that turned him on more. Watching that ass stretch drove his cock to full hardness, and for a moment, he thought about doing what he had planned right there in the house. But his idea had been so damned appealing, it was hard to let it go that easily.

Instead, he waited until Mrs. Candless finished up. She snatched up her yoga mat and rolled it up, looking over at him with a gleam in her eyes. “So what are you up to today?”

“You want to go see a movie?”

Emilia blinked, and looked confused. “I thought… a movie?”

She thought they were going to jump right to the fooling around, like with Milo. Oh, did she have a surprise coming. “Let me rephrase. Mrs. Candless, get dressed, because I’m dragging you out on a date.”

That broke through her confusion and got a smile out of her. She headed for the bedroom and stuffed away the yoga mat in a pantry. As she headed into the bedroom, Jaxton realized it’d be a couple days before he saw her properly nude — and that was fucking criminal, considering Milo already had and Simon most definitely would soon. He stood up, yawning, and followed her down the hallway.

Mrs. Candless had shut her door, but there were no locks on any of the rooms, so he just opened it. She jumped when she saw him staring at her, her fingers at the waistband of her shorts. He said nothing, just watched, and Emilia blushed hard as she turned slowly, putting her ass in his direction before slipping the shorts down over nothing but skin.

“God. Damn,” Jaxton muttered.

She had the ass of a woman ten years younger. Some cellulite and a little sag, sure, but goddamn fit for someone nearing forty. Her pussy lips hung big and juicy, just begging for someone to lick them. He very nearly did.

“You are so fucking ready for it, aren’t you? Some young cock?”

Mrs. Candless stood back upright, but didn’t speak. She hoisted her sports bra up over her tits. He couldn’t see much from this side, save the slopes of them on the side.

“Turn for me.”

She did, dropping the bra to the floor. Her big nipples ended in an upward peak, looking desperately like they needed to be sucked. Her dark hair was still in a ponytail. He stepped forward, hands rising not to her breasts, but to her hair. He freed it, and pulled it down across her shoulders so it spilled down beside her breasts. Her lips parted with him so close, her chest rising and falling, her cheeks burning bright. He slipped out his phone, and she instinctively covered herself.

“Don’t,” Jaxton warned her.

“But-”

“You are our slut now. What you want, what you’re embarrassed by, I don’t give a fuck about. I want something to jack off to when I’m thinking about home. You’re it.”

“You’re all terrible,” Emilia breathed, but her hand dropped, and she looked away as he began to snap pictures.

“Yeah. We are,” Jaxton said, his grin toothy. “Turn around.”

She did, looking back over her shoulder at his command. He took dozens of pictures, making her bend over, spreading her ass cheeks so he could get a close up of her puckered bud and her pussy lips. He pushed her back towards the bed and had her lay there, spreading herself wide for him while he took more photos. Emilia asked him to please delete the ones where her face was visible, but he just laughed. Eventually, bored and horny, he told her they were done, and went to her closet to look through what she had for clothes.

It took him a long while to find what he wanted her to wear. He shoved aside her jeans, her tee shirts, the work blouses and skirts. That left about a fifth of her closet space, not much, and he frowned at the sparse few sexy outfits she had in there. He grabbed her a short sundress spotted in sunflowers, and a matching pair of bikini briefs and a bra.

As she dressed, he lounged against a wall, watching. “You need sexier clothes. You’re our slut now. You look the part.”

“But Jim-”

“The hell does Jim have to do with anything?” Jaxton snapped. “What did I just say? Whose slut are you?”

“Yours,” she whispered. “Yours. Milo’s. Simon’s.”

“Good. So what are you going to do?”

“Wear sexier things.”

He stepped forward and patted her butt. “That’s it.”

They headed out together, taking his car. He sang along to the radio, ignoring Emilia as she sat in the corner, a hand at her chin, staring blankly out the windows.

* * *

Like Milo, Jaxton paid for everything. The tickets to the action comedy. The popcorn, The drinks. Emilia had a hard time focusing in on any of it. She’d been fighting back tears ever since he photographed her nude. Not that she hadn’t liked it — she loved it. Never had she done such a thing, not even for Jim. Oh, she’d sent him plenty of boob pics throughout the years, and a few times even her pussy. But her face had never been in the shots. If someone saw those pictures, they’d know what a filthy slut she really was for her block boys.

And the fact that Emilia loved that thought sent her spiraling deeper and deeper in to that confused mire of lust and confusion.

The movie they picked was an older one, probably due to leave the theaters any day now. There was a reason for that, though she didn’t understand it right away. Jaxton picked a spot at the back, guiding her down the rows of seats. Maybe eight other people sat in the theater, scattered in groups of ones and twos. The pre-preview trivia and advertisements rolled away merrily on the screen, reminding the viewer to guzzle soft drinks by the gallons and stuff their faces full of candy and popcorn.

The pair still hadn’t said much to each other. Emilia kept glancing at Jaxton. Reconciling Milo with the boy he’d been to the man he’d become had been difficult. He’d always been the sweetest of the bunch, even over her own Landon. Seeing his near-cruelty shocked her to her very core.

But with Jaxton, she’d always suspected there was a mean streak in him — or at least a hyper-aggressive one. Any given position he played in football, he approached it like he was always out to kill. As a defensive lineman in his freshman year of high school, he’d once nearly broken the spine of an opposing quarterback when he hit him with a spear so hard it shocked the field into silence.

But he was also still the boy who tutored Emilia’s son through algebra. Who liked to bake cookies with her. Who she’d once held when he had his heart broken as a fourteen or fifteen year old, him sobbing like a baby. Who had been the one among his friends to look at her with the most disguised lust, who she thought of as a good kid, who she would have never guessed would make her strip so he could take intimate pictures of her most forbidden flesh.

There were tears there in the dark of the theater, then. But there was also the other half of Emilia. The questioning lust.

Jaxton had her naked back at the house. Why hadn’t he done anything to her? He’d obviously been turned on. Why had he not jacked off, or made her jerk him off like with Milo, or fucked her tits, or done… well, anything? That Emilia would have let him, there was no question. She was well and truly beyond the point of saying no to anything any of the three demanded.

Why was he letting her squirm? Didn’t he know how wet she was for him? How ready?

Emilia reached over in the darkness and gripped his knee. He looked at her, smirking, and shoved another handful of popcorn into his mouth before his attention returned to the screen. “Milo bet you’d break first,” he said after he swallowed. “You just cost me twenty bucks.”

“It was an accident,” Emilia breathed.

“Bullshit.”

She didn’t say anything to that, mostly because she knew he was right. She took the popcorn from him and dropped it into the seat to her left. Jaxton reached across her for it, his arm pressed against her tits in the summer dress. She grabbed his hand, and glaring at him, guided it to the fabric between her thighs.

“You don’t get anything today,” he said.

“What?”

“Not a fingering, not me eating you out, nothing.” He glanced at her again. Such a hard face. So sweet when he wanted to look that way, but there was little of that boy left. Maybe nothing at all. “Today you learn about what we’re going to take from you.”

“What does that mean?” she murmured.

The pre-preview ads cut away to the first movie trailer. Jaxton reached down and casually unzipped himself. She looked down, and in the dim theater lighting, she sucked in a breath. He was big too. Not as long as Milo, but thicker. Fatter.

“Fifteen minutes of previews, maybe. And the movie, the run time is one hour fifty-three minutes,” he said. “Start to finish. Factor in maybe six minutes for the credits, and I don’t want to hang around for those. That means you got maybe two hours. You’re going to get on your knees or bend over and blow me. If you haven’t made me come four times by then, the games are done. No Simon. Not a chance of the three of us coming back to fuck you.” Jaxton dug in his pocket and held up his keys. “I’ll even give you these. You can walk out of here right now, go home, and never touch me. You won’t see us the rest of the summer.”

Emilia snatched the keys from him. A sense of savage joy speared her heart when she saw a genuine look of shock on his face. He thought she really was going to walk out. Emilia nearly did. Her butt left the seat, still so humiliated about the pictures, and raw from Milo’s savage turn of character, and… all of this. It was so goddamn overwhelming. She wanted to go home and throw a blanket over her head and never come out. She wanted to rush to Jim and tell him the truth. She wanted…