The Guy in the Window

by Cara Dee

  “So…” He dropped his gaze to my hand, and he applied some pressure. “You’ve heard of tops and bottoms, right?” He kept his voice low. I nodded once, staring at where I was touching him too. I couldn’t not, and he fucking knew it. “I’m neither. That’s it. Keep going,” he whispered. “Power bottom probably comes closest, but I like to top too.” He leaned in and kissed my neck. “Either way, be careful with making demands around me, Ev, because I’m a control freak with a filthy imagination in bed.”

  I made a strange noise at the back of my throat, half a growl, half an awkward plea. With a few words, he’d pushed me so far outside of my comfort zone that I was relieved he wasn’t demanding eye contact right now. It was the same feeling I’d had in the club. There’d been a shift between us, and it’d never been clearer.

  “Elaborate more,” I said in a hushed tone. I stroked his perfect cock outside of his jeans and wondered if he’d let me unzip him and sneak a couple fingers underneath. “I want to know what you like.”

  He let out a pent-up breath and undulated his hips to meet my touch. “For every fantasy I have of you controlling my every move and owning my ass, I have at least half a dozen where I make you beg to be inside me.”

  Gooseflesh broke out across my skin, and I had to adjust my own erection.

  My fucking God, I couldn’t believe this was happening.

  Adam gripped my chin and made me look him in the eye, and then he leaned in and spoke softly against my lips. “I wanna make you beg to suck your nephew’s cock.”

  I blanched, the reaction surging forward so powerful, I didn’t know what to say. My ears felt hot, and all I could see was his naked body in front of me, and…I would beg. Wouldn’t I? Given how I already craved watching him, being near him, touching him.

  I’d never begged anyone for anything before, nor had I been with anyone who spoke like Adam did.

  “Freaked out yet, Ev?” he rasped.

  I flushed and cleared my throat. “Not enough to stop.”

  I swallowed uneasily and dropped my keys on the kitchen counter, and I watched Adam remove his shoes, walk toward the living room, and undo a button on his shirt.

  How could he already own a part of my mind? It turned me on as much as it intimidated me. My cock was painfully hard and had been since I’d touched him in the Uber, and it only became worse. The more Adam pushed, the less force he would have to use to make me beg. I could see it.

  “Come sit with me, Ev.”

  No amount of alcohol could’ve kept me from sobering up to the reality I faced now. Chest tight, head swimming in dark wants, I joined Adam in the living room where I found him in the middle of the couch.

  “You’re not the only one with an obsession,” he murmured, watching me. “Sorry if I pushed too hard in the car.”

  Feeling his eyes on me and hearing his admission only turned me on more.

  “Wait.” He stopped me and scooted forward, and then he smirked up at me and unbuckled my belt. “I wanna see you. I had to deny myself when we went to the gym.”

  God. At least someone had self-restraint around here. “I didn’t,” I confessed. “I couldn’t look away from you.”

  “Good.” He pushed down my pants and closed in, pressing his face right next to my erection, and he inhaled deeply. “Fuck…” He exhaled.

  My cock throbbed, and I threaded my fingers tentatively into his hair. “Let me touch you, Adam.”

  “Soon. And you’re gonna ask nicely.” The low command made me sink deeper mentally, and I scrubbed my hands over my face. How the… No. I wasn’t going to ponder anything tonight. Adam hooked his fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and told me to remove my shirt. Next, he released my cock from my underwear, and I drew in a sharp breath. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered. “If I’d known my uncle had a beast for a cock, I would’a crossed a line sooner.”

  I held my breath as he grazed his fingers along my cock.

  “I told you to get rid of your shirt,” he reminded me.

  “Sorry,” I said automatically. My fingers trembled as I worked the buttons as quickly as possible. My shirt landed on the floor somewhere, and my undershirt followed.

  He hummed and stroked my thighs, and he left ghosting kisses closer and closer to the base of my cock. The moment was so incredibly erotic that I had no suitable word for it. This young man continued to take my breath away.

  The tip of his tongue peeked out to lick the root of me, and he locked eyes with me. “So, you want to explore these new feelings toward men with me?”

  I shook my head. The option to be subtle or take the easy way out didn’t exist. “Feelings toward one man.” My breath hitched when he closed his mouth around the head of my cock and swiped his tongue over the slit. “God, Adam. One man—you. I want to explore you.”

  He gave me a soft smile and then rested his forehead against my thigh. “I knew you’d be dangerous for me, Everett.” With a sigh, he pulled up my boxer briefs again. “Before I get ahead of myself…” Fuck. I needed more of his mouth. “Come here.” He patted the spot next to him.

  I gave my erection a squeeze and adjusted myself, then sat down and merely hoped. Everything depended on what he said, I realized. I just waited. And fucking ached.

  “You wanna touch me?” He raised a brow at me.

  “Christ, yes.” I’d suffered for weeks. When he sat up straighter and draped an arm along the back of the couch, I inched closer to him and remembered he wanted me to ask. Hell. Well, fuck it. I’d already dragged my dignity through the mud for the smallest glimpse of him, so this wasn’t too much. “May I touch you, Adam?”

  His hooded gaze dropped to my mouth, and he let out an almost inaudible curse. “Yeah. You can touch me.”

  Oh, finally. The liberation of hearing those words after being his personal stalker and voyeur for so long drove me mad. I could barely control myself. Reaching out to him, I placed my hand on his thigh and stroked it slowly. In my sketchbooks, I had several drawings—or attempts. Attempts at doing his perfect thighs justice.

  Adam used one hand to unzip his jeans while the other landed gently across my neck. “Did you feel weird at first when you realized you were attracted to me?”

  Weird was an understatement.

  “It felt absurd and wrong,” I admitted.

  “Because we’re family and your hand’s currently two inches away from my dick?”

  I gnashed my teeth and shot him a glare. “Why must you—”

  “Because it’s fucking hot,” he said. “And your hand is still there. Don’t pretend you’re not as filthy as me, you repressed bastard.” He pinned me with a stare that stripped me of my defenses and—or so it felt—all my secrets. Not that I had many, but it was as if he saw straight through me. “It’s okay to be a perv with me, Ev. I love it. I love how we met, and I love the connection that brought us together as family. I ain’t ashamed. But let’s see if you are.” His blunt honesty was a shock to my system, and I dreaded finding out how he was going to make his point. “First time you met me, I was four or something. You was an adult. Your brother and sister-in-law had just adopted me. Shortly after that, I started viewing them as my parents. And here you are today, over twenty years later, with a big cock that can drill through marble, and I’m the one making you hard. Me, your nephew.”

  I wasn’t sure I was breathing anymore. Deer caught in the headlights seemed apt.

  One of the corners of his mouth curled up. “Making you uncomfortable is such a fucking turn-on.”

  I shuddered and managed to break our gaze.

  Oh God.

  My arousal hadn’t faded in the slightest, and it was dawning on me that I was getting off on him making me uncomfortable too.

  Adam scratched my scalp gently. “You’re still touching me, Ev. Is it because it turns you on, maybe?”

  He turned me on—period. Whatever the obscene little punk did or said, I burned for him.

  Nothing about this was fleeting, was it?


  I swallowed hard and felt my stare drift back to his groin, where my fingers were so close to reaching him, and I succumbed to the filth. My heart pounded. My breaths came out in short puffs. I flexed my fingers and caressed him closer to the zipper of his jeans.

  “That’s what I thought,” he breathed. “It’s okay. See how hard you make me?”

  I’d made him that hard. His dark red boxer briefs poked out from where he’d unbuttoned his jeans, and all I had to do was get rid of those two layers of clothes. Then I’d have him naked.

  Adam began unbuttoning his shirt.

  The sight almost made me groan.

  “I like it when you push me,” I admitted huskily. “I can’t describe it.” It was like being set on fire and dunked in cold water all at once. A shock to my system, I’d said… It was exactly what it was. Coming to life.

  I mustered the courage and shifted my hand onto his cock, cupping his head, close to what I’d done in the car. Only this time, the outline of his beautiful cock was right there for me to stare at. Just a thin layer of cotton left.

  “I’m glad you told me.” He caressed my neck affectionately. “Look what you’ve done now.” He lifted my hand, and I felt my mouth water.

  A wet spot over the head of his cock had darkened the fabric, and before I registered what I was doing, I leaned over his lap and kissed him there. Ignoring Adam’s sharp intake of air, I nuzzled his crotch and breathed him in. Then I slipped two fingers under his waistband and—

  “Not so fast,” he gritted out.

  He fisted my hair and tugged me back, and I gave him a look that I hoped conveyed at least half the frustration and savage need brewing inside me. Did he not fucking know how long I’d been wondering about— Well. No, he didn’t.

  “We’ll get there.” He shed his shirt and wife-beater, then lifted up and pushed down his jeans. Meanwhile, I was stuck on his chest. I reached out and touched him, unable to help it, and Adam chuckled. I didn’t care. I finally had a hand on his gorgeous torso. The definition became more evident whenever he moved, the muscles underneath shifting. “Dirty man,” he whispered and nipped at my jaw. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

  “You’re not from this world.” I stroked his pecs, through the light dusting of chest hair, down to his abs. “My God.” Objectively speaking, I’d seen men in catalogues and on billboards with abs much more pronounced, so I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about Adam that made him my goddamn siren. Maybe it was in the subtlety. In the fact that he didn’t catch your eye on the first pass. He wasn’t the lightning that struck, but the roll of thunder that shook the ground you walked on. Adam consumed me with everything he was.

  “I could say the same about you…” He leaned in and kissed me softly, teasingly, fully aware of what he was doing to me. Turning me into a starving man. “You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about you.”

  I moaned and forced myself upon him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and—

  A hiss escaped me when the sting from his tug on my hair yanked me back.

  Adam breathed heavily and watched me with so much lust in his eyes that I almost imploded.

  “Please,” I rasped. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, Adam, but I have to have you.”

  “And I’ll blow my load on your pretty face in a minute if you don’t pace yourself,” he warned. “I’m trying to take it slow for both our sakes, Ev.”

  This was un-fucking-real. He’d made a forty-five-year-old man blush like a schoolgirl; he was not going to make me whimper like a dog. I had limits. Probably.

  “Fuck it, I can’t,” he muttered and kissed me. The reprieve was instant. He squirmed his way out his underwear, and then I was welcoming him onto my lap. I groaned into a messy kiss and pulled him down on me, my hands going everywhere. His chest, his shoulders, his waist, his thighs. His cock.

  I kissed my way to his neck and down to his sternum so I could, at long last, see his cock up close.

  He was out of this world. I stroked him slowly as if it were my own cock, only staring a whole lot more. The skin around his cock was smooth and soft, and yet so hard in my hand. The tip glistened with pooling arousal, and I rubbed it in with the pads of my fingers.

  I saw the goose bumps rising across his chest and shoulders, and I looked up at him.

  He breathed shakily. “I want you so fucking much.”

  “Tell me what to do.” I cupped the back of his neck and kissed him deeply. “I want to make you feel good.”

  He cursed and cast a glance at the floor where his jeans had landed. “Am I pushing my luck if I go straight to sex? I wanna feel that big, beautiful cock inside me.”

  He thought that would push his luck? Nothing about him pointing out we were uncle and nephew, but that he wanted me to fuck him?

  “I’ll probably do anything you want right now,” I admitted.

  He lifted his brows, only to knit them together. “The trick is to stay within the zone of things you won’t regret when you wake up tomorrow.”

  I shook my head, convinced he didn’t understand how desperately I wanted this. I couldn’t predict how I’d feel next year or next month, but I knew one thing. “I wouldn’t regret being with you, Adam. You’ve given me life. Because of you, there’s—”

  “Don’t.” He cut me off with a gentle kiss and pressed our foreheads together. “Whatever you’re about to say will be hella flattering and humbling, but the worry that I’m your rebound will grow tenfold.” No, that wasn’t at all what… Ouch. He stopped me from protesting with a sharp nip at my bottom lip. “The first person you meet after the relationship that drained you has this effect, Ev. I’m not arrogant enough to believe it’s actually me, and at the end of the day, I’m still gonna be here with my fucking feelings and my dick in my hand. Because this—” he gestured between us “—isn’t about exploring for me.”

  I couldn’t say anything. Nothing he said rang remotely true, but I wasn’t stupid. I saw his reasoning, and under other circumstances, I would’ve agreed with the logic.

  Sensing that his dominant force had retreated for the moment, I cupped his cheek and pressed my mouth to his. Until he felt better, until that mood struck him again, I wanted nothing more than to show him how he affected me.

  He didn’t say anything when I asked him to stand up, nor when I—quite awkwardly—wondered if we needed protection. He shook his head and grabbed his jeans; that was it. And I realized he had lubrication there. Then he followed me into my bedroom, where I made it clear I wanted to call the shots for a while.

  I let the light stay off, and I kissed the corner of his mouth. “No acts, no role-play, no indecency to drive your uncle insane.”

  He flashed a small grin at that. “You loved it.”

  “I did, and I not-so-secretly hope for more of it.” I had to admit that much. But there was more. “I also like taking care of the people who mean a lot to me, Adam.”

  He swallowed hard and nodded with a dip of his chin. “All right.”

  I kissed him before I could overthink it. Having never been with a man, it didn’t take many seconds in the driver’s seat before I felt a ball of nerves tighten my stomach. But I had to trust Adam to show me. To say something if I did it wrong.

  The hunger overpowered the nerves as Adam’s back hit the mattress. He was too goddamn beautiful in the faint light from the living room, and I crawled over him, dropping sensual kisses along the way. He let me take my time exploring his wonderful body. I discovered the softest spot where his thigh ended, and when I kissed him there, he tensed up and shivered violently.

  My hands roamed his abs and chest, teasing his nipples and tracing the lines of his muscles. Like I’d once wished I could do when I watched him in the window.

  He was patient—well, he tried. He decided I’d lingered on his chest enough and hauled me up for a wet, passionate kiss, and then he calmed down a bit again. He smiled quickly and said I was the one driving him insane now, and I liked that.
I liked it very, very much. A surge of power filled my being, and I couldn’t help but wish we’d have many nights like this in the future. Nights where we battled for control and kept each other on our toes.

  Adam took over momentarily and sat up when I reached for the lube.

  It was a single-use foil pack.

  “I love your fingers,” he murmured, coating three of mine before leaving the packet on the nightstand. “I’m practically a virgin at this point, so use them a lot.”

  “Then you gotta have patience, boy.”

  His breath hitched. “Call me that again.”

  I twisted my mouth up. “Is this where I tell you to ask nicely?”

  He bit his lip and lay down again, one hand casually going under his head. It was a position I’d seen him in before. “I like being subservient sometimes, but you seem to draw it out of me more.” He paused while I slipped one finger teasingly below his balls, and he narrowed his eyes. “Just don’t push it. Making you my personal whore is still the biggest turn-on.”

  I groaned under my breath and closed my eyes, allowing myself one second to let his dirty talk sweep me off my feet. God, how on earth did I find it so arousing? It was unlike anything I’d ever been into in the past.

  Wanting to be closer to him, I positioned myself next to him on the mattress and encouraged him to get on his side with one leg hitched over my hip.

  “I think you mean slut,” I said quietly. “A whore charges.”

  He hummed and caressed my cheek. “You’d make a stunning slut for me. Always willing, always desperate. Always free.”

  I flushed and slipped my hand between his legs, where I carefully began rubbing in the lubrication in slow circles. Holy fuck, I was touching him there. My cock grew uncomfortably hard.

  “Fuck, that’s nice…” Adam drew in a deep breath and stroked my arm.

  I leaned in and kissed him, and I applied some pressure to push the tip of my middle finger inside him.

  “Mmm.” He cupped my cheek and deepened the kiss.

  “Okay, I want more,” I whispered, tasting him, aching for him. “Tell me what you wanna do to me.”