The Guy in the Window

by Cara Dee

  There it was. “A little.” I swallowed as nerves fluttered. The idea turned me on immensely, but the reality was different. It was going to hurt. “I liked it when you used your fingers on me.”

  “Finger. That was just one.” He smiled faintly and teased my ass with his middle finger, and I couldn’t break our gaze. He held me there, whether I wanted to or not. “You’re gonna beg for my cock up your ass.”

  I had no doubt I would when the time came. “Oh fuck.” I groaned as he pushed his finger inside in one fluid stroke. “Fuck yes.”

  He hummed and sat down on the edge of the coffee table. “I know what else you’ll like.” A second later, something wet and soft tickled my opening, and I stifled a gasp. Gooseflesh broke out all over me. “Fucking hell, Ev,” he whispered. “You were born to take my cock. So goddamn tight.” He moaned and pushed his tongue inside.

  My breathing hitched.

  I tried not to push back, but I couldn’t resist. The sensations had me in a vise grip and controlled my movements.

  “It’s okay, baby. Gimme your hand.” He kissed my palm when I’d reached back for him, and then he slipped my hand over his head, to which dark desire bolted through me with a vengeance. I wove my fingers through his hair and tugged tentatively. “That’s it,” he murmured huskily. As if he wasn’t already giving me so much pleasure, he snuck a hand between my legs to stroke me and massage my balls. “Take what you need from your boy.”

  “Oh God,” I panted. It was getting to be too much already. Running my fingers along his scalp, I moved with him and became greedy. I had to watch him too, despite the uncomfortable angle. There was no choice. I had to see him when he used his tongue and fingers on me.

  He decided I was ready for two fingers, and he slicked them up generously before forcing them inside slowly.

  The burn sharpened and grew hotter. At the same time, he’d gotten me so riled up that I didn’t care. I chased the euphoria recklessly and accepted the pain.

  I was drowning. He was the sea of fire.

  If I wasn’t thrusting my cock into his tight fist, I was grinding against his face.

  “Tell me you love it when I tongue-fuck you, Ev.”

  I moaned hoarsely, a flush spreading its way down my chest. “I love it when you tongue-fuck me. Please don’t stop, sweetheart. I need to come.”

  So, he stopped.

  “No, goddammit!” I growled.

  “Yes, goddammit,” he mimicked and slapped my ass. Then he jumped up on the couch, catching me by surprise, and moved in front of me. “Undress me.”

  Gladly. My hands were on his zipper in a flash, and I pulled down his jeans before I released him from his tight boxer briefs. God, he was so sexy. Hard and smooth and glistening at the tip. I was one of Pavlov’s dogs. My mouth watered at the sight.

  He sat down on the back of the couch and gripped the base of his cock. “You wanna touch it, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, sliding my hands up his thighs. “Please, Adam.”

  He drew in a deep breath and began stroking himself unhurriedly right in front of my face. “I think you should kiss it.”

  Sheer ecstasy washed over me, and I closed the distance and looked up at him as I placed an openmouthed kiss on the head. I would never get used to the taste of him. It wasn’t the flavor itself so much as how it worked like Viagra on me.

  “Dirty old man,” he murmured. “Running after your boy’s cock like this. You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

  I shook my head, embarrassment tugging at the edges of every sense, and closed my lips around the wet tip.

  “Uh-uh. Open your mouth for me. More.” He pressed his cock along my tongue and inched inward. “You know what this cock wants to do?”

  I gave a small shake of my head in reply, and I cheated. I traced the underside of his erection with my tongue even though he hadn’t given me permission.

  He shivered and threaded his fingers into my hair, effectively holding me in place. “It wants to take your sweet, virgin asshole.”

  Two sides of me went to war in my cloudy brain. Fear and worry battled fruitlessly against the hundred reasons why this was the most brilliant idea Adam had ever had. Was I ready? Fuck being ready; it turned me on unlike anything else to be pushed into doing things I wasn’t wholly comfortable with.

  Adam withdrew his cock and slid down the back of the couch, and he pushed away the back cushion for being in the way. Then he yanked me in for a hungry kiss that I was powerless to fight. I melted into him and swept my tongue into his mouth, tasting his pre-come as well as the subtle coconut from the oil.

  “You drive me crazy,” he whispered breathlessly into the kiss. “I wanna fuck you so badly, Ev. I’ll take care of you. When you hurt too much, I’ll stop and whisper all those filthy things you’re obsessed with.”

  My face turned red, and he’d already convinced me. “I’m not obsessed,” I lied weakly.

  He rumbled a low laugh and tugged on my cock. “Sure you’re not. Santa’s also real, and I don’t get off on the fact that you’re my uncle.”

  My God, I really was a whore, because all I got from that was the image of one of us dressed up as Santa. Maybe I’d have him on my lap. Maybe I’d grope him inside his underwear.

  Adam kissed me again, one of those deep, drugging kisses that shoved worries out the window. “I’ll be a good little boy when I fuck you. When you make a mess all over your chest, I’ll clean you up with my tongue. Do you want that?”

  I nodded anxiously and kissed him harder, unsure if I’d ever needed something I’d never had before this much. “I want it. All of it.”

  “Good.” He breathed heavily and cupped my balls in his hand. “Let’s change places. I want you to watch when I take you.”

  The nerves made a comeback when he left the couch. I righted the cushion he’d removed, slanting it so I could half sit. It hadn’t occurred to me what a vulnerable position it put one in to be taken, but I sure as hell felt it now. Adam instructed me to scoot out as much as possible and to keep my feet on the edge of the couch.

  He stood before me and slathered the last of the oil onto his cock, a cock that suddenly looked bigger than usual.

  “You seem confident that I’ll get off at all,” I noted quietly.

  He inclined his head. “For a few reasons. One, you like discomfort. Two, you’ve already taken three of my fingers.” Three? I’d thought it was two. That was a relief. “And three, I’m about to fuck you, and you’re literally lying there eye-fucking me and fondling yourself.”

  I tensed up and averted my gaze, and I pulled my hand away from my cock. Fuck, I hadn’t even noticed. I was hopeless.

  Adam chuckled and leaned over me—or loomed over me, was more like it—and he kissed me softly. “Who’s my needy slut?”

  “I am,” I admitted.

  “That’s right. Only mine.” He ran the head of his cock along my erection, past my balls, and down to my ass. I swallowed dryly, a bit incredulous of the fact that I was still fairly hard. And that I still found pleasure in every little touch he gave me. “One more thing, Ev.” He rubbed his wet tip against my opening, and I couldn’t fucking believe myself. I strained to meet him. “Who am I?”

  I drew a shaky breath and felt the mortification wash over me at the same time as it turned my cock into a diamond. “My nephew,” I whimpered. “Take me, Adam. I beg you.”

  The contrasts of Adam were deliciously addictive, how his eyes turned dark with a dominant force as his cheeks simultaneously flushed pink. He collided his mouth with mine in a brutal kiss, and I groaned as he started pushing.

  What followed was several minutes of pure agony and humiliation. Adam called me every name in the book and stroked my cock consistently, so goddamn erotically, that even though I was suffering the worst pain, I was hard enough for him to toy with me. I was everything from his filthy whore and ass-slut to cock-addict and perverted uncle. The last one struck me deep and shoved me into a void of perpetual s
hame mixed with frantic need. He pushed all the fucking buttons, and he brought me where he wanted me. To a state of desperation where I begged without knowing what I was begging for, where I confessed to being obsessed with everything he did and said, where coherency didn’t exist.

  Despite the anguish, I would’ve gone postal if he’d stopped. He’d taken me to the edge so many times, I was a ticking time bomb.

  “Like that,” I panted.

  He grunted against the side of my head and moved inside me with quick, shallow thrusts. “You’re so fucking tight.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and the tip of his tongue came out when perspiration trickled down my temple. “I can’t decide where to come.”

  The possibilities numbed the pain significantly, and nothing but tantalizing pleasure shot through me the next time he buried himself to the hilt.

  “You like to make a mess.” I tilted my face up, and he captured my mouth in a kiss.

  “I do,” he said, out of breath, “but I wanna claim you properly. Fill your sexy ass with all the boy come it can take.”

  He dragged me through the gutter and made me whimper pathetically.

  “I’m not gonna last, baby.” He tightened his grip on my cock and stroked me as fast as he fucked me. The pain was right there, threatening to delay the orgasm, but it was as if he knew exactly how far he could go. “You feel too good.”

  I groaned and peered down between us. The sight made me clench around him, and he growled a curse. Christ, I had to remember this. I had to put it on paper. A string of arousal connected the head of my cock with the trail of hair below my belly button before Adam rubbed it over my erection.

  The suffering was running its course. I flushed and welcomed the waves of heat the orgasm came with.

  “Close,” I gasped.

  “Show me,” he demanded breathlessly. “Come all over yourself like the obscene old uncle you are.”

  Less than ten seconds later, my climax took over, and the force of it knocked the air out of my lungs. My head fell back against the cushion, my entire body went rigid, and my ropes of come landed in messy streaks across my chest.

  Adam cried out through a long groan, then sped up quickly before he went still inside me, his cock pulsing with each release.

  Someone have some goddamn mercy on me, because I would need a vacation after this kind of sex. I was completely spent and emotionally wrung out.

  He was too good to be true. All of this was.

  I didn’t have much else of me to give him, because almost everything was already his. The sex we had, the way we were both seemingly uncertain about where the other one stood, how we liked to spend as much time together as possible, how we talked and laughed…and how we spent Thanksgiving together.

  I watched him joke around with Bella before dinner, and he asked all kinds of questions that interested her. He engaged her the way she loved; she was being taken seriously and not like some kid who was just there. He asked her about the parade and whatnot.

  I got to pretend I was his housewife or some shit, and it cemented everything I already knew. My heart wasn’t mine anymore.

  “I think we should give thanks,” Ev suggested when our plates were full. “We never really did that at my old house.”

  Bella and I gave thanks last year. Before that, she’d been too young.

  We all joined hands, and Ev went first.

  “I’m thankful for the changes this year has brought me,” he said. “I got to meet the two best chefs in the world, and I moved in next to them.” He squeezed my hand. “Lastly, I’m thankful because these two chefs have shown me the true meaning of family.”

  Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

  Bella cocked her head. “They sound stupid. Daddy and I are the best chefs in the world, Uncle Ev.”

  I spluttered a laugh, and Ev left his seat to smooch her cheeks.

  “I’m talking about you and Daddy, princess.”

  “Oh.” Bella grinned like a dope. “Good. I’m thankful I don’t hafta go to bed early tonight.”

  Ev and I chuckled.

  My turn. I took a breath and kissed the top of Bella’s hand. “Always thankful for my double trouble.” I winked, and she puffed out her chest. Then I turned to Ev and returned the squeeze. “You got drunk and responded to my message. I’m thankful for that. And that we’re having a sleepover here tonight.”

  Ev’s gaze softened.

  “Yes!” Bella exclaimed. “I like sleepovers the best! We will watch movies and eat lotsa candy!”

  I brushed my thumb over Ev’s knuckles.

  Ten

  Everett

  Waking up next to Adam when I could hear Bella watching cartoons in the living room had to be one of the best feelings I’d had all year.

  I would’ve reveled in it for half an eternity if it weren’t for the fact that I was nervous as hell to see my daughter in a couple hours.

  “You’re up.” Adam pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades, and I rolled over to gather him in my arms.

  “Good morning.” I kissed him softly and looked for traces of…something. I’d told him last night that we could take baby steps with Bella and, for instance, have the sleepover at their place. Because the couch in their living room was a pullout, and I could’ve slept there. But Adam had shaken his head and said his place was with me.

  “How’re you feelin’?” he asked.

  “I have two answers.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched out. “Terrific because you’re here. Unsettled because of everything with Grace.”

  He quirked a small smile and propped himself up on his elbow. “You’ll work things out.”

  I hoped so. Wanting more of Adam, I pressed my body to his under the duvet, kissed him deeply, and slipped a hand down his back to squeeze his ass. It was a pity he was wearing underwear. I wasn’t, because he’d told me not to.

  “I wish we could continue,” he muttered. “Fuck—look at you.” He gripped my chin. “I wanna come on this handsome face.”

  I flushed and dropped my gaze to his mouth. “Can’t we steal a little more time?”

  He hummed and rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. “Knowing Bella, she already poked her head in here earlier. I forgot to lock the door last night.”

  “Fuck—”

  “It’s okay. I locked it before you woke up, just in case.”

  Still. I hadn’t thought of her walking in. “Anything I can do to make this easier, then?”

  He touched my cheek. “Yeah, tell me something dirty so I have our next alone time to look forward to.”

  I let the heat course through me again and buried my face against his neck. This was one of the best feelings he gave me. The foreign shyness and subservient mind-set. It made me so fucking hard.

  “Sometime today would be nice, Everett.” He threaded his fingers into my hair in warning. “I’m gonna count to ten. If you don’t open your mouth, I’ll leave you hanging next time. You’ll be a desperate heap on the floor with my come splattered on your body, and your abused cock will be almost purple from being denied. One. Two.”

  I let out a pleading noise and moved impossibly closer to Adam. “Why does that turn me on so much?”

  “Because you’re a fucking whore. How many times do I gotta tell you?”

  Oh God. I snuck a hand between us and tugged on my cock, in desperate need for relief.

  “Three, four, five—”

  “Okay, okay, okay,” I whispered, out of breath. I racked my brain and, as much as it embarrassed me, I went with his favorite fantasy. I wasn’t ready to admit that it was my favorite too. It was so wrong. “I’m sorry. You can’t blame a man for losing control when his little nephew looks like you. Touching you is all I can think about. And fucking you and coming inside you and obeying you, being your slut to use and play with—”

  He cut me off with a hard kiss, and I was already out of my mind. I scrambled on top of him, ready to take whatever I could until he put a stop to me, but we weren’t there yet. So,
I took. I took and took and took. I pressed myself against him, and he wrenched away from the kiss with a gasp.

  “Suck me off,” he demanded breathlessly. “Be quick about it.”

  Triumph tore through me like wildfire, and I crawled down his body and threw back the duvet. Then I was yanking down his boxer briefs and sucking his cock into my mouth.

  “Holy hell,” he breathed out, shuddering violently. “You gotta be quiet, Ev. God, that’s amazing.”

  I sucked him for all I was worth, hollowing out my cheeks and swirling my tongue around him. I was still learning, but I hoped I made up for the lack of finesse with how much I absolutely loved having him in my mouth. My favorite was right before he came, when he’d jerkily hit the roof of my mouth, then strain to glide his cock to the back of my throat where he’d eventually start coming.

  “I gotta have you, baby,” he whispered. “Lie down next to me so we can sixty-nine each other.”

  I refused to let go of him, so he had to accept that I fumbled a bit while getting into position.

  When I was in place, he snaked an arm around and kneaded my ass cheeks roughly, and he buried my cock in his tight, wet throat.

  My eyes nearly rolled back as his throat convulsed around the head of me.

  He made my fucking toes curl.

  It was only a matter of minutes before we flooded each other’s mouths with our orgasms.

  Adam had known exactly how to take the edge off. How to distract me.

  Well, Adam wasn’t here now, so fuck it all.

  I was pacing the floor in my kitchen, waiting for Grace to text me.

  I was supposed to go meet her at the train station, but Melinda had sent a message saying Grace would take an Uber. Fine with me, I just hoped it happened soon. It was nearing eleven-thirty, and I was growing irritated.

  Not that Grace knew any of this, but Adam had kindly offered to make us lunch, so he’d taken a bunch of leftovers home with him, only to return with two giant subs.

  “There’ll be more leftovers for dinner later if you’re interested,” he’d said before leaving again.