Devils & Rye (Top Shelf Book 4)

by Alta Hensley

  There was a small part of me that wanted to approach things slowly, to not let my desire be mastered by my passion. But when Makayla moaned against the thrust of my tongue and her hands frantically rubbed along my bare chest, I knew the battle was lost.

  She was too innocent to truly understand the control she had over me. She had all the power with just the way she touched me, and she had no clue of just how much dominance she possessed.

  The level of chemistry that had grown between us had become consuming, making me want her with an intensity that I’d never experienced with anyone else. I don’t know what it was. The lake? The house? The situation? All I knew was that when I watched her skin being revealed as I undressed her, my body almost exploded with lust.

  She rubbed herself intimately against me, the action making my cock grow even harder. She knew how to use her body just as any experienced woman would… with even more skill, though she had no idea. I wanted to sink into her, to lose myself in her slick, wet heat, to drive us both hard and fast to orgasm. I couldn’t wait to hear her scream out my name.

  It was what we both wanted — more importantly, what we both needed. But this time, I was determined to give her something different, to offer her something more than I had ever offered any woman before her. Not just a sexual experience, but a promise. I wanted to communicate security in the way we had sex. I wanted to make sure she felt safe in the fact that I was there. I was going to shelter her from any storm that came her way.

  My cock had pressed against my frozen boxers to the point of pain. I couldn’t free myself from my restraints of the wet fabric fast enough. This woman… this goddess before me, literally made me grow weak in the knees. Such sweet delicate features, and also such luscious and alluring curves. I had to have her. I had to have her now, and I prayed to God that I could be gentle.

  I ran my palm up Makayla’s leg, enjoying the fact that she didn’t flinch, but moaned in response to my touch. She lay on the bed completely naked, and didn’t try to conceal herself at all. Her eyes never left mine, as if she were attempting to hypnotize me… and it worked. I was captivated by this woman.

  “I want to look at and touch every part of your body, Makayla. I want to memorize every curve, every dip and valley, and every inch of your skin.”

  If I was going to hell, I was going to make damn sure every wicked moment of this was worth it.

  Without waiting for a response, I spread her legs wide, watching the seam of her pussy open for me. Her tiny hole just begging to be entered, but I knew I needed to go slow.

  Running my finger along each side of her delicate petals, I asked, “Has anyone ever touched you here before?” I knew the answer, but I still wanted it to come from her sweet, virginal lips.

  She shook her head. “No, Papa would never allow it. I was never given the opportunity to be with anyone.”

  Thank God for that. At least her past was good for something. It had protected what I so desperately wanted to claim as mine. Be somewhere no one else had ever been before. I wanted that cherry that hadn’t been tasted. I wanted to suck it, lick it, and fuck that fruit until all the juices were gone.

  Everything was so fucking wrong.

  This was Makayla.

  My best friend’s daughter.

  I should stop. I should beg for forgiveness.

  I should not be here about to take her virginity.

  “Then we need to get you ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Soaking up her juices with my fingertip, I coated the opening to her pussy nice and good. With as much care as I could, I pressed my wet finger past her opening and eased my way in. Makayla gasped and tensed, but then relaxed when I slowly began to move my finger in and out of her tight channel. I leaned down and kissed her thatch of little blonde curls, inhaling the musky scent of her desire.

  “Relax, Makayla,” I coaxed as my finger glided in and out. “I need to get this sweet pussy of yours ready for me. I’m not a small man, and I don’t want this to hurt more than it already will.” When her legs relaxed back open and her hips thrust up to meet my mouth, silently begging for more of my kisses, I whispered, “I’m going to make you fucking love this.”

  My name caught in her throat when a moan overpowered it as my tongue flicked her clit, nipping it between my lips. Her hands ran on both sides of my head, driving my face into her pussy as her moans intensified.

  “Alec… Alec? This feeling. I feel…” Panic laced her words.

  “Allow it to flow. It’s pleasure demanding to be let in. Open the door.”

  Her head thrashed side to side, and her breathing became ragged. “I’m scared.”

  “Come for me, Makayla. Fill my mouth with your sweet cream. Release.”

  I wasn’t some virginal teen boy about to just shove my dick in her pussy and pop her cherry. No, I was an experienced man who would give her immense pleasure before I had to give her pain.

  Her hips bucked as her moan turned into a tiny scream. Her pussy quivered around my mouth, and the taste of her nectar coated my tongue. I lapped up every last bit of her completion as her body shook on the tail end of her climax.

  Not wanting her body to fully become sated, I moved up to her breasts and began to circle my tongue around one nipple, and then moved to pay the same attention to the other. Molding the flesh of her firm and perky mounds with my hands, I could no longer fight the hunger. I needed my cock buried deep inside of her and couldn’t wait any longer.

  Stretching up, I placed my lips at the shell of her ear and whispered, “I’m going to put my cock inside of you now. It is going to hurt, baby, but I will try to make it as easy as possible.”

  “Yes, yes, please,” she begged. “I want this. I do.”

  Placing the head of my dick at her entrance, I slowly eased in, pausing when I felt the wall of resistance. I knew this was the time where I fully claimed her. Her virginity would belong to me, just as she would. I wouldn’t take this gift lightly.

  “Take a deep breath and relax,” I ordered as I pushed firmly against the barrier and felt a slight ‘pop’ as Makayla cried out. “Shhh…” I cooed as I paused for a moment so she could adjust to my girth.

  It was Makayla who began to thrust her hips up and down, demanding that I hold back no further. Taking her cue, I launched a steady rhythm of pushing in and out, while placing soft kisses along the curve of her neck. A steady staccato of my cock pulling out just enough to spread her opening, and then plummeting back inside, so deep I could feel where the inside of her tight little cunt ended, balls scraping along her outer lips. In and out, I fucked her. In and out, she gave herself to me in the most carnal of ways. Little Makayla had changed. She had grown. She was no longer a little girl. She was a woman… my woman.

  Not being able to hold back my own pleasure any longer, I allowed the surge of my ecstasy to take over, spilling my seed deep within her.

  “Alec,” she called out, the sound so sweet on her pouty lips.

  The sound of my name from her mouth outweighed the power of my own orgasm.

  Outweighed right from wrong.

  Outweighed good from bad.

  Outweighed all reason.

  10

  Makayla

  That smells good,” Alec complimented when he walked into the kitchen as I was cooking dinner. He came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck.

  Like a boyfriend would do.

  A couple.

  Is that what we were now that we’d had sex?

  My mind spun, but I didn’t want to show my naiveté by overthinking or over asking. I needed to just follow Alec’s lead on this. He knew what he was doing, and I didn’t. All I did know was that I had just lost my virginity in the best of ways. It was better than I could have imagined, and though I had never envisioned losing it to my Uncle Alec… Uncle Alec… it still felt right. Like in a weird way, this was all supposed to happen.

  “Just some pasta,” I said. “I made garlic bread too.”

  “Do you want
me to open some wine to go with it?” he asked.

  “More wine huh?” I asked with a smile.

  “In moderation tonight,” he said with a chuckle.

  “Yeah, we don’t want you to have to jump into the lake first thing in the morning again, now do we?” I said with a giggle.

  “I still haven’t gotten you back for that, little one. And trust me,” he said as he grabbed the hand towel hanging near the sink. “I plan to.” He then snapped the towel on my behind.

  “Ouch!” I said as I jumped away. “That hurts, you ass.” I tried to play angry, but I couldn’t wash the smile off my face if I’d tried. “You can’t just spank me with a towel!”

  “Oh you call that spanking? Trust me. If I were going to really spank you, you would know… and like it,” Alec said with a wink as he wound up the towel in his hand like he was going to swat me with it again.

  “Like a spanking? Are you crazy?” I turned my attention back to the boiling pasta and stirred.

  “Oh you would. I can tell these things. You have a hidden submissive nature. I see it. Not only would you like the spanking, you would beg for more.”

  I turned around with my mouth wide open to find Alec leaning against the counter with a mischievous look on his face. “I do not. I wouldn’t like a spanking one bit.”

  “Want to wager a jump in the lake on that?” he asked.

  “You’ve lost your mind. There is no way I am going to allow you to spank me,” I said with my arms against my chest doing my damnedest to not smile.

  “Even if it means me having to jump in the lake again?” he asked. “I spank you, and if you don’t like it and beg for more, then I jump in the lake. If you hate it like you say you will, then I jump in the lake. Sounds fair.”

  “Except that I am the one getting spanked!” I said, no longer being able to hide the smile.

  “Are you a pussy? As your mother liked to call it.”

  “Fine! But you better get ready to freeze your balls off again,” I warned. “I’m going to win this bet.”

  Alec reached around me and turned off the burners and then the oven.

  “Dinner can wait,” he declared.

  “You’ve lost your mind, and when this is over, you are going to lose your balls too by frostbite.”

  Alec swept me off my feet with little effort.

  I smiled at the gesture as he carried me toward his bedroom. I secured my arms around his neck, my breath catching.

  “You know I’m perfectly capable of walking.” I laughed lightly. I nuzzled my head to his chest, listening to his heart pound beneath my ear.

  “If I could carry you all the time, I would. I love having you this close.”

  There was seduction, dripping with desire about the way Alec held me when he carried me into the room. Not rushed, not aggressive, but hungry enough for me to feel the need he exuded as I pressed against the heat of his chest. My body melted with his. I felt wanted, desired more than I had thought possible to feel.

  I laid my hand on his chest, soft hair peeking from beneath his cotton shirt, plenty of solid muscle, and felt his heart beating against my palm. I lifted my head and kissed the crook of his neck, the smell of pine, smoke from the fireplace, and man taking over my senses. I wanted to keep now just as it was. The end of lonely, the end of seclusion from any affection. The promise of hope filled my saddened heart.

  Once Alec carried me across the threshold of his room, he placed me gently down while flicking on the lights. Instant warmth filled my core as I looked around.

  The red brick fireplace took up an entire wall in his room. A large couch, loveseat, and rocking chair were the furniture in the room beside the bed. An artistically braided rug covered much of the wood-planked floor. The walls were mostly undecorated, with the view from the large bay window acting as the only needed art. My mother had done such a wonderful job decorating this room in particular. The entire house was a delicious combination of comfort mixed with functionality, but this room also had an air of romance present.

  Alec noticed me taking stock, and smiled. He walked over to the fireplace and started to build a fire. Once the flames were ablaze, he stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans. “I’ll go get us a bottle of wine to share after I give you your promised spanking.”

  I giggled, but didn’t say anything as I watched him leave the room.

  I stood in front of the fire, mesmerized by the dancing flames as I waited for him to return. The sound of Alec placing down the bottle and glasses on the table snapped me back to reality. Looking over my shoulder, I welcomed him with a warm smile.

  “Are you really going to spank me?” I asked with a giggle.

  “A bet is a bet.”

  “It is,” I admitted under hooded eyes. “But I didn’t think you were serious.”

  Or did I? Did I want him to be serious? I really didn’t know.

  “I’m always serious.”

  “I’m learning this.”

  He chuckled. What a jovial mood he was in considering what was about to happen.

  “What else are you serious about?” I asked, realizing I was trying to stall the inevitable. Or maybe it was just my lame attempt at flirting. I wasn’t good at things like this, and wondered if I would ever be.

  “You. And I’m tired of resisting this. Resisting you all the time,” he told me, taking my elbow in a firm, yet loving grip. “I’m done trying to be right, and feeling guilty for being wrong. Us being together sexually opened a door that I’m not going to close. At least, not while we are here at the lake. As long as we are under this roof… I’m not holding back when it comes to you. You are about to see the real me. All of me. I don’t care if it’s wrong.”

  I sighed a little. “It doesn’t have to be wrong.”

  I realized that out of nervousness of the promised spanking—teasing or not—I had backed up to the fire. My shoulder blades pressed against the warm wood of the fireplace mantle. With no escape, I gazed up at his striking features. The man had the power to hypnotize me with his powerful glare. Alec leaned in to press his palm against the wall behind me, capturing me with his piercing eyes, and the warmth of his body.

  The fervor that every square inch of my body evoked blazed in his eyes, releasing the same heat as the flames burning in the fireplace behind me. Alec grasped my arm tighter and started to walk toward the bed.

  I could barely breathe when he looked at me that way. My pulse quickened, my chest pounded, and my stomach tightened. The scent of his masculinity swirled around me, making my mind blur. I wanted so badly to reach out and press my palm against the rough texture of his face. I somehow knew exactly how it would feel against my fingertips. His demand melted the crux of my sexuality and made me hungry for more. I wanted to feel his hands over my entire body.

  Alec’s hand on my arm was hot and searing, yet sent shivers dashing through me. I studied his confidence, his determination, and knew there was no turning back, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted him.

  “Lower your pants and panties,” Alec instructed like the command was so ordinary. The simple and direct order sent an electric spark through me. He sat down on the chair and waited for my compliance.

  I tried to step back from him, but he stopped me by reaching out with his hand and taking hold of my wrist. Even though I thought I desperately wanted this, there was a part of me that wanted to resist as well. I wanted his command, craved his dominance… maybe I wanted to test him just for fun.

  “Makayla…” he warned. Meeting my eyes, he went on, “Take off your clothes and lay over my lap.”

  “But… you just said to lower my pants.”

  “That was before you decided to hesitate,” he said and tightened his grip on me. “I like my women submissive. I think we may need to work on that.”

  His authority and demand melted me. A sensation, that I could only assume as submission, washed over me by his tone alone. Chewing on my bottom lip, I slowly did as he asked, removing each item of clothing u
nder his watchful eye.

  “I’ve never done anything like this,” I said softly as I lowered myself across his thighs. Turning my head to look at him, I added, “I’m afraid… no, not afraid… nervous.”

  He nodded as his arm tightened around my naked body to hold me in position. Alec held me tighter and closer than I’d expected he would do. It seemed as if he never meant to let me go. Everything in my world felt right somehow. Comfort, security, love, and an intense sexual desire, racked my nerves. Lying over his hard-muscled thighs, all I could think was that I needed him buried within me.

  The first swat to my behind jolted me. It hurt. This wasn’t sexy time at all!

  “Ouch!” I wailed. “Okay, you made your point.”

  I resisted against the hand that held me firmly in place. My teeth clenched as I attempted to twist and turn my way to freedom. He met each move with another searing swat.

  What the fuck? I thought this would be a light pat that would lead to incredible sex. Foreplay. This stung! He said I would like this. No way. I was going to win this bet hands down.

  Alec paused for a teasing minute and then continued on with the fiery cadence on my, what had to be reddening, behind.

  I grabbed onto his ankles, squeezing with each spank. I gasped as his hand delivered another repetition of swats. “This isn’t what I thought it would be,” I blurted, hoping to stop the spanking.

  His chuckle only blended with the sounds of the loud swats—palm against butt.

  Though an electric connection seemed to arc between us with each spank. As insane as it was, surprisingly with some uncomfortable and searing time, I surrendered under Alec’s heavy hand. My mind blanked, and the sensations of my body took over. Submission surged through me as his hand peppered every spot of my upturned bottom. I dissolved into him, while closing my eyes and truly yielding to the delivered discipline.

  And when, finally, he reached down to cradle my body close to his, I could only gasp for breath and whisper, “I need you. I need you now.”