Chapter 20
June
Malcolm’s kiss isn’t chaste or gentle. It’s rough and instantly demanding as he slides his tongue between my lips.
I’ve been suppressing forbidden urges for him and suffering sexual frustration for a week. His kiss releases a flood of feel-good chemicals in my brain. My body is screaming yes so loud, I can’t hear my conscience crying no.
My first instinct is to cling to his strong shoulders and give in to his domination. He lowers his body and pins me under him, his erection pressed exactly where I’ve wanted him all week.
He ruts against me and groans into my mouth. His cock is so deliciously thick and hard between my legs, I tilt my hips up for more, only for logic to cut through the lust.
This is the beginning of a bad decision. If we don’t stop now, things will go too far. Way too far.
I twist my face away from the kiss and push against his shoulders.
“You’re breaking your promise!” My words come out whiny when I meant to sound more scolding.
“Fuck that stupid promise,” he growls. “We both know I was going to break it eventually.”
He claims my mouth again and I try to escape. He grabs my throat and forces me to accept it. I should be angry that, once again, he’s overriding my will in favour of his. Instead, I whimper into his mouth.
Malcolm breaks the kiss, leaving me panting. I tremble as he brushes his lips against my jaw and my neck, his facial hair and the damp warmth of his breath tickling my skin.
“Why do you do these things to me when you know they’re wrong?”
“Why do you always protest when you want me to do them to you?”
He presses a kiss to my neck then sucks and licks the same spot. Between my legs tighten and I groan out my response.
“Because you’re like an uncle to me!”
“I want to be more than that. I want to be yours, just like I want you to be mine.”
“That’s not possible. We’re not allowed—”
“We don’t need anyone’s permission.”
“You mean you don’t care if I give you mine.”
He caresses my waist and squeezes my hip. “If you want me to stop, say stop, and I will.”
My lips part to say the word. More whimpers come out instead as he plants urgent kisses and quick sucks down my neck, my chest, and the swells of my breasts.
This is the exact kind of moment Malcolm was teaching me how to escape, yet I don’t try to stop him when he yanks down the front of my tank top, exposing my bare breasts.
“Fucking amazing.”
My mind can’t make up itself. One moment, it’s yelling at me that I shouldn’t enjoy this. The next, it’s filling me with pride at his admiration.
My body is the worst traitor too. When his big hands cup my breasts, my nipples quickly harden as he rolls his thumbs over them. He dips his head and grabs one between his lips, sucking it while he squeezes my other breast.
“Ahh…”
I slip my hand to the back of his head and squirm under him, moaning as his tongue swirls around my nipple and flicks it. He sucks it again, harder, each firm tug like a button press that makes my pussy clench.
Malcolm squeezes my breasts together and pays similar attention to my other hard bud. Eager to enjoy me, he bobs his head back and forth, his mouth and tongue wet, warm and greedy on my flesh.
“Mmh… I love tasting you…” he groans. His mouth delivers another firm tug, making me whimper. “These cherries are so sweet, I’ll gain weight if I suck on them all day.”
“You’re not supposed to love it. You’re not supposed to know what I taste like.”
He lifts his head from my breast and pushes his hand past my shorts, into my underwear. His mouth hovering over mine, his fingers trail over my pelvis, going lower to rub my pussy. He gives me a teasing smile.
“You say that, yet your soaking wet pussy says you love it too.” His fingers slip and slide in my juices as shameful proof. “My naughty girl loves it when I suck on her tits.”
When he parts me and strokes my clit, I moan and roll my hips to meet his touch. He captures my bottom lip with his mouth and sucks it.
“I have a confession.” His breath ghosts over my lips. It’s hard to pay attention to his words while he’s rubbing my button in slow, torturous circles. “The night you woke up and caught me in your bed, that wasn’t the first time I did it.”
That definitely gets my attention. I stiffen under him in surprise.
“When—”
“The night before.”
Oh my god. That was when he spent the night after we first found out about the intruder!
“I came into your room to check on you,” he continues, his touch between my legs still distracting. “There you were, my perfect sleeping beauty, waiting for a kiss. But I’m no prince, so you didn’t wake up when I kissed your pussy.”
He forces a finger into me, the sudden action cutting off my indignant response. I cry out and arch my back, my curved neck an offering he accepts with kisses all the way up to my ear.
“I wanted to fuck you so bad that night.” Malcolm’s thick finger strokes inside me as his low growl fills my head.
His familiar words confirms it wasn’t a dream.
He was in my bedroom that night like he said.
“I barely held myself back. So I did what I’m doing to you now.
I pushed my fingers inside you and pretended they were my cock. And you came on them too.”
He forces another finger into me. I let out a gasping cry again instead of the word stop like I should. He took advantage of me twice. I shouldn’t let him do it a third time.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Fool me a third time, maybe I like being fooled.
Maybe some deep, dark part of me likes being taken against my will by Malcolm.
“I thought you were a good guy.” My voice is strained and breathy, my body pure contradiction. I twist and buck my hips to escape his fingers pumping into me. I also can’t help lifting them to accept his thrusts. “You’re not! A good guy wouldn’t do what you did to me.”
“Sweetheart, you made me the best version of myself that night I saved you from the fire.” He presses a tender kiss just below my ear. “You also make me the worst. I’ll do anything, even bad things, to have you.”
His first admission made me angry. This one has my emotions in turmoil. It’s scary yet thrilling that he wants me so much, he’ll take me by any means necessary.
My underwear and shorts trap his hand, his palm brushing against my sensitive nub. I cling to his shoulders, pleasurable tension growing in my body. His fingers plunge into me, the steady stroking along my walls pulling reluctant moans from my lips.
Malcolm abruptly pulls his fingers out of me. I groan at their loss. When he holds my gaze as he sucks my wetness from his fingers, I’m ashamed how much that turns me on.
He raises himself, and I tense as he pulls down my workout shorts and underwear at the same time.
Say stop.
The determined glint in Malcolm’s eyes tells me he plans to go all the way. He won’t stop himself like he did last time.
It’s crucial I resist him right this second. If I don’t, we’ll do something even more taboo than what we’ve done so far.
But I’m in a trance, mindlessly lifting my hips and letting him remove the bottom half of my clothes. He flings them aside, then shoves down his gym shorts and underwear next.
My gaze immediately hones in on his cock and my eyes widen. It’s even more intimidating out in the open.
Boy, was he right to say it’s not a twig. It’s thick, hard, and long, swaying slowly with his movements as he tosses his clothes too.
Malcolm bends and kisses me again. He grabs my hand and makes me hold him. I have Mal’s cock in my hand. Well, barely. The man is blessed. I have to keep adjusting my short fingers around him for a proper grip. Our size difference has never been more blatant.
I’m so amazed by the experience, I act without thinking. I give him an experimental squeeze, delighted by his firmness, his warmth, and how he pulses against my palm.
He groans softly. The sexy sound sends a rush of pleasure through my body, strengthening the ache between my legs.
His hips jerk forward when I sweep my thumb over the slope, smearing his pre-cum around his flushed tip. He shudders as I stroke him, rocking his hips so he’s fucking my hand.
Malcolm is physically stronger than me, but I’m the one with the power literally in my hand, and I’m heady at the thought.
“Put me inside you,” he murmurs.
I release him, my face warm as I offer an alternative.
“What if I sucked you instead?”
“I want your mouth, but I want your pussy more.”
He lowers his hips to mine. We’re skin to skin for the first time, and we both groan as he saws his hardness along my slick lips. I can’t help myself because it feels so good. I writhe under him, lifting my hips to rub against him too.
But that only encourages Malcolm to take things further despite what I said. His breathing heavy, he grasps himself and slides his fat tip between my slit, parting me.
I splay my hand against his chest, panic and excitement twisting together in my gut. My breathing grows heavy too, my heart racing as his cockhead prods my entrance.
Oh god. He’s going to do it.
My dad’s best friend is going to push his cock inside me.
Say stop.
But I want it.
I shouldn’t!
“Mal, we shouldn’t—”
“Just let me put the tip inside you,” he groans. “It won’t be so wrong. It won’t count.”
“But… protection! I’m not on any birth control. You should wear a condom!”
Satisfaction shines in his eyes.
“Fuck no. You’re taking this cock raw, babygirl.”
Malcolm shudders as he rocks his hips, making shallow stabs at my entrance. He puts a little more effort behind his thrusts, penetrating me. I whimper and cling to his sides, my head spinning, my whole body shaking.
It can’t be true that just the tip of him doesn’t count. Not his tip. It’s stretching me more than any other sexual encounter I’ve had before this.
He groans against my neck before he latches his lips to my skin and sucks it hard. My thighs shake as Malcolm presses forward some more, slipping deeper inside me because I’m so wet.