Chapter 22 He cums for me

Chapter 22 He cums for me

Nyx's P.O.V

I watch him draw down his briefs, leaving his already hard cock out in the open. My mouth watered, "Tra..." I tried to stop him but.

"No...just watch."

His voice is low, commanding, like he knows exactly how this will end. He settles back on the bed, one hand wrapping around himself, starting slow strokes.

His eyes lock on mine, dark and intense, like he's pulling me in without even touching me.

"See what you do to me, little cat?" he murmurs, his tone rough and teasing. "This cock's been aching for you since you slipped into my bed. Thinking about that tight, body of yours... my step-niece, all wet and needy under the covers."

I shouldn't feel this way. I told him to stay away, but here I am, thighs pressed together, aching between my legs. The room feels too hot, his words wrapping around me like smoke.

He picks up the pace a little, breath hitching. "You like watching your uncle stroke for you? Bet you're dripping right now, wishing it was your hand... or that pretty mouth."

I need to soothe this ache. But I didn't look away. The scene so erotic and unexpected.

A soft whimper escapes me before I can stop it. He smirks, knowing he's got me. "That's right. Keep those eyes on me. I'm gonna come thinking about claiming what's mine fucking my own family like the dirty secret we are."

His movements get rougher, body tensing. I can't look away, my core throbbing with every word, every stroke. It's wrong, so wrong, but it only makes the ache worse.

“I can't wait to have your virgin mouth suck on my cock like a fucking popsicle.”

Finally, he groans my name, spilling over his hand and stomach. He catches his breath, eyes still on me, a satisfied grin spreading. "Your turn to feel it next time, baby. But for now... just remember who makes you this wet.”

He adjusted his brief back in place.He walked into the bathroom, I heard water rushing. My hand slipped between my thigh and heck I'm dripping and I need relief, no matter how small. But I couldn't touch myself while he's here.

It would look like a silent invitation for him to fuck me.

The door to the bathroom opened and he came back, climbed on the bed like nothing happened. “Go to sleep, little cat, you are safe.”

He turned off the light and faced away. His energy seems to have deteriorated.

Could I sleep, my body's on fire, I need relief.

The early morning sun filters through the curtains, soft golden light spilling across the bed. I don’t even remember drifting off my body was too wired, too desperate after watching him last night.

That image of Travis stroking himself, eyes burning into mine, voice dripping with filthy promises… it’s still searing behind my eyelids. I needed release so badly I thought I’d combust, but I held back. Somehow, exhaustion won.

Now I’m awake, heart pounding, and I realize I’m pressed against him. Sometime in the night, we shifted. His strong arm is draped over my waist, holding me close to his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

His leg is wedged between mine, knee resting dangerously high against my thighs. I’m still bare under the covers from last night, and god, I’m soaked. Aching. That scene replayed in my dreams, leaving me throbbing and restless.

I try to stay still, but the need is overwhelming. Absentmindedly, I squeeze my thighs together, seeking just a little friction against his leg. It’s subtle at first, a tiny rock of my hips. Relief sparks through me, warm and electric. I bite my lip to stay quiet, telling myself it’s harmless he’s still asleep, breathing deep and even behind me.

But then he shifts. His knee hikes higher, pressing firmly right against my bare cunt. The sudden pressure makes me suck in a sharp breath, pleasure shooting straight up my spine.

It feels so good…too good. I can’t help it; I start moving again, grinding slowly up and down on his thigh, chasing that delicious friction. My clit drags against the hard muscle of his leg, slick and sensitive, and soft whimpers escape before I can stop them.

I know this is wrong. Taking advantage of him while he’s sleeping… but I’m desperate. Just a little more, just enough to ease this fire between my legs.

“Dirty little slut,” his deep voice rumbles against my ear, hot breath sending shivers down my neck. My eyes snap wide he’s awake. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me harder against him. “Taking what you want while I’m asleep, huh? Grinding that greedy little pussy on my leg like you can’t wait for my cock.”

I freeze for a second, mortified, but he doesn’t let me stop. His knee pushes up, rocking against me deliberately now, fucking me with slow, firm thrusts. “Tra…oh god,” I moan, the words tumbling out incoherent as sparks explode behind my eyes.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, lips brushing my ear. “Ride my thigh like the needy little niece you are. You’ve been dripping for your uncle since last night, haven’t you? Watching me stroke this big cock, wishing it was buried deep in that virgin mouth.”

His words are filthy, wrapping around me like chains, making the wrongness burn even hotter. I can’t respond with anything but gasps and moans, hips moving faster on their own. “Mmm…please…ah…”

“You love it, don’t you? Being my dirty secret. Humping my leg like a desperate kitten while I talk about how I’m gonna ruin you. Gonna stretch that tight hole, make you scream my name.”

The pressure builds fast, coiling tight in my core. His knee grinds perfectly against my clit, slick sounds filling the quiet room as I chase it shamelessly.

Then…a sharp knock on the door.

I jolt, panic flooding me, trying to still my hips. But Travis doesn’t stop. If anything, he presses harder, circling his knee in a way that makes me whimper involuntarily.

“Who’s that?” he calls out, voice steady and loud, like he’s not currently driving me insane.

“Me,” Mom’s voice replies from the hallway. My stomach drops she’s not supposed to be home yet. What is she doing here?

Travis’s lips curve against my ear as he whispers, low and commanding, “Come for me, baby. Find your release right now, while Mommy’s right outside. Show me how much you love being fucked by your uncle’s leg.”

I shake my head frantically, focused on the door, terror mixing with the building pleasure. “Travis…stop…she’ll…”

He ignores me, knee thrusting up relentlessly. “Shh, listen to you…so wet for me. Gonna make this pussy gush all over my thigh. Imagine if she knew… her little girl creaming herself for her late husband brother’s cock.”

“What do you want?” Travis asks Mom casually, like his hand isn’t sliding down to grip my hip, guiding my frantic grinds.

“Nyx isn’t in her room,” Mom says, concern in her voice. “Have you seen her? I got back early and wanted to check on her.”

His whisper is pure sin against my skin: “That’s right, grind harder. You’re my filthy little slut, coming undone while she’s clueless. Let go, baby…come all over Uncle’s leg like the bad girl you are.”

The combination,the danger, his dirty words, the relentless pressure it’s too much. I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my cry as I shatter, waves of ecstasy crashing through me. My body trembles, clenching around nothing as I soak his thigh, release finally ripping free in shuddering bliss.

“No, haven’t seen her,” Travis answers Mom smoothly, even as he holds me through the aftershocks, knee still pressed firm against my pulsing core. “Probably out for a walk or something. I’ll let her know you’re looking when I do.”

The door handle doesn’t turn thank god and I hear her footsteps retreat down the hall.

Only then does he ease up, chuckling darkly in my ear. “Good girl.”

“Umm Travis.” I heard Mom's hesitant tone. She was st

ill standing outside. “You've got a visitor.”

He frowned. “I will be down in two minutes”