Rule Breakers (Off Limits #2) - Nicky James Page 0,24

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He unzipped his pants and untucked himself, holding his steely cock upright and sliding his hand over the length once, juicing a bead of precum from the tip.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my own hand stilling as I watched.

“Get over here, Edison. On your knees.”

I scrambled off the couch and dropped down between his spread thighs. He tucked two fingers under my chin, preventing me from diving onto his cock.

“Watch.”

I licked my lips, my mouth pooling as I dropped my gaze to his glistening tip. He tugged himself with long, slow pulls that I felt in my own dick. Uncle Denver had a gorgeous cock, thick, veined, and with a slight hook to it that was heaven when it came to pegging my prostate. It was something I wouldn’t soon forget. I’d dreamed about his cock many times.

He looped his hand around my neck and tugged me down so my lips hovered over his wet head. “One lick. Clean up that drip there. Can you do that?”

I closed my eyes and flattened my tongue over his round head, skirting the circumference once before closing my mouth around his tip, applying a bit of suction.

Uncle Denver gasped, and his hips came off the chair. “Stop,” he ordered.

I pulled away and met his gaze with hungry determination burning in my core. “Let me suck you.”

He stroked his cock, his teeth digging vicious grooves into his bottom lip. “I’ll let you, but you stop when I tell you to stop, understand?”

Nodding, I wet my lips and returned my focus to his length. Another bead had formed on the tip, and I licked a path around his head, gathering it on my tongue before humming and ingesting it with gusto. His flavor was rich and salty, a little bitter, but I’d craved it for months. I sucked him, lavishing attention on his slit and the flared lip of his crown.

He trembled, his thighs flexing and relaxing and flexing again of their own free will. More precum leaked out, and I gave his cock suction as I took more of him into my mouth, lips sliding down his shaft in increments.

Uncle Denver let out a short burst of air and tugged me off. “Enough for now. Your sweet mouth will finish me before I’m ready if I’m not careful.” He glanced toward the front entrance, which wasn’t visible from where we were. “In the bedroom. Now.”

“Is he here?” I hadn’t heard the door, but a shot of nervous energy jolted me to alertness, and I taxed my ears.

“Don’t think so, but I need you in my bed. Too many clothes.”

I jumped to my feet and clutched my throbbing erection through my jeans, staving off the budding orgasm that was fast becoming too much to handle.

At this point, I didn’t care if we had an audience or not. I wanted to be fucked so badly I was going out of my mind.

“Meet me in bed. Naked.”

Uncle Denver tugged me up against him and brutalized my mouth, licking and sucking my tongue, his beard scruff cutting deliciously into my sensitive skin. When he broke free, he gave my cock a testing squeeze, and I whimpered. “Are you good and ready? Are you gonna come hard for me tonight?”

My brain to mouth function failed, so I nodded.

“Good. I want you vocal. Now go. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I didn’t hesitate or question him. I scrambled down the hallway, shedding my clothes as I went.

Chapter Seven

Denver

Edison disappeared down the hallway like an eager virgin. I tucked myself back inside my pants and strained to zip, my engorged cock protesting the confinement. Once I knew Edison was gone, I shut off all the lights in the living room and wandered to the front window. I was sure I’d heard a car a moment ago. Since it was the middle of the night, I held onto hope it was Harley.

Peeking out the curtains, I squinted as a sharp blast of headlights shone in my face from the driveway. Harley’s car was there, engine running, the inhabitant invisible, hidden in the dark shadows beyond the windshield.

Waiting, staring unseeing at the spot I knew he occupied, I willed him to get out and come inside. Harley was a sexual being. I was convinced if he allowed himself to watch Edison and me together, those thick, impenetrable walls, the ones keeping him from considering more, would weaken and eventually crumble.

Snow swirled and blew past the high beams, pelting the windshield and gathering in high drifts