Say Uncle

By: C.M. Steele

“Unzipped your hoodie,” I growled.

“Yes, my purpose being that I’m hot.” The girl had an attitude. I’d fix that with a nice orgasm or two later tonight.

“That you are,” I said, unconsciously adjusting my uncomfortable erection.

“Are you playing with yourself?”

“Damn, sweetheart. Did you need to say that so loud?” I hissed as I looked around to see if anyone heard, but thankfully they hadn’t. “Actually, if you must know, you’ve got my dick so hard it’s become uncomfortable in its current position, and I needed to readjust. I would walk to the bathroom and adjust it there, but someone just walked in there and her husband followed her, so it will be a while.”

She blushed in mortification. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You can’t help that you’ve got me fucked up without doing anything special. Although undoing the hoodie didn’t help my predicament.” I tried to change the subject. “Are you a big Bulls fan?”

“Yes, I am, actually. Do you like basketball?” she asked me.

“Yeah, but we’re rivals. I’m from Boston, so of course I’m a Celtics fan. So taking off that hoodie was a plus too. My woman can’t be sporting Bulls gear. It would look bad,” I said, feigning mortification.

“Well then it’s a good thing I’m not your woman because I love my Bullies!”

“So you think,” I challenged.

It was then we were told to fasten our belts for landing. Once we landed, I lost sight of her. I let her get up first, but then some guy bumped past me, chasing after his kid. Who brings a kid to Vegas? I hoped they lived here. It wasn’t the ideal place for a vacation with kids. Damn it. She managed to slink through the crowds, but it was at the luggage carousel that I spotted her again. There was some guy talking to her, but he noticed me approaching and moved his ass along.

“Trying to get away from me?” I asked.

“I thought you stopped to talk to the stewardess. Besides, it was a nice conversation, but that’s all it was,” she said.

I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her close to me before she could refuse. “Babe, you shake when I touch you. I know it’s only because you’ve got a supposed boyfriend that you’re running from me, but something about you refuses to let that get in my way.” I looked deeply into her eyes. “I’m going to kiss you, now,” I whispered before my mouth slowly closed the gap. Heavenly. She was definitely an angel. The kiss was better than any other that came before it. I growled and pulled away.

“Stop that. I have a boyfriend,” she said with no conviction, so I disregarded it.

“Babe, where are you staying?” I asked with my hands still wrapped around her slender waist.

“On the strip,” she whispered hungrily, eying my mouth, so I gave her another little taste.

I pulled back and raised my brows. “Where?”

“The Mirage. You?” she answered dazedly.

“The same. Let’s catch a cab together,” I ordered.

“I have a boyfriend,” she reminded me.

But like I told her before, it didn’t matter to me. “You say that like it’s supposed to mean something to me other than I have to get you to forget him.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she murmured as I let her go to grab our luggage.

“But you’re still coming with me,” I reminded her.

“Well, you’ve got my suitcase.”

“I guess I do. Now come, my Angel,” I said as I grabbed her hand and tugged her out to the taxis.

“The Mirage, please,” I told the driver as I helped her in and sat beside her. The driver loaded our luggage in the trunk while I just drank in her body. She was sexy as hell, and I wanted to part those thighs and let her ride me all the way to the hotel. He started to drive into Vegas traffic, immediately bringing me back to from fantasy fun land.

“So are you thinking of breaking your mom and her latest dupe up? You think if he sees that her daughter looks like a goth chick, he’ll walk away?” I asked as I scooted her closer to me in the cab.

“I don’t look like a goth chick. The guy next to me at the carousel didn’t think so,” she said with attitude. I get that I pissed her off, but she was playing tit for tat.

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