Chapter 28 Humping

Chapter 28 Humping

Nyx's p.o.v

With his last words he dropped his pants and his boxers came off immediately after. I sucked in a breath as my eyes dropped on his thick raging veiny cock. Hard as rock, standing tall and mighty. I swallowed, averting my eyes as the image of his cock plowing into my pussy days ago flashed through my mind.

“You are hard.” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He chuckled. “Can't fault me. You just called me Uncle. That gets me pumped.”

I rolled my eyes at his nonchalance and picked up my brush and pallets as I begin to mix.

Distracting myself from his looming figure standing meters away from me but seems so close. Desire coursing through me.

I took ample time getting the materials prepped and luckily for me, he didn't utter a word but I felt his eyes digging holes in my head.

I raised my head up and “take position I will like to start now,” he nodded, holding my gaze, as he splayed a thick cloth on the floor and laid down, positioning a hand beneath his head, as he laid sideways.

I swallowed.

“Take a position you will be comfortable in. This might take a while.” I said

He smirked. “Don't worry little cat, adrenaline rushes through me when I stare at you. Remember I'm pumped.” Heat tainted my cheek. Because I understand what he meant.

I dipped my brush into the mixed paints, my hand trembling slightly as I began to outline his form on the canvas.

The broad strokes captured the sharp lines of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes that bored me even now, and the way his body lay sprawled out like a predator at rest. But gods, it was impossible to focus.

Every glance at him sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs. I was soaked drenched, really my pussy throbbing with need, slick and aching as memories of him buried deep inside me flooded back.

I shifted in my chair, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made it worse. Discreetly, I pressed my clothed pussy against the edge of the seat, grinding slowly, seeking any friction to relieve the building ache.

A subtle roll of my hips, back and forth, the seam of my pants rubbing against my swollen clit. It was pathetic how desperate I felt, but I couldn't stop. The relief was fleeting, teasing, making me wetter with each subtle movement.

A low chuckle rumbled from across the room. My eyes flicked up to meet his, and there it was that knowing smirk. He'd noticed. Of course he had. Travis always noticed everything about me, especially when I was falling apart.

Heat flooded my face as I sat up straighter, embarrassed, forcing my hips to still. I averted my gaze back to the canvas, focusing on painting his hard chest, the sculpted muscles that rose and fell with his steady breaths.

I wished I could reach out and rub my hands over them, feel the heat of his skin, the ridges under my palms. And those scars... faint lines etched across his torso like stories I wanted to trace with my fingers, my tongue, learning every mark that made him who he was.

I lost myself in the details, engrossed in capturing him perfectly, the veins in his arms, the shadow of his abs, the way his cock still stood proud and untouched. Time blurred as the brush danced across the canvas.

Then, a deep groan pulled me out of my trance. My eyes tore away from the painting to him, and I nearly whimpered at the sight. His hand was wrapped around his thick cock, stroking slowly from base to tip, precum glistening at the head as it leaked down his length.

He was pumping himself lazily, eyes locked on me, that veiny shaft twitching with each pass of his fist.

"Travis... stop," I managed to whisper, my voice weak, breathy. My brush hovered mid-air, forgotten.

He didn't pause. Instead, his strokes quickened just a fraction, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Keep painting, little cat. If you stop... you lose your job."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

The threat hung in the air, laced with promise, and it only made me hotter. My pussy clenched emptily, begging for attention.

Without thinking, I shifted again, rubbing harder against the chair this time humping it shamelessly now, the friction sending sparks through my core. I closed my eyes for a moment, biting my lip to stifle a moan as the pressure built.

"Look at you," he whispered, his voice low and rough, dripping with erotic filth. "Grinding that needy little pussy like a desperate kitten in heat. Bet you're soaking through your panties, aren't you? Imagining it's my cock you're riding instead of that chair."

My eyes snapped open at his command, meeting his heated gaze. "Keep drawing," he ordered, his hand gliding faster now, thumb swirling over the precum-slicked tip. "Capture this moment. Paint me just like this hard for you, stroking myself while I watch you fall apart."

I obeyed, my brush moving again as I humped the chair harder, hips rocking in rhythm with his strokes. The canvas blurred slightly through my lust-hazed vision, but I poured everything into it the raw desire, the leaking cock, the tension crackling between us.

Gods, I was so close already, teetering on the edge from nothing but this torture.

Just then, the door flung open. “Nyx, are you he…” Lena's eyes widened as it locked on Travis naked from, then she glanced and me.

Travis didn't move his hand from his cock, heck he made no move to cover himself.

“Sorry,” she said simply and slammed the door shut.

“Oh no…oh no.” I said, setting my brush down and getting ready to go after Lena but…

“Sit back and finish up.” It was an order, his tone was clear as day.

“But she just saw us…she just saw you…” I stammered, shame rushed through me. “She knows you are my uncle.”

“Don't bother your pretty head,” he said, he was already up, pulling on his clothes. “She won't say anything,”

Anger flared within me. “How are you so sure she wouldn't.”

He fastened his pants, and tucked in his clothes, his movement,carefree, unbothered even.

He walked towards me, planting a kiss on my cheek “Finish up, I want to see this painting in my house unfailingly.” He straightened up and walked out.

The ghost of his lips could still be felt on my cheek. I couldn't stop the tremble in my shoulder. Lena just saw us. Lena knows…

Oh God.

I
waited just a few minutes to be sure Travis has left the building before I walked out.