Falling for My Dirty Uncle

e, and she came to my house, and she was obsessive. I understood obsessiveness, but I told myself I’d never be interested in any of my students. Until you, that was true.

“So I ruined you,” I say, with a small laugh.

We share a smile. I’m glad that I can bring something light to the heaviness of this conversation.

“Thank you for telling me the truth,” I say, running my thumb over the top of his hand, stroking the warm skin of his hand that makes mine seem so small.

“You saved me,” Ethan says, inhaling sharply. “That girl…she was leaving my house when she crashed her car, and I feel responsible even though I wasn’t involved with her. I thought that was some kind of omen. Like my passion, my obsession, was going to lead me that way. I should've been able to help that girl, but I was just a hopeless fool myself too. I need to tell you the story of how Joelle actually rejected me, because that’s what I flashed back to you after that incident with Aiden. I drug up all those memories, and now I understand how I’m a different person.” His eyes search mine.

If he’s looking for me to be upset, he’s not going to find it. “Thank you, Ethan.”

“Your mother, I saw someone she was dating decide they wanted more from her. I was being a creep and I hit that guy, too. Joelle wanted me to stop. My intensity has always been dialed up way too high for her. And I can understand that now. I know I get too violent, too passionate, and there’s no fucking excuse,” Ethan says, and his breathing goes ragged. “But I can be myself with you…and the person that I am changes, grows, gets better when I’m with you. I must sound insane right now. I understand with these cards on the table, you don’t want to be in a relationship with me-“

“Ethan!” I interrupt him. “I’m not exactly scoring major points in the healthy relationship column…I’ve avoided them all and I got completely obsessed with you. Of course I want you. I mean, I guess your temper and my timidity…they’re part of why we're together in first place.”

Ethan laughs. “Only you would see it that way. And you are not timid. You were just waiting on me. It's perhaps creepy that I thought I wanted to be with your mother, but she wisely rejected me,” Ethan says.

I can tell that he’s bringing this up because he’s worried about my reaction. “I’m glad my mother rejected you. I don’t think I could see anyone else with you but me. We understand each other,” I say. I’m serious, and maybe I sound overly confident, but I feel Ethan wrap his arm around me and his lips are on my ear.

Ethan kisses there and a shiver blooms from there down my body.

“We do,” Ethan says in my ear. “Now let’s have the valet get my car, and we’ll go understand each other in private.”

Emmaline

“This dinner was amazing,” I say. I hear the breathiness in my voice. I need him inside me. I part my lips and look at him.

Ethan’s eyes are on fire, and they’re bolting me to the spot. His hand is on the small of my back as we walk toward where we wait for the valet, and I need that hand to dip lower.

“I wish you could just finger me right here. That hand is driving me wild,” I say in a whisper that I know only Ethan can hear.

“Fuck, you keep saying things like that, and I will fuck you right here. I have half a mind to have you pretend to drop something and slip my cock between your silky lips, if just for a second to feel your mouth on me,” Ethan says.

Shit. I desperately want Ethan’s cock deep in my mouth now. Sure, I want to sweep my tongue over the tip, but I want more than to just taste him. I want to devour every last inch of him and feel him overtake my body and fill me up, any way that he can. His body belongs to me as much as my heart belongs to him. I care so deeply for Ethan…and want him so fucking bad that if he told me strip naked right now and let him fuck me in the street, I would.

“What’s on your mind, love?” Ethan says.

I nearly whimper at that inquiry, but I let it take control of my lust surging through me right now, and instead of dwelling on him calling me ‘love’ I answer the question he asked.

“I’m thinking about how much I want you,” I say, searching his eyes for a reaction. I see him looking like he’d fucking suffocate me with his cock right now given half the chance. And, oh, do I want to. But that’s thinner ice than either of us should skate on right now. “I was thinking how if you asked me to strip down and take your cock right now, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Even though we shouldn’t…”

Ethan clenches his fist and he grabs me, pressing me against a wall that’s behind us. He holds me, pressing his lips to my ear. “I hear you say anything like that again and I’m going to fuck you right here, I can’t hold myself back that much, not when I know how fucking perfect my cock is inside you,” Ethan growls.

Ethan’s arms are wrapped around me, circling my waist. I grind against his cock. His lips ghost over mine, and it is just not enough. His kiss sets my body on fire and short circuits my brain. All I can think about is getting that big cock of his inside of me. I’m shamelessly parting my thighs and letting him rub against me while I rub against him and kiss him. The valet can’t get here fast enough, because I’m aching for him to touch me more. If this takes even a moment longer, I’m going to beg him to fuck me right here, public or not. That’s how badly I need him.

“Fuck, I don’t know the valet to take this long. I need to get you home and fuck you, as soon as possible, before my cock fucks into you right here,” Ethan says, his breathing ragged.

But we were so fucked, and not in the way that I thought we would be tonight.

Emmaline

“Ethan fucking Wesley, you get your damn hands off my daughter!”

Fuuuuuuuck.

That voice is my mother. The gasp I hear is my father.

Ethan keeps his arm around me, circled around my waist so that I’m hooked to him, even when he turns around.