She nodded, her face wet as fuck and her makeup making a bigger mess. God, she was fucking insanely beautiful like this. A complete disaster for me to defile.
Pressing my head to her tongue, I watched it disappear, inch after inch past her perfect lips. She groaned around me, the vibration solidifying my desire to unleash inside her.
I thrust hard, allowing her to relax her jaw before continuing my fast pace. She moaned softly, as I fucked into her mouth, like a whore.
Maybe she’d like being called that.
My little whore.
My aunt.
Fuck, the realization of that shouldn’t keep me fucking into her, pistoning my hips for pleasure, but it did. She took it all with ease. Her hands started to climb my thighs and I slapped them away. She whimpered, her pout apparent.
“No touching me.” I needed the control in sexual situations, touching took that away from me.
She bit down on me and I fisted her hair tighter. “My rules, demon. Take it or leave it.”
She nodded around my length and I picked up speed again, using her skull as my own personal fuck box.
“That’s right, take all of me,” I directed, holding her hair as my very own tether. She moaned around my length as I fucked into her. She kept up with my brutal pace and I didn’t slow down.
“Touch yourself, rub your little clit until you come.” She reached down, running her hand over her soaked shirt, her perky little nipples hard and pressed against the material. When it reached her waist, it disappeared under the fabric and I wanted to see her so badly, it hurt.
But I wouldn’t touch her more than I already had.
If I tasted her, even one fucking taste, I’d never stop. I’d drown in her, absorb every morsel of her being, and I’d never let myself resurface.
She let out the sexiest whimper when her arm started moving. “That’s right, little demon. Flick your clit, imagine my tongue hitting it with every stroke. My teeth dragging across it as I ate you for dinner and fucking dessert.” I stroked her head, petting her. “You’d scream for me, cry out my name. Beg for more, wouldn’t you?”
I picked up my pace as she sucked hard, tightening her mouth around me. It nearly made me fall, the way she hoovered my cock like a fucking vacuum.
“Make yourself come, Andy. Know that your nephew's cock is down your throat while you cream better than you ever have.”
Our eyes connected and hers rolled back as she shook around her orgasm. As I watched her fall apart, my balls ached, and I released. Pulling from her mouth, I made sure to spray her tongue and face, watching my seed paint her like a fucking canvas. When I stopped pumping myself, her eyes opened.
Not wanting her to realize and dwell on what we just did, I walked out of the shower, grabbing my towel and leaving her in the cold water.
What the fuck have we just done and why do I want to replay it in my mind forever?
Chapter Twelve
Another Life – Motionless in White
Madden
Two weeks.
Two weeks without a single glance at Andy. She worked early, came home when I wasn’t here, and avoided any conversation. Just like last time. This time seemed different. She and I went further.
We crossed the line.
We fucking wrecked it in the fucking ocean, for the waves to succumb to it.
I didn't tell Cars, but I think he knew something was up because I’d avoided any and all talk of Andy. He planned on moving to Brightmore in two weeks, the day before my birthday. He said he’d fly out and spend the summer with me and Andy and we’d search for apartments. He decided to go to an art school near Dupont, and we’d be able to live together.
I’m counting down the days, I texted him, knowing we would be inseparable once more. Between going to clubs, studying, and just experiencing life together, we’d be busy.
Cars wanted to go to school for cooking, which wasn’t something I knew at all. I hoped he’d find his forever love in college. Someone who loved him for him and not for what was between his legs.
Sometimes, people sucked. In Carson’s case, it sucked worse.
Since he visited, he spent a ton of time in therapy. I made sure we talked often. When he felt the need to self-harm, I sent him a picture to try and draw on his arm, promising I’d tattoo him as soon as he moved out of his parents’ house.
I planned on keeping my job at Inked in Chaos here in Brightmore. While I never intended on staying past Dad’s world tour, it felt right.
I’d been practicing on my thigh, a piece I’d wanted to do for ages. It was a squid. Obviously, I should have started it by my hip, but until I was more practiced, I’d have to wait. Instead, I started it at my thigh, making it able to wrap around my leg and eventually, my hip. I wanted to be covered in ink. No space untouched.
It’d take time, but I knew I’d be able to get Noah—who works at the shop—or Grizz to do it for me. They were well practiced and their steady hands were the perfect ones for the job.
Do you think I’ll miss it here? he finally texted back. I stared at the words and again at the ink outline I’d started doing. He’d feel at home in Brightmore. We were close enough to the city, the clubs, places where he’d feel safe.
I don’t. Kempville is a shit place to grow up. My parents picked it purposefully so I wouldn’t be able to be found out. Here, in Brightmore, is definitely where we’re meant to be. Couldn’t you feel it?
Kind of hard to feel when I had a shit experience the first night. But the last few visits have been pretty convincing.
I sighed, feeling a heavy weight on my chest. We’re getting you Krav Maga classes, pepper spray, and anything else.
The fact that anyone would need them is bullshit.
Don’t I know it, I responded, thinking of the fact that Andy had a keychain full of self-defense gadgets. Either way, it won’t happen again. We’ll be able to kick ass.
Easy for you to say, Mads. You’re a big-ass linebacker. I laughed out loud, I was wide with a long torso, but he wasn’t feeling safe and I knew how to make him happy.
Are you calling me fat?
No, I’m saying you’re basically a mountain whereas I’m thin as a fucking willow tree. I could imagine the wrinkles on his forehead, matching a frown.
Willow trees are badass, why are you dissing on them?
You never allow me to have even one moment of bad talk, huh?
Not on my watch, loser. Only I get to be an ass to you.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
Twelve more days passed, and I started to get antsy. I’d finished half of my squid, working on it daily. But I still hadn’t done the hip. Part of me hoped Noah would offer, but Grizz basically had her tied to his side. Grizz was a possessive sonofabitch and didn’t book any male clients for Noah.
I understood that desire to keep her to himself, I knew it too fucking well. Every time Andy wasn’t home, the addicted part of me wanted to tie her down and force her to stay by my side.
My mom texted me daily, calling once a week, and the last time was yesterday. She seemed exhausted, even more so than the last time we spoke. I didn’t bring it up, not wanting her to feel uneasy. There was a dark part of me that couldn’t think of anything positive.
But fuck, she sounded like she’d prefer to be run over than speak to me. It sucked that I’d be flying out in two days, spending my birthday and Cars’s move-in date overseas. Andy promised to take care of him for me, so did Royce.