Chapter Six
RILEY
We arrive at Uncle Zeke’s apartment a little after nightfall.
With the information overload that I’d been given, it takes me a while to settle and to think straight.
The only thing I do know is I can’t go back home tonight.
I don’t think I can face my mom and dad after hearing they’ve hidden their criminal lives from me my entire life.
As strange as it is, I think that it’s only made me more attracted to Uncle Zeke.
How is it different? I don’t know, but my best guess is I’m already so attracted to him, it can’t be changed.
Now, he’s the bad boy every girl dreams about from the movies.
The way he holds himself, the way he dealt with Orlando Creed, the sound of sheer aggression in his voice when he arrived.
He was willing to tear people apart to save me.
God, that’s really something right there.
You don’t get that from normal good people.
They wouldn’t kill to ensure your safety.
“You need anything? I can make some grub, order in? A drink maybe?” Zeke asks as we step through the front door. His apartment is small, quaint, and exactly how I pictured it.
Minimalistic, just like him. There’s no grand display of material things, just a sofa, coffee table, and a plant in the living room and the bare basics in the kitchen. One bedroom, one bathroom.
“I could do with a shower,” I say, and Zeke leads me through the bedroom to the bathroom. He gets me a towel, lays out one of his shirts and a pair of pants on the bed. I already know I won’t be needing them. My mind is made up.
I want to be with Zeke even more now. He’s broken, shattered, and he’s seen too many of life’s hardships. I want to be here for him, his protector.
“Maybe we can get some Chinese takeout? I’m pretty hungry,” I say.
“Sure,” Zeke replies. “Anything in particular?”
“Some noodle dish and dumplings?” I feel a smile growing on my face.
“Your wish is my command,” Zeke gives me a wink and a bow, giggling as he walks off. But, his eyes betray him. Even though he’s pretending to be happy, to make me comfortable, I see the sadness hidden behind them.
I get in the shower and spend a lot longer inside than I wanted to.
When I step out, my fingers are pruney, my skin’s warm and red, and the takeout’s already here.
I walk back into the living room, wrapped only in the towel.
Zeke’s standing at the kitchen counter, fumbling with the chopsticks in his hands, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, trying to get the hang of it.
I giggle, and he drops the chopsticks, looking at me wide-eyed.
“You didn’t see that,” he says.
“See what?” I ask, walking over to him.
“My utter failure at understanding these little sticks,” he says, laughing.
I can see he’s trying not to, but his body betrays him, as he looks me up and down in the towel. “I left some clothes out on the bed for you if you wanna change.”
I shake my head, stepping in between him and the counter. “I’m still soaking wet.” I look at him over my shoulder. His enormous frame engulfs me while I nestle against him. I hear him swallow hard as I reach for the chopsticks and show him how it’s done.
Zeke’s hands trail onto my body, wrapping around my thin waist. He’s so tall he can look over my head while I display my chopstick methods.
“It’s like magic, I’m telling you,” Zeke says, shaking his head.
“It’s not,” I giggle. “You’ve got to hold the sticks like this, and you can make them do whatever you want.”
“I wasn’t talking about the chopsticks,” Zeke says and spins me around without warning. “I’m talking about the way you can somehow make me feel a million things at once. Joy, sadness, fear, love…”
Did he just say love?
Zeke presses himself into me. I take it he got the hint of why I haven’t changed yet. With his body against mine, the loosely tightened towel drops to the ground. I’m eager and nervous with my naked body on display, but unlike on my walk over, Zeke’s not breaking eye contact.
His hands are pinned firmly above my hips, holding me tight.
He leans forward, taking me in an embrace that knocks the wind out of my lungs, and my arms wrap around his shoulders.
He breaks the kiss briefly, trailing little pecks along my cheek and to my ear.
He bites gently on my earlobe. His hot breath against it sends shivers down my spine.
Then he finally speaks, saying the words I’ve desperately wanted to hear from him. “I love you, Riley.”
I get swept up and lost in the whirlwind of those words, I love you. I can’t reply; I can barely think, and I push him back against the wall. Zeke looks at me, still not breaking his lock on my eyes. My naked body feels so good against his big, hard frame.
I grab his pants by the waist, pulling them and him closer. We lock lips again, our tongues dancing together. Zeke’s eyes close, but I keep mine open, watching as he gets lost in lust, passion, and love.
“Take them off,” I say, in between kissing him.
Zeke doesn’t hesitate, dropping his jeans and boxers to the ground with a single tug.
I lift his shirt overhead and toss it aside, inspecting his body for the first time.
It’s covered in long gashes, scars, and a healed-over hole that I can only imagine was from a bullet.
His arms, like his chest, are scattered with tattoos, covering up most of his old wounds.
I press my lips against each individual scar, moving lower and lower with every one.
Zeke moans, throwing his head back, his cock dancing across my body.
The tip is drenched in precum, only aiding in its gliding across my smooth, soft skin.
I finish kissing each white or pink tear in his skin, the last just below his belly button, and then I get on my knees.
“Look at me,” I demand, and Zeke turns his eyes down to me. I don’t give him time to speak, time to think, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock.
“Ah, fuck,” Zeke wants to roll his eyes back and whip his head around, but he doesn’t. He knows I want to watch him writhe in pleasure, and he lets me. “That feels so good.” His hands wrap around my head, my tongue flicking beneath the head of his cock.
I slide a hand between my legs and stroke myself.
I’m wetter than even I realized. I start bobbing on Zeke’s cock, taking more of him with every thrust, coating him in moisture.
Zeke’s hips buck with pleasure, pushing himself deeper and deeper.
With every pump Zeke drives into my mouth, I make faster motions around my clit.
Slow circles that turn quicker until I’m shaking and moaning, and Zeke’s doing the same.
With his hands wrapped around my head, Zeke pulls me back to my feet. He grabs my ass, pulling me tight against his body. His dick’s gliding along my stomach, and I stand on my tiptoes to nestle his shaft between my thighs, pressing it against my slick, wet pussy.
“Do you want to fuck me, Uncle Zeke?” I ask, biting my bottom lip.
“I want to bury my cock inside you and sing halle-fucking-lujah,” Zeke says.
I can’t help but burst out laughing. That was both the silliest and hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me, and it sends me into overdrive.
I take Zeke’s hand, guiding him from the kitchen back to the bedroom.
I break my grip on his hand, walking over to the bed, getting on top of it slowly, making sure that Zeke has a full view of my slit while I get on my hands and knees.
“Ah, fuck,” Zeke grunts, dropping down and crawling on his hands and knees towards the bed.
He wraps his hands around my ass and spreads my cheeks. I drop forward, and my breathing quickens. Zeke starts kissing my thighs, moving up to my ass and back down, again. He inches closer to my outer lips, so close I can feel his breathing before he moves away, further building the anticipation.
He continues this back and forth, drawing closer and pulling away, until I can’t take it anymore. I’m nearly dizzy from the anticipation.
“Zeke, please, touch me. I need it. I need you.”
Following my lead without hesitation, Zeke buries his face into my core.
His tongue slides between my inner lips, moving down until he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking back and forth.
He’s moving so wildly and frantically, I can barely keep up with his movements.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as warmth radiates through my belly and straight between my legs.
An orgasm tears through me, making me shake and tremble on the bed. I’m screaming Zeke’s name and begging him not to stop, not that he has any plans to do so. Not until I’m a puddle and a mess on the bed, falling flat onto my stomach.
Zeke pulls himself onto the bed, kissing up my back, to my neck, and nibbling on my ear. I can feel him on top of me, pressing me down, lining his cock up at my entrance, ready to breach.
“You’re so fucking amazing,” I say. “You’re unreal and perfect. Take me, make me yours. Please, take me.”
Zeke’s tongue runs along my neck, bringing our mouths together again. He breaks off, only briefly, to reply. “I’ll do anything you want me to, always.”
He enters me slowly, allowing my tightness to adjust to his size. He rocks back and forth, gently at first. He eases inside of me, inch by inch, until I can feel the full length of him buried inside me. We fit together so well, like two puzzle pieces.
I can barely contain myself, and I grip two pillows to my face, covering the sound of my moaning. Zeke pulls them away, and tilts my head to the side.
“I want to hear you scream,” he says, and I do as told.
Zeke keeps the movement slow and steady, and I cry out in sheer pleasure.
I wasn’t expecting such gentle lovemaking from the giant.
His mouth is running all along my body, kissing, nibbling, licking, and it’s driving me crazy.
It makes me feel so sexy, so worshipped, and seen.
His hands wrap around my body, gently squeezing my breasts and tugging at the nipples.
Before long, I can feel another one coming on.
My body tenses and releases, building up to an orgasm that shatters my world.
I’m warm all over, my thighs start shaking lightly, then the tremors increase in intensity until I can’t feel them anymore.
I can’t stop the spasms rippling through my body, and finally all the strength leaves my body.
Zeke adjusts, bending over me even more, his hands holding my hips.
I’m panting when I turn to Zeke, who doesn’t stop his rhythmic pumping and swaying.
“I love you too.” The words finally leave my lips, and Zeke’s eyes shoot wide open.
He almost looks nervous. His grip on my hips grows tighter, and with a single pump, he lets out a strangled moan of delight. He nearly collapses, but stops himself.
Zeke looks down at me as if he just did something wrong.
“I… I just came,” he says, sheepish and embarrassed.
“Good,” I reply, spinning around underneath him, and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I wanted you to come inside me.” I feel the wicked grin growing on my face.
I had no idea those words would send Zeke over the edge, but it makes me feel so empowered.
Zeke sinks into my arms, resting his head on my chest, and I hold him there, stroking his head.
“There is no going back now. You are mine,” he declares. His tone is possessive, and I believe every word he says.
“I know, Zeke,” I whisper, my heart skipping a beat.
Irrevocably. Undeniably. Always.
THE END.