Chapter Three
EZEKIEL
It’s been two days since the family meeting, and I’m still rattled to the core.
The past forty-eight hours have had me tossing and turning over my conflicting emotions about Riley.
I keep thinking about the confidence she showed, how she touched me, and about my losing control at her touch and becoming putty in her hands.
I haven’t taken my eyes off her, since the meeting. In the end, it was just another bullshit get-together, to discuss the politics of our business. A small faction of thugs were starting up around Traverse, and other useless shit I already knew.
That day has left me torn up and wondering if I would have been better off never knowing that Riley shared the same feelings for me. I’m distracted. My head’s out of the game, and all I can think about is Riley’s hand wrapped around my cock. I can feel it twitching at the mere thought of it.
Now I’m here, at the strip mall, where Riley’s shopping for clothes at a retail outlet. What the hell am I doing? Why am I still following her? I should get away, go on the road, put a bullet in someone for the family, and forget about this. But, I can’t. I can’t bear the thought of leaving Riley.
She’s in the underwear section, picking out different sets of lingerie.
She inspects them one by one and settles on three to try on – black and dark blue, a deep red, and a damn near see-through set in pastel purple.
I’d kill to see her sporting the last pair for my eyes only.
When she’s finally got her different sets, Riley starts making her way to the changing rooms.
I don’t know this outlet, or where the changing rooms are, but while she walks towards one… fuck she’s looking right at me. A man my size is hard to miss. Luckily I’m standing in the men’s section, next to a set of black shirts not all that different from what I usually wear.
I shift closer to the rack, trying to hide the erection that shot up at the thought of Riley in nothing but those see-through panties.
“Uncle Zeke?” Riley says.
“Riley?” I reply. “Hey, Sugar-Plum.”
“What are you doing here?” she asks, moving the lingerie sets in her hands.
As if she’s trying to give me a better view of them.
This was a bad idea. When I’m not thinking right, doing something as simple as following someone around becomes a problem.
I should’ve waited until I was clear-headed, and now I’m trapped.
“Don’t really find shirts my size,” the lie came easy, and I let out a sigh of relief. “This is one of the only places in the city that has any.” One of the few perks of being built like a monster is that people believe that excuse.
“Well, I’m happy you’re here,” Riley says, stepping closer to me. “I could use an… expert opinion on what I’m planning on buying.”
“Riley,” I don’t want to say the words that come next, but I do. One last attempt to reclaim my self-control and hold on to the life I once knew. “We can’t do that. What would your parents think?”
“They’re not here,” Riley replies, bringing the bra over her tight shirt to show me what I’d be missing. “Anyway, it looks as if one of you likes the idea.”
I didn’t even realize I’d turned away from the shirts to speak with Riley, and now I’m standing in front of her, my throbbing erection pressing an outline against my jeans.
“I guess you’ve got me.” What else can I say? As much as the internal battle rages on, I’d be an idiot to decline this opportunity. To see the body of the woman I’ve fantasized over and yearned for. “I’m in. But, I’m only judging the clothes, and that’s it. Got it?”
“Got it,” Riley says, a broad smile stretching from ear to ear. She takes my hand, and walks from the shirts to the changing rooms with a bounce in her step.
“So, you want me to wait out here and you show me what it looks like when you’re in it?” I ask when we get to the changing room. I know it’s stupid as soon as I say it and Riley pounces on the opportunity to make me look silly.
“It’s lingerie, Zeke,” she giggles. “You want me flashing all my bits to these people? Shouldn’t they be for your eyes only?” Christ, if any more blood flows into my cock I might fucking black out at this rate. “You’re coming with me.”
She quickly scans the area, and when the coast is clear, she takes my hand and leads me to one of the sectioned-off changing spots. It’s a tight fit for the two of us in there, the mirror against the wall only emphasizing our size and age difference.
I’m forty-four years old, built like an ox, and covered in tattoos and scars. Riley’s eighteen, dainty, and absolutely flawless in every way.
What the hell does a girl like this want with a guy like me?
“There’s not much room to do any changing,” I scoff, trying to maneuver myself around so Riley can get busy.
“We both know neither of us is here for the clothes,” Riley says, dropping the hangers with the lingerie to the ground. She rises onto her toes, wraps her arms around my neck for support, and whispers in my ear. “You don’t want to see me wearing anything at all, do you?”
As she pulls away, she grabs one of my hands and pushes it into her chest. I’m here now, trapped in a tiny box with her, and really, this is what I wanted. There’s no use in me denying it any longer. No pretending that I’m above this. Riley is temptation wrapped in flesh, and I’m done fighting it.
I rub my thumb in circles around her breast, meeting an erect nipple beneath the fabric. “No bra? Naughty, naughty.”
“It makes me feel sexy,” Riley says, her hands slowly trailing up and down my thighs, playing with my belt buckle. “I like it when people look at me the way you look at me.”
“And how’s that?” I ask, sliding my hand under her shirt. Riley lets out a gasping moan, biting down on her bottom lip.
“As if you’d give up the world if I demanded it,” she winks.
She’s right, too. I’d give her my whole world at the drop of a hat, just to stay this close to her a little longer.
I act without thinking, and lean in. I keep one hand cupped on Riley’s breast, and grab the back of her head with the other.
I pull her into me and she doesn’t resist. Our mouths meet and my whole world melts around me.
I can’t imagine anything better in this world than being here, in this tiny box with Riley right now.
Our bodies are close. I can feel her heat against me.
After some more fumbling with my belt, Riley drops my pants. The full length of my eight inches slaps against her stomach the second my pants drop. She moans into my mouth, grabbing it in a tight fist, and starting to move her hand back and forth.
“You like that?” Riley asks. “You like my small hands around your enormous cock?”
Such vile words out of her innocent mouth.
Fuck, it’s driving me crazy. My knees are buckling and I’m struggling to stay upright.
Sliding a hand down her belly, I force it down the front of her pants.
She’s smooth, all the way from her waist to her pussy, but already soaking through whatever panties she’s wearing.
My fingers glide over her clit, between her slick folds and up again.
Riley groans, gasps, and I have to slam her mouth shut with my free hand to make sure she doesn’t explode with noise.
Her eyes tell me everything I need to know.
They roll back as she silently begs for more.
I run circles around her clit while she strokes me, starting slow but steadily increasing her pace.
Her muffled sounds, from behind my hand, start driving me wild. I’m already so weak for her, and now all my dreams are coming true. Then, as embarrassing as it is to admit it, I’m about to come from a few fucking strokes.
“Riley, I’m going to come.” The words come out through my labored breathing.
Riley pushes my hand away, squeezing out of her booty shorts. She looks at me with these wicked eyes, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me – and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“I want you to come inside my panties,” the words leave her lips, and they send me into overdrive. She’s still stroking my shaft, but she pulls her panties forward. I get my first glimpse of her perfect, clean-shaven pussy, and there’s no way of stopping my orgasm.
It’s as if someone opened a fire hydrant, blowing my load all over her smooth skin and soaking the neon blue panties.
She keeps stroking, her eyes pinned on mine, watching me in my moment of weakness.
When every last drop has drained from me, Riley brings her hand up to her mouth, licking off any excess cum that dripped onto it.
I can barely stand, and I collapse back against the thin wall of the changing room. She looks down into her panties, back up at me, and adjusts them before pulling her shorts back up.
“I’ll be wearing these all day,” she whispers, rising onto her toes again to kiss me. “And I’ll think of this later while I touch myself.”
“Let me at least give you a ride back home,” I say, watching as Riley collects her things. She shakes her head, giving me a devilish little grin, and then leaves. Without another word, she slips back out into the hallway with the three sets of lingerie.
By the time I get back into the main floor, Riley’s already gone.
What the fuck just happened?