I’ve had instructors encourage me or give positive feedback, but my parents seemed to enjoy my dancing because it kept me out of the house. They’ve nodded their approval and paid the tuition, but I’ve never gotten this kind of praise from someone who matters. And never, ever so honest. “Thank you,” I whisper. “I’m going to kiss you now, Uncle Rex.”
He shakes his head. “No, girl. No.”
Voices reach me from the nearby parking lot. “If you’re afraid of people seeing, you could bring me somewhere.” I curl my fingers in his shirt collar and climb higher on his hips. “I’ll kiss you down there again, too. I’ll suck and play and do anything you want.”
His guttural groan hurts my eardrum. “Fuck.”
“That, too,” I whisper against his ear. “Is that what we would have done in the pool house, if we hadn’t gotten caught?”
“Five minutes later and my brother would have walked in and found me dripping in virgin blood.” He moves us further into the building’s shadow, his hands finally finding my bottom and punishing it. “Feels like it’s mine to take, but it ain’t.” His teeth press into my cheek. Hard. “But I’ll still kill any motherfucker for even thinking about taking it. It don’t make no sense.”
“Yes, it does,” I moan as he presses me back against the building, his bulk wedging between my legs. “We didn’t ask for your brother and my mom to get married. It’s not our fault.”
“Stop. Stop trying to talk me into this.” He thrusts hard into the cradle of my thighs, his groan splitting the night air. “It’s wrong, Clara. It’s wrong.”
Hump hump hump. Each one harder than the last. His mouth finds mine and we’re ravenous. His beard is coarse on my cheeks and chin, his tongue smooth and smoky as it licks against mine. Again and again. I need no interpretation to know his growl means “open wider.” I just do it. I open my mouth as much as I can, letting him invade it. Letting him pump me hard into the wall, my legs shaking with the force on either side of him.
“Hell, I knew it,” he rasps, kneading my backside, then holding it steady to receive his thrust. “Knew you’d be a good little fuck princess. Can’t help but please me, can you? Can’t help but spread everything open for Uncle’s use.”
“Yes,” I moan, static tickling my veins. Energy snaps inside me at the right. At the wrong. All of it. “Oh my God. Yes, yes, yes.”
“Yes, what?”
I sob once. Twice. “Yes, Uncle Rex.”
We spiral into a kiss after that and it’s so wet, so sexual, I’m whining in my throat by the time it’s over, clawing at his shoulders. He pants at my mouth upon pulling away. “Where’s your car?”
“Um…” I search through my brain fog, finally coming up with an answer and pointing to the parking lot at the rear of the building. “There. The gray Camry.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before we’re striding in that direction, his hands roaming underneath my skirt, those callused fingers sliding beneath my thong, tracing the crack of my bottom. And all the while, I’m like a greedy koala bear, clinging to him and licking every patch of bare skin I can find. There’s not much except for his neck and an inch of chest, where I rake my teeth through that curly black hair that drives me insane.
We must have been kissing for a while, because my car is the only one left in the rear lot, although voices still carry from the front of the auditorium. As soon as we reach my car, Rex pushes me face down over the hood and lifts up my skirt. I’m still gasping when my thong is wrenched down to my ankles.
“Can’t bang you how I want, niece, but this sweet little ass is too tight and pretty to call a consolation prize.”
When I feel his tongue traveling down between my cheeks, I don’t expect it to feel so amazing. But when he gets where he’s going—that entrance I never imagined anyone touching—and he starts to bathe it with rough, thorough licks, my clitoris begins to tingle with epic sensitivity. More and more until my hands become fists on the hood of the car, screams trapping in my throat. What did he mean about my bottom being a consolation prize? Is he going to put himself inside me there?
I turn to watch over my shoulder, just as Rex straightens. My pussy swells and grows unbearably wet, watching him spit in his palm and stroke the saliva onto himself. He does it three times until his erection is huge and glistening in the moonlight, those thick, hair-covered balls resting in the V of his fly.
Our eyes meet. “If you don’t want to give Uncle Rex that ass, speak up now. Once I’ve got a few inches in, the time for negotiations is over. You’re getting ridden like a prize fucking pony.” He curses under his breath. “You’re such an innocent thing and I’m going to hell for taking you like this, but I need to get my come inside you somehow or I’ll go insane, you understand?”