Page 45 of Braving the Storm
The girl perched in my lap feels like she was goddamn made to fit against me, to draw out something in me that has laid dormant until she came along. It would take nothing at all to draw her earlobe between my teeth and suck down. To explore with my tongue one of those gold hoops she wears.
“Teach me something, Uncle Storm.” She arches her neck,exposing that curve of flesh, while keeping her head tucked against my shoulder. Oh, she wants to play this game? I hear the hint of not-so-innocent Briar in the way she floats that word. Hanging it tempting and seductive in the air. I see the moment her eyelashes flutter closed, and it stokes the flames riding hot and wild through my veins.
But I can’t touch her. If I do, there is absolutely no way I’ll be able to stop, and I suspect that come tomorrow, things are going to have to go back to how they need to be between us. As much as that fucking kills me to admit.
“Have you ever touched yourself while someone watched?”
Her lips hang open. A quick shake of her head comes in silent reply.
“Then go ahead and unbutton those jeans, little thorn.”
“You… you want me to do it?” She sounds breathless.
“Do you trust me to tell you what to do? To teach you what your body needs?”
“I’ve never…” Her fingers are a little shaky as she pops open the button.
My mouth keeps brushing against the edge of her ear. “I know you haven’t. But I know this is what your body craves. Having someone who will watch you, pay attention to you, to see exactly how perfect you look when you fall apart.”
Briar sucks in a ragged breath; her fingers pause on the loosened material at her waist. Goddamn, the way she’s eager to wait for my next instruction.
“That’s perfect. Now, lower that zipper, nice and slow.”
Another one of those delicious noises escapes past her lips, accompanying the glide of her zipper, filling the truck with an unmistakable sound. One confirming we’ve gone far, far beyond the lines that should divide the two of us.
“Good. Now slip that hand inside your panties for me, that’s it, lift your hips if you need to.” I talk Briar through her next moves, easing below the waistband and soak up the shudder that rolls through her body as she makes contact with her pussy. Herdelicate fingers are wedged in tight, thanks to her jeans and the position our bodies are in.
“Oh god.” A moaned whisper fills the darkened cab. “This is so wrong.”
“Darlin’, you can stop this any time you like. You’ve got all the power here.” Skating my palms across the denim covering her perfect thighs, I keep my touch feather-soft. Reminding her that she can leave any time she likes, even though I know she won’t.
Turns out my niece is just as turned on playing this wicked game as I am.
If I have it my way, she’ll go on that date tomorrow and spend the whole time thinking about this forbidden moment right here with me in the dark. Because I’m a selfish fucking asshole like that.
“I know you’re soaked. So slide that finger through the mess you’ve made in your panties while you’ve been sitting in my lap, and then I want you to pull that hand out and show me.”
“Holy shit. That’s so dirty.” She exhales shakily, but does as I say. Tugging her hand out and holding her fingers up for me to see the slick sheen coating them.
A rumbled noise brews in my chest. “Mmm. Now taste yourself.”
She sucks in a sharp breath.
“That’s it.” I devour the way she obediently raises that hand to her mouth, those pretty pink fingernails brush over her plump lips, and they close around her middle and forefinger. “Right up to the knuckle, then slide in and out for me, stroke your tongue, press down, and enjoy how good that feels.”
Goddamn. I’m unable to keep my hips still as I watch her follow my instructions. All I can see is her unraveling perfectly, with the way that loose sweater has slid off one side of her shoulder, showing off rounded and full cleavage. An expanse of bronzed skin I so desperately want to run my tongue across and slide my cock between—fuck, she’d feel like heaven.
Breathing harder, I shift beneath her ass and eat up every tinywhimpering noise Briar makes as she fucks her mouth with her fingers and tastes her own arousal.
“Now you’re gonna touch that needy little clit. Get your fingers nice and sloppy first, good girl.” She’s desperate now, dragging her fingers out of her mouth with a wet noise. Wedging her hand back down the front of her panties, her lips are parted, and a small whine accompanies the moment her fingers brush over that sensitive bud. Briar’s so lost in this she’s not self-conscious or questioning what we’re doing anymore. She’s desperate to come, and I’m hungry to witness how beautifully this girl shatters.
“Just like that, hard and fast for me, darlin’.”
Briar is panting and writhing in my lap as she chases her climax. My eyes are fixed on the spot where her hand disappears below the waistband of her lacy black panties. Frantic movements of her fingers, circling, seeking out her climax, are the most illicit thing, hidden away from sight beneath the silky material.
“I’m so—I’m nearly—” She gasps, and moans, and that seductive sound has my hips shifting against her ass even harder. My fingers dig into the fleshy part of her thighs, and I wish we could say fuck it, and do so much more, right here, right now.
“You look so pretty touching yourself in my truck.” I lower my lips dangerously close to her ear. “If I was any of those men, those men tonight whoallwanted to take you home, this is exactly what I would give you, because I know this is how your body would want to be played with.”
