“Yes, Uncle Grayson.” The words fall unbidden, and I ride the wave, slow and meticulous until I’m at the crest, needy and aching for release. For the orgasm I know is only an inch away, within my grasp.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Come on your uncle’s cock,” he growls, and even though he’s not inside me yet, his words spur me on, pushing me to the edge, and I shatter. Completely.
“Oh, God!” I cry out. My body convulses as my release hits me deep in my core, rattling through me like a wave crashing on the shore.
The storm raging in my body slowly subsides, and when I open my eyes, I find him staring up at me in awe. As if he wants to worship me. And I’d let him.
We sit silently, in astonishment at what just happened. Brown eyes meeting green, wonderment and emotion are tightening in my chest. “I . . .” My words falter. I want to apologize, but I don’t know what I’d be saying sorry for.
“That was the single most incredible moment of my life, Mila.” Grayson’s voice, tone, and words send heat tingling through me. My blood feels as if it’s boiling with lust, but deep down I know it’s more. It’s love. I’ve loved him as a father figure for so long, and now when I look at him, the affection I feel, the love, is for a man I want as a lover.
“You . . . I mean . . . Shit.” I drop my gaze to his mouth, and I watch the small grin playing on it, teasing me like he always does.
“Don’t curse,” he admonishes, but the grin on his lips tells me he loves me cursing.
“Why? Because you’re going to fuck me?” Lifting my finger, I slowly trail it over the stubble on his chin in a lazy, teasing move. Swiftly, he grips my wrist and brings my finger to his lips.
Pressing a soft kiss on the tip, he releases my wrist and reaches for my face. His big hand cups my cheek and swipes a thumb over my lips. “I’m going to kiss you now. This isn’t going to be the same as the kisses we’ve shared before, Mila. There are so many reasons I shouldn’t, and that I should let you go find a boy your own age, or even one that you haven’t known since you were a teenager and forget this ever happened, but I can’t. I crave you like a fucking drug, and I’m tired of denying myself a fix. I need you to know, sweetheart, this isn’t only a one-night thing. If we do this, I want you. Only you,” he confirms, but before I can ask what he means, his thumb pops between my lips, and I can’t help sucking it into my mouth.
Flicking my tongue over it, I taunt him, and his eyes darken further. Desire pools in them, making them the color of dark chocolate and just as tempting.
“It’s been a long two years watching you grow into a woman, and recently having these explicit feelings drives me to jerk my cock every day over fantasies of you in my mind.” His filthy confession has arousal pooling between my legs, adding to the wetness already there from my orgasm.
“You’re not the only one, Grayson,” I murmur quietly.
“Good girl.” With that, he cups both my cheeks and pulls my face toward him in a soul-searing kiss. His lips mold to mine, and his tongue delves into my mouth, fighting for dominance. He tastes of sin and taboo, yet he also tastes like pleasure and ecstasy. “You smell delectable, little one,” he murmurs in my ear, and the shudder that slowly travels through my body is obvious. He wants me. I want him. Can this work?
I know this isn’t going to be easy, but I want it more than anything.
“Uncle Grayson, your breathing on my neck is ticklish.” I giggle playfully as his lips continue their descent to the curves of my breasts. He suckles, bites, and kisses me before gazing up again.
“As long as I hear that precious laugh from you, I’ll do anything, sweetheart.” His soft-spoken words cause me to smile so wide.
“Anything, Uncle Grayson?” I question, and his grin is pure sin. The way we’re sitting, it’s as if our bodies are made to fit together. He reaches for my face, his hand gripping my long black hair at the nape, and he tugs me toward his mouth.
Our lips only inches apart, he murmurs the words I’ve been dying to hear for far too long. “I’m going to feast on you, sweetheart, every supple inch of your body.” A deep rumble comes from his chest, his mocha-colored eyes are almost black, and his lips form a smirk so devilish I can see how women fall to their knees for him.
Without warning, he grips my hips and rises easily. Turning around, he sets me on the bed, my back on the soft mattress with my legs on either side of his hips. He reaches for the waistband of my black, sheer panties and tugs them toward him. As he guides the soft material down my long, lithe legs, his gaze lingers on every inch of me. I watch as he rises, looking delectable as his shirt finds the floor in a soft whoosh. Large hands grip my hips, and he settles between my thighs.
We’re both on the bed where I’ve spent many nights dreaming of him. My legs splay, and he stares in wonder at my slick core. I know Daddy is in the house, but right now, all I want is Grayson.
“Jesus,” he grunts, his tone rough with desire, and my lips lift into a smirk.
“You shouldn’t curse, Grayson,” I tease playfully. “My uncle fucking hates me saying anything remotely curse-like.” I lift my hand, biting down on my thumb.
“Sweetheart, you’re going to be doing a lot more than cursing in a moment. I hope you’re not shy about Gabe hearing you come because I’m going to make you scream my fucking name,” he grunts, trying to keep his composure. The tiny bit of restraint falls away when his gaze falls on my pussy, which has a small patch of hair from my mound to my clit.
Grayson slides both his hands up and down my thighs as if he’s massaging me, calming the electricity shooting through my veins, but it doesn’t help, because I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been before.
A moan, so sexual, and so fucking erotic falls from my lips. “Please, Grayson,” I beg, blatant and hungry. He leans in, capturing my mouth in a soul-stealing kiss. There’s nothing familial about it. This is a kiss of lovers, a man, and a woman. My body trembles, and when he breaks the contact, our eyes meet in a heated stare-down.
“Off with that bra, sweetheart. I want to see all of you,” Grayson growls, his tone thick and demanding. “I’m starving, and I’m about to feast on that little cunt of yours. Do you want me to?” he taunts me, and I know he’s loving every fucking second of it.
Quickly, without a second thought, I nod. No questions, no denying what we want, what we need. This is it. I’m stepping over the line, and I’m about to allow him to devour me.
I’m no longer his niece. I’m a woman he’s about to taste.
Chapter 6
Grayson
She’s perfect. There isn’t an inch of her I’m not going to touch, lick, bite, and fuck. She watches me intently with a small, shy smile on her plump lips. As soon as the flimsy material falls to the floor, her gaze rakes over me. I may not be chiseled like her little school friends, but I keep in shape with a daily gym routine and some night-time cardio that keeps me satisfied.
God, I’ve waited with baited-breath for so long, wanting every inch of her, wondering if I’d ever get the chance to get a taste. When she turned seventeen, as wrong as it was, my thoughts would drift to her like a boat, ebbing along, following her current.