The place smelled like cedar and the faint trace of his cologne. I dropped my bag by the door and peeled off my tank top before I even turned on a light. My nipples were already tight from the cool air and the anticipation coiling low in my belly. I left my shorts on, the soft denim riding high on my thighs, and walked barefoot into the living room.
He was waiting in the big leather chair by the unlit fireplace, a glass of whiskey in his hand, wearing only jeans. Forty-two, still built like the construction worker he’d been before the company made him a supervisor—broad shoulders, thick arms, that dark hair going silver at the temples. His eyes tracked me the second I appeared.
“You’re late,” he said, voice low.
“Had to wait until they were asleep.” I crossed the room slowly, letting him look. “Miss me?”
He set the glass down. “Come here.”
I straddled his lap without being told twice. The denim of his jeans rubbed against the thin cotton of my panties as I settled my weight on him. His hands went straight to my bare waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above my hips. I could feel him already half-hard beneath me.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” I whispered, rolling my hips once, deliberate. “About your mouth. Your hands. How you looked at me when I came out of the water in that little white bikini.”
He groaned, low and rough, and pulled me closer so my tits pressed against his chest. “You’re going to get us both in trouble.”
“I don’t care.” I kissed him then, open-mouthed and hungry, tasting whiskey and the mint he’d chewed. His tongue met mine like he’d been starving for it. One of his hands slid up my back and into my hair, fisting it just tight enough to make me gasp. The other cupped my ass, squeezing hard through the shorts.
I rocked against him, feeling him thicken under me. “Take them off,” I breathed against his mouth. “I want to feel you.”
He didn’t need more encouragement. He stood with me still wrapped around him, carried me the short distance to the couch, and laid me down. My shorts and panties came off in one pull. He kicked his own jeans away and I got my first real look at him—thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. My mouth watered.
I sat up and reached for him, wrapping my fingers around the hot length. He hissed when I stroked him from root to head, thumb smearing the wetness. “I’ve never done this with anyone else,” I admitted, looking up at him through my lashes. “Only thought about it with you.”
“Fuck, sweetheart.” His hand covered mine, guiding the pace for a few strokes before he gently pushed me back. “Open your legs for me.”
I did, spreading wide, showing him how slick I already was. He dropped to his knees between my thighs and didn’t tease. His tongue dragged up my center in one long, filthy lick, then focused on my clit with the kind of focused pressure that made my hips jerk. I grabbed the back of the couch and tried not to moan too loud, but when he slid two thick fingers inside me and curled them just right, I couldn’t help it.
“Uncle—oh god—”
He didn’t stop. He sucked on my clit while his fingers worked me open, wet sounds filling the quiet cabin. I came hard and fast, thighs shaking around his head, free hand buried in his hair. He kept going until I was whimpering and pushing at his shoulders, oversensitive.
Then he was climbing over me, bracing on one arm, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. “You sure?”
“Yes. Please. I need it.”
He pushed in slow, stretching me inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. The burn was perfect. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. He started moving in long, deep strokes, the leather of the couch creaking under us. Every thrust dragged against that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
“Harder,” I begged. “I can take it.”
He gave it to me harder, one hand pinning my wrists above my head, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. The slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of him fucking me, the low curses he muttered against my neck—it was everything I’d fantasized about in my dorm room at night with my hand between my legs.
I came again with his name on my lips, walls clenching around him. He followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep and spilling inside me with a groan that sounded almost pained. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin.
After a minute he eased out and pulled me against his chest on the wide couch. His fingers traced lazy circles on my lower back.
“We’re going to do this again,” I said quietly, already feeling the ache between my legs and wanting more.
He kissed the top of my head. “Yeah. We are.”
Outside, the night insects hummed. Inside, I pressed closer, already planning how many more times I could sneak over before the summer ended.
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