well..im thinking of uncle!jack idk about you..
how he knows without a shadow of a doubt that he should not be getting involved with you. his best friend daughter— practically his niece. it’s wrong, you still call him uncle jack for christ’s sake. even like this, while you rock yourself down on his rough fingers perched perfectly in his lap. you mumble out the title through kiss swollen lips.
he should have denied your advances, ignored the coy looks. pushed your hands away when they rested on his cheeks, told you this was. for lack of a better term—fucked up to be doing with him, with you, together. but he didn’t, he let you kiss him in the quiet of your living room. let you press your impossibly soft, fruity lip balm flavored lips to his so gently. what did he come over for again..? a pipe..? the..kitchen. your kisses make it hard to think—yeah you said there was a leak beneath the kitchen sink and asked him to come fix it. and he he said yes, of course he did because by extension of robby, you were his little girl too.
when he walked in and caught sight of you in an old t-shirt, shoulder exposed and legs bare with seemingly. a lack of anything beneath it he kept his eyes trained on your face. to the best of his ability.
you hovered while he worked, kneeling next to him handing him this tool and that. bare knee pressed to his jean clad thigh humming while you openly ogled at the way his biceps flexed beneath the tight fitted black shirt he wore. how the summer sun had the freckles imbedded in his skin more visible over the exposed skin on his arms.
“take a picture kid, it’ll last longer.” he spoke flatly.
he can hear the smile as you respond “can i?”
huffing out a laugh he returns to his work capable hands tightening, realigning and fixing whatever issues he comes across. under your watchful gaze that carries a kind of heat that you should not, under any circumstances be directing at him. he had to admit the attention from a pretty thing like you was nice— and that’s what scared him. when he was done you offered to let him rest up on your couch which he agreed to. sinking his tired muscles into the cushions of your sofa. and now here he is, you in his lap grinding yourself down on those same capable fingers.
really, how could he say no too that sweet voice of yours. the scent of cocoa butter and something honeyed on your skin making him dizzy. and the bat of your eye lashes as you took one of his hands into yours, manicured fingers running over the veins and signs of aging.
saying he must get a lot done with hands like these, strong, steady and skilled. wishing you could experience the weight of these hands that to you— help up the sky. on you, in you. he gave you a look then, eyes roaming over your all too pretty face. you make this hard, so god damn difficult.
then, you kissed him with a gentleness that surprised the older man.
climbing into his lap as you deepened it, soft hands on sun aged, freckle dusted skin. he could get lost in it. he did for a moment eyes closing with the feeling of you on him. melting him into you like the allure you were. nose bumping yours as you went from pecking his mouth to slow kisses that made him ache for you.
“mm—sweetheart no—we shouldn’t. your dad he—“ and oh, your whine just breaks his heart. pitiful and soft.
“—he’s not here, uncle jack please..need you so bad. can be our secret pretty please..” you protested, hands still planted firmly on his face. lips a hair’s width from his.
“it—it’s not right kid..” he sighs.
words trailing off into a groan as he becomes privy to the way you grind your hips down onto his. hands coming to settle on your thighs unsure if he should push you off or not. it’s slow, he can faintly make out the feeling of your cunt through the fabric of his pants. and your..you’re only wearing panties.
“m’tryin, you won’t let me.”
that gets a laugh out of him, up from the chest and out through the nose. your lips trail down his neck in feathered pecks. he squeezes his eyes shut trying to regulate his breathing. feeling his cock twitch to life, beginning to strain and press against his boxers.
“jack i..i really want you. i’ll do anything. been needing this for so long. can’t even make myself cum if im not thinking of you.”
“never feels good when i’m with anyone else, I just want it to be you. a-always got you on my mind..at night especially. when i—mng—need you the most..”
your words are broken up by your feverish grinding onto the outline of his cock. the denim catching on your cotton covered core wonderfully. small sparks of pleasure coursing through you. it’s a beautiful sight really.
he has to stop himself from letting irritation build beneath his skin at the line about you sleeping with anyone else. you’re grown, gorgeous and utterly enticing of course you’ve had your pick of men. luckily the jealousy is quelled by your notion that you always wanted it to be him.
“for my first time i..got someone who looked like you. didn’t act like you it was—ah— the closest i could get. to th-the real thing—“
his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. with each confession you make his resolve slips further and further out of reach. a run away kite in the wind, untamed and gone in the blink of an eye carried off somewhat far far away.
you pull back from his neck eyes low and hazy. looking into his, searching for rejection and there is none. just the eyes of a man holding onto a string of morals steadily fraying by the second looking back at you.
“don’t you think i’m pretty?” wispy, hopeful, quiet. an utterly heartbreaking pout on your lips.
jack immediately leaning in to capture your lips which causes you to sigh happily feeling all the tension in your body melt away. it’s heated immediately his tongue finding its way into the warmth of your mouth. mapping out the space for later use. the scruff of his stubble prickling your skin in the best way. hands now rocking you down on him causing the prettiest of whimpers to escape you. and he drinks them down greedily.
“this’ll be our secret yea?” he rasps. confirmation.
“mhm—mhm..” he nods kissing you a moment more before pulling back. explaining that while he won’t fuck you just yet, he won’t leave you like this either.
his fingers are impossibly deep, long, thick and textured. his middle and ring finger nestled snugly in the heat of your dripping cunt. stroking you over with years of practiced precision as you all but ride them. your face resting in the crook of his neck drooling out incomprehensible moans and drooling into his shirt. not like he cared.
“un—uncle jack..” you babble. his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “shh s’okay sweet girl.”
god that voice. his voice. you sniffle, the feeling of finally, finally having him after all these years overwhelming every nerve ending in your body. white hot heat searing you with every thrust of his hand and bounce of your hips. molten want buzzing beneath your surface.
“just needed me ain’t that right baby?” voice low and steady. it being the only thing keeping you grounded.
how could fingers feel so good? nothing before has even come close to this for you. not your fingers a past partners or any of your various vibrators. it’s like he’s remolding you from the inside out. reaching your depths with only a quirk of his wrist. doctor privileges? you wonder. the passing thought makes you slur out a laugh. and only then did you realize that jack had spoken.
you pick up your head eyes watery as you look at him, a lazy fucked out smile on your lips.
he smiles, crows feet on full display.
“alright? you feelin’ good?” its not much of a question as you know that he already knows the answer. but you still try to respond anyways and he beats you to it.
“yeah you are, look at you. already stupid off my fingers. so fucking cute, let me make you cum. kid.”
maybe it’s what he said, or the way he said it. but something about it set you off. maybe it was the way he whispered out “give it to me.” when your pussy began to spasm around his fingers. that had your hips stilling and hands unfolding from your chest to grip his shoulders tight. crying out a broken yelp of something between his name and “ohmygod” as it crashes over you in mind numbing waves.
he helps you ride through it. gentle words of encouragement drifting from him to you in your haze. slowing his pumping to a halt. pressing a kiss to your temple as you shake violently in his lap.
“that’s s’a girl..makin’ your uncle proud.”
