by Ava May
“Here’s what you’re going to do. Get back in my car and make yourself ready, with your fingers on your wet cunt. If you’re good, I’ll let you come. In my car. Right here. If we get to my garage first, you’ll have to wait until I’m done for you to come, and I can be slow and easy when I want to be. And hard and fast when I want to be too.”
She loved the instructions; God, that was turning her on. She loved a man who could take control, who could sketch out what he wanted and make it happen, and Uncle Nick--Nick, her hopeful lover--seemed more than capable.
“And then what?” she asked him, trying to find her breath. She could barely hear over the pounding beat of her heart.
“Then I’m going to fuck you silly, so enjoy the ride.” He leaned in and nipped her earlobe, eliciting a gasp. “Get back in the car, Jenna.”
When he stepped back, she gasped, the breeze tickling her legs. She knew she was only imagining it caressing her cunt, but it made her even wetter. Some day, she hoped he’d take her out here, right against his purring car.
“Please, Nick…” She didn’t know what she was asking, but he smirked and motioned to the car.
“The sooner you wait, the longer I wait,” he told her. That galvanized her and she opened the car door, slipping in. He came around to the other side of the car, getting n. “Legs apart,” he told her and she opened her legs as wide as she could. She slumped down in her seat, reaching under the hem of her skirt and stroked her fingers over her pussy, spreading the wetness.
“Not good enough,” he told her. “Skirt up. I want to see and hear you.” With that, he flicked off the radio, and she could hear her rapid breathing. How could Nick be so calm, cool, and collected.
Jenna pulled her skirt up, wiggling so that the fabric didn’t bunch too much and spread her legs, shocked at how the air conditioning felt against her wet flesh.
“Wider,” he told her, and she looked over at him, her mouth slightly open, little panting breaths she couldn’t hold back.
“I’m wide.” There was no way he could actually see what was happening in the light, but if anyone could, she was sure it was him. “Nick…”
“You haven’t touched yet and you know what I want.”
She did, and she remembered his instructions. She wanted to come so badly, she was restless, energy sparking up all around her. “May I touch?” she asked, and she could hear his breathing change. Maybe he could see her, after all.
She canted her hips upward, finger stroking over her clit in a slow figure eight motion that drove her crazy. She slipped her index finger inside her pussy, stroking her flesh slowly. She was so damn close, Nick’s relationship emphasizing everything. It could be--should be--forbidden in its own way, but it felt oh so right. So fucking right!
She added a finger, her soaked cunt greedily accepting them, the sounds of her arousal embarrassing and turning her on. She closed her eyes and started to drift, heading toward her climax. Things were happening, but she wasn’t sure what it was. Then Nick was moving her hand in and out, his other hand--other hand? Wasn’t he driving-- brushing her hair off her neck.
“Shhh,” he said when her eyes popped open. “It’s okay, Jenna. You’re just fine here, sweetheart.” He’d loomed up over the center console and was watching her, his body contorted, his long legs half bent. “I just wanted to get closer to you.”
When he groaned, she realized his hard cock was pressing against the center console, and it looked as if it might be turning him on. Completely. Totally. She approved.
“Faster,” he said, nudging her shirt off her shoulder and taking the bra strap along with it. Nick leaned in further and she saw the glint in his eyes.
“Does that turn you on?” she asked.
He looked confused and she motioned to his crotch.
“That. The way you’re rubbing against that looks like it turns you on. A lot.”
“Yeah, I’m revving up,” he replied. “I’m going to take the edge off after you come.” The edge? Weren’t older guys the type that took a while to recover?
“Mmm. Can I watch?”
“I insist.”
Jenna sped up her strokes, his nearness overwhelming. Nick reached into her bra, lifting one of her generously sized breasts out of its cup. "God, you’re beautiful," he whispered, closing his lips around her nipple and tugging.
Hard.
It sent her right toward the edge. “Nick!” she gasped as he worked her nipple with his mouth, his hand guiding hers in and out of her cunt. God, she was so close. So incredibly close.
Then he bit her nipple, hard enough to send a dart of pain rocketing through her, centering in her cunt where it bloomed, and blossomed into shockwaves of pleasure. “Nick! I’m coming!”
“Good,” he whispered, lifting his head for a second before biting down on her sensitive nipple again.
She screamed, her cries and pants filling the car. “God, Nick. Nick!” The shockwaves tore through her and she couldn’t do anything but ride them out, her eyes drifting shut. Nick was controlling the motions of her hand and she gave herself over to her climax, riding the waves slowly but surely.
“My turn,” he said, and she had no idea how much time had passed.
She was utterly amazing when she climaxed; Nick couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Jenna had been forbidden fruit for him since she started college. He loved women with her curves and she had grown from a pretty teen to a gorgeous, classy lady. Her full breasts...he couldn’t wait to stroke and kiss them. He needed her, more than he’d ever needed a woman.
“Jenna, watch me,” he whispered, pushing his seat as far back as it would go. He started to unzip his pants, when she shook her head.
“Not watching. How far are we from your place?”
“Five?”
“Good, then we get there and I’ll watch in full light. I want to see clearly what turned me on so much all these years. Nick, I have wanted you for so long. You have no idea how many times I came in my bedroom to the sound of your voice, or to the memory of you in a bathing suit.”
“That’s been years,” he said, starting the car up again. His fly was partially down, and he would get no relief, but it was a short drive and there would be little traffic even after he swung onto the main road. He could last until then.
“So what are you gonna do,” he asked her in a challenging voice, “Jack me off, or suck me off.”
“Maybe a little of both,” she promised, her skirt still hiked up, her pussy still swollen and glistening with her wetness.
Nick drove as quickly as he could to his townhome, driving into the garage. “Bedroom is third floor. Wine?” he asked. He turned the engine off and got out of his car, while she came around, her skirt blessedly fluttering to the tops of her thighs.
“Just you,” she said. She started to reach for his hand, and winced. “God, your car is going to smell like me for weeks.”
“Not a problem, Jenna,” he told her, giving her a wink. She looked uncertain all of a sudden and he pulled her into his arms, pressing hard against her. “I want you, sweetheart, and I want my car to smell of you, so I can remember this night.”
“That’s kind of romantic in a kinky way.”
“That’s me, baby,” he replied, letting her feel how hard he was.
“Let’s get up there then, so I can show you just how good I am at blowjobs.”
“Can’t wait.”
He let her go in order to open his door, and she followed him inside, looking around. He’d left his kitchen light on and she seemed momentarily distracted by his home.
“Nice,” she whispered, looking around the gourmet kitchen. “I could cook in here.”
“Maybe you will.” That felt right to him, and he swallowed hard, trying to make sense of what he was thinking. Was he really considering more than one night with Jenna, Tony’s kid.
Jenna, the gorgeous woman who had come for him.
“What does that mean?” she asked, putting her hand on his chest. He co
uld feel her body heat, and it seemed as if he was being branded by her heat.
“It means maybe this is much more than just one night, if you want that.”
“If I--wow.” She let out a happy sound and looked up at him. “You’re telling me you want me for more than sex?”
Shit. He hadn’t realized she’d gone there, but it made a strange sense, considering what they’d done in the car.
“Jenna, I want you, period. I wouldn’t ever fuck you for sex’s sake. I promise you that. I want you sexually, yes, but I want you in more than just my bed. Let’s...date.”
“Date.” She smiled softly, and it lit up her gorgeous face. “So, if the guy’s very, very special, I do it on the first date. And you are very, very special. You may get very, very lucky as a result.” She gave him another smile and a saucy wink. “Now, where is that bedroom?”
“I’ll show you,” he said, squeezing her hand. He hurried to the bedroom, eager to get things started. He’d been patient enough but he wanted to get his hands on her body, wanted to fuck her silly.
She giggled when they stumbled on the stairs, resting her hand on his shoulder. He was one step behind and wrapped his hands around her waist, squeezing her to him for a moment. She smelled so fucking good and looked amazing, the strap of her bra sill off her shoulder, though one of them had tucked her breast back in the cup.
“I want you,” he whispered, taking that moment.
“I want you more,” she replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder. He wanted to feast on her neck, her throat. She paused just a beat, and he had a feeling she knew the reaction he was having. Just when he was considering nudging her up the stairs, she continued, hurrying this time. She seemed to know where his bedroom was, and rushed in ahead of him, while he was shaking his head, laughing. Just as he reached the threshold of his bedroom, she tossed her skirt at him, and he watched as she pulled off the rest of her party clothes. His fingers worked quickly on his shirt and pants, kicking off his shoes.
He took a moment to look at her, those curves driving him crazy. She shook her long hair out and plopped a hand on her hip, giving him a knowing, sexy smile.
“Like what you see, Nick?” Her voice dropped to a low register and he groaned. If his cock hadn’t been already hard, it would have swelled further. He had to get his hands on her.
Now.
Nick stalked over to her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her hard. She moaned, her mouth opening under him, the hint of whatever she’d had to drink, something fruity and sweet, lingering on her breath. She aggressively rammed her tongue into his mouth, taking control of the kiss. He approved. he more than approved. Nick crushed her to him, those soft curves molding to his body. God, she felt good.
“Bed,” she whispered against his lips, barely pulling her mouth away. She settled on her back, letting him know without words what she needed. Jenna looked him up and down appreciatively and he smiled. He knew when a woman liked what she saw and Jenna sure as hell seemed to love it.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, spreading her thighs. God, her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her was. He’d waited too long; they needed each other.
Nick positioned himself above her, reaching toward the nightstand.
“No, I’m safe,” she whispered. “I want it skin to skin.”
He swallowed hard, and she stroked him slowly, her hand wrapping around him with confidence, her body arching upward. She eased him inside her and he stilled, his cock barely inside her, and watched her face as she adjusted to his size and girth.
When she whimpered, he pushed the whole way inside, and she let out a cry of pure female satisfaction. Nick began to stroke slowly in and out, peppering her shoulders and neck with soft kisses. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, the little pricks of pain turning him on even more. He pushed hard and fast, knowing that they both needed satisfaction, the pressure in his balls driving him crazy.
“Nick! Nick! Niiick!”
He could feel that she was close to the edge and he pushed hard, his own need starting to pool in the base of his stomach, his body rocking atop hers.
“Look...at...me.” He was getting close almost too fast, but he knew she was right there along with him.
“Looking,” she managed on a burst of sound. Then her eyes locked on his, her gaze astounded. His eyes fastened on hers and he growled out his climax, pouring himself into her, their mingled cries merging.
Nick rolled over and pulled her close. “Sleep right here, Jenna.”
“Mmm...okay,” she said, her voice blissed out.
Life was good, Nick thought as his eyes drifted shut. He was keeping Jenna here.
Jenna woke slowly, the scents and sounds different to what she was used to. She was held against a strong chest, slow, deep breaths making not only his chest but her head rise and fall.
She snuggled in, breathing his scent and holding it deep. This felt so amazingly right. Jenna opened her eyes and turned her head to watch Nick sleeping. He was adorable, his face relaxed in sleep, the silver strands in his hair standing out against his black pillow. In sunlight he was even more handsome, the years that he wore on his face giving him a distinguished air. In a suit, he’d be breathtaking. Jenna let out a chuckle, considering that.
“Morning,” he said, surprising her. She’d had her attention on him in a dark grey suit, and hadn’t realized his eyes had opened, sleepy and slitted.
“Morning,” she replied, feeling a little uncomfortable in the morning light. It showed her flaws, and she had more than average. “Coffee?”
“Shower first,” he replied, stretching. “Want to share?”
“Can we?’ she replied, looking hopeful.
“Big shower. Come on.” He gracefully extracted himself and stood, pulling on her hand. She stood a little more slowly, realizing she didn’t know if he was a morning or night person, a mix or somewhere in between. Looked like morning for sure, no matter what the rest.
When she followed him into the bathroom, she gasped at the view, the stone tile interior and the fact that it could easily fit two people--three or four, even. “Wow,” she managed.
“Hell of an add on,” he agreed with a nod. They showered quickly; Jenna was still a little self conscious of her body, but Nick’s quiet, confident perusal made her smile. It was nice to be wanted like this, to have a man who didn’t avoid her problem areas, who seemed to like the entire her. Jenna didn’t realize how much she wanted this kind of lover, but now that she had it, as much in its infancy as it was, she was relaxed and…it was perfect.
“What are you thinking?” Nick asked, and his voice sounded casual and content.
“That I like that you don’t avoid looking at all of me.”
“All of you?” He squirted some shampoo in his hands, and motioned for her to turn around and dug his fingers into her hair, washing away the hairspray and other gunk she’d had in her hair.
“Yeah, all of me.” This would be easier with most of her problem areas turned away from him and her eyes closed. “All of the areas where I want to lose weight.”
“You’re perfect as you are,” Nick told her in a low voice. “I love every one of your curves; you’re gorgeous, Jenna. Beautiful. Please don’t feel as if you’re anything but perfect.”
“Size six is perfect,” she reminded him, though her heart was swelling, both from the gentle way he washed her hair and his comments.
“Size six is perfect for some men, but one size rarely fits all, Jenna. I like your body and your curves excite me. Wildly.” He turned her around gently. “Feel.”
Nick guided her hand to his cock and tipped her head back, rinsing her hair.
She squeezed him gently, stroking his hard cock until he groaned. “Later,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him, his lips opening slowly. They had a gentle slow exploration of each other’s mouths, a kiss that promised more for the future. Possibly even, dare she think it, a life together.
“Do you really mean it?” she aske
d. It was so hard to believe; Nick was almost too good to be true.
“Did that feel as if I didn’t mean it?’ he asked, motioning it his hard cock, which she’d let go of at some point.
“No. You just seem a bit too good to be true,” she confessed shyly. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t believe and it certainly doesn’t mean I don’t want more, because I do.” She looked him up and down slowly, taking in his muscular chest, toned abs, and the gorgeous cock jutting out proudly.
“I just never had a guy like you be interested in me.”
“Well, get used to it.”
“I think I can try.”
That set the tone for the day; first Nick loaned Jenna a shirt that would work for the short term, until she got home. They had a shared breakfast, then a drive to the mechanic, and a quote for Jenna’s car. After a quick stop at her apartment to change clothes, they took off again. The afternoon was spent at a leisurely lunch and a walk around the new complex in the city, window shopping and tasting samples of wine, cheese, and gourmet olive oils and balsamic vinegars. It was easy to talk to Nick and he made Jenna feel like a princess.
She didn’t want this day to end.
“You have no wheels until Monday,” he pointed out. “Why don’t you spend tonight and tomorrow with me? That way, I can get to know you as Jenna, the adult.”
“I’d like that,” she said quietly. “It would be...nice.”
“More than nice,” he agreed.
Later, snuggled on Nick’s couch, fingers entwined in his, Jenna thought “nice” had been an understatement. She was so at ease with him that it seemed amazing that they hadn’t discovered this sooner.
“What are we going to tell Tony?” he asked her quietly. “I don’t want to hide.”
“Me either,” she said, her heart racing at the thought. What would Dad say? How would he react? What if… What if?
“Jenna, it’s okay! Breathe!” Jenna hadn’t realized she’d been breathing heavily, almost panting, until Nick pointed it out.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Tony might be annoyed, but he’ll understand. Do you want to do it now?”
