Cherry Popper (The Reckless Series Book 1) (5 page)

I
can't concentrate
. I can't get a fucking thing done in my own home. Between the blaring music and the continual rings of feminine laughter, my mind is consumed with the girl just beyond my office window. I tell myself she's a girl, but holy fuck, she looks like a woman.

When I close my eyes, I see her—all of her: her long tan legs, that seem to fucking go on and on. The curve of her round ass. Her flat, toned stomach and full blossoming tits. Lacy is the whole goddamn package, all the way to the long blonde hair that's perfect for wrapping my fist into as I glide her shimmering pink lips up and down my cock.

My imagination takes me to places on her young, virgin body that I haven't seen, not that she leaves a lot to the imagination with the way she parades around the house in tiny bathing suits, skimpy shorts, too-short skirts, and crop tops that showcase her slender waist and large, round tits.

Painfully, I push my chair away from my desk and shift my growing erection. Fuck work. All I can think about is her skin and how soft it would be if I ran my hands... Shit! I run my fingers through my hair.

I reach the large window just in time to watch as Lacy comes out of the pool. Each step above the surface is perfection. Water glistens on her sun-kissed skin, droplets shimmering as they cling to her tits and slide below the white triangles of material, the fabric so skimpy it barely covers her erect nipples.

Even from this distance, it's clear that they're hard, tenting the fabric.

Her face turns toward my office window. Can she see me watching her? Is that why her nipples are hard?

Fuck! This shouldn't be happening. Lacy is my niece—kind of—she is my responsibility.

Then again, I never asked to be responsible for my stepsister's kid. I never asked for my family to perish in a car crash, leaving me in charge of her, as well as the sole owner of a multi-billion-dollar empire at the ripe young age of twenty-seven.

That was three years ago.

Three years since my father, his second wife, her daughter and son-in-law were taken out by one distracted driver—a teenager with a cell phone and a text message that wouldn't wait. Three years since I went from a carefree playboy with the world on a fucking string to Mr. Responsible with that same world now a gigantic weight on my shoulders. Three years since I knew what it was like to be laughing and lighthearted like the beautiful, sexy girl now lying on a long chair with her round, nearly-covered tits baking in the Arizona sun.

Eleven years younger than me, Lacy isn't my biological niece. Nevertheless, when her parents and grandparents died, she became mine. At sixteen she was skinny and forlorn. I didn't know how to deal with a teenager. Hell, I'd just lost my family too.

I sent her off to school. What the hell did I know about raising a teenager? But now she's back, and at nineteen, she's no longer a teenager. Well, technically she is, but fuck, her body screams woman. Ever since she came home after her freshman year at college, I can't get her off my mind.

Loud laughter resonates from the pool deck as Lacy and her friend share something on the screen of Lacy's phone. Her chin rises as she laughs, exposing her long slender neck, one I imagine wrapping my fingers around as I restrict her air, fucking her tight, virgin pussy, as my dick rubs her clit, pushing her higher until I give her permission to breathe and the freedom to cum. Unconsciously, I rub my hardening cock through my jeans as I imagine her cunt milking it and me filling her with copious amounts of my seed. After all, we're family. Who else would I trust with bearing my children, children who will one day inherit everything I did.

I straighten my shoulders, unable to take the pressure anymore. I'm about ready to drop a load as pre-cum leaks from my dick, my erection hardening against the strain of my jeans. I should go upstairs to my suite. I should walk away from the precarious situation; instead, I find myself standing beyond the glass doors on the ornately tiled pool deck.

"Lacy!" I shout above the music.

Neither she nor her friend turn toward me, too lost in their own world. Fuck that. This is my world and she's in it. She's going to start being a bigger part of it. I was given the job of taking care of her, and now it is time she takes care of me too.

"Lacy!"

Suddenly she turns her attention my in direction, removing her sunglasses, as if seeing me clearer will help her hear what I have to say.

"In my office, now." I turn toward her friend. "Go home. This party's over."

Lacy's plump, pink lower lip disappears behind her teeth as she looks toward her friend. Mindy...Cindy...something like that.

"And turn off that damn music," I add as I turn back toward the house. Fuck, I sound like an old man, not a twenty-nine-year-old.

The music fades enough that I can hear her friend. "See ya later, Lace. You better find out what your
uncle
wants."

I don't turn around as I leave the sound of shifting chairs and feminine whispers outside and walk back to my office.

Each minute I wait my cock grows harder and harder, as if I even thought that was possible.

Before everything happened, before both of our parents died, I dated all the time. After all, I was the Bishop heir, the honored son born late in life to tycoon Billings Bishop. Women of all ages willingly spread their legs for me.

That was three years ago. When my fucking world imploded, so did my sex life. It's difficult to get it up when you suddenly have more responsibility than you can handle. And then once it all evened out, once I got a handle on everything, I saw the women for what they were, sluts after my name and money. That was until Lacy, until I saw her differently.

No longer is she just my niece, my stepsister's daughter. Lacy is a woman.

Her name isn't Bishop, but it could be. And as for the money, she has that, or will when she gets a few years older.

The door to my office opens, slowly, very fucking slowly, and my focus zeroes in on my niece.

Amused, I lean back in my chair and wait. I'm disappointed that she has a large beach towel now wrapped around her body, but that's all right. I know it won't be there long. With her sunglasses now on her head, wide orbits of green—turquoise, really, the color of water in the Caribbean—stare back at me.

"Shut the door," I say.

"I-I'm sorry, Uncle Max."

Her arms are covered with goose bumps, and I can't help but wonder if the cause is the air-conditioning or me. I know I can be intimidating in business. It's what I do, but is Lacy anxious?

Maybe she should be.

As pool water drips from her long hair, a small puddle begins to form near her bare feet.

I nod my head and tilt my eyes toward the floor. "You're dripping."

Lacy pulls the edge of the towel, the part tucked near her boobs, and unwraps her body. It's like fucking Christmas, and I can't help but stare as she drops to her knees to dry the floor.

L
acy on her knees
. It's every man's fantasy.

Fuck that!

It's
my
fantasy. I'll kill any other man who has fantasies about my niece, rip them apart, limb by limb.

"Come here," I demand.

As Lacy starts to stand, I correct her. "No, Lacy, stay on your knees. Crawl to me."

Her cheeks flush as her turquoise eyes look down and then back up, questioning me through her long lashes. She seems to be considering what I'm telling her to do, her mind fighting what we both know is proper and what our bodies crave. I know it isn't just mine, not just my dick that wants to slide into her warm, wet cunt, because I can smell her desire. Moments earlier, as she turned her ass toward me wiping the floor, I saw the wetness on the crotch of her bathing suit. It isn't from the pool; if it were, it wouldn't be a different shade than the rest of her suit. If it were from the pool, her slender thighs wouldn't glisten as they slide nervously over one another.

Taking a deep breath, she begins crawling forward. Her pert, round tits sway, precariously hanging from the hammock of her bikini top as she nears my chair. I spread my legs wide, as inch by inch she moves. Finally she's eye level with my straining cock. Has she ever seen a man's dick, a real man, not some boy?

I clench my teeth. The thought of a boy's cock near her fills me with inexplicable rage.

I push away the unease that threatens to derail my desires and ask her what I need to know. "Do you see what you do to me?"

Her eyes veil as she nods, swallowing visibly.

"With you walking around here in nearly nothing, how am I supposed to get any work done?"

Her hands are still on the floor, as she looks up at me from all fours. "I'm sorry, Uncle Max. I could—" Her voice stammers. "—h-help you."

My heart thumps with electricity, the jolt painful as it travels directly to my cock. Soon the poor zipper won't hold. I imagine the metal teeth breaking, individual pieces scattering upon the floor as my dick springs free.

"Sit up, Lace, on your knees."

She does as I say, her back straight as her painted toes offer her support and her firm ass rests on the back of her calves.

"Tell me the truth, have you ever 'helped a man out' before?"

Again, she swallows. Time stands still until she shakes her head slowly, her long wet hair skirting over her back, past the small ties of material holding her tits captive. Damn, she's killing me.

"Has anyone ever 'helped you out'?"

This time her gaze leaves mine. "Yes." Her answer is barely a whisper.

I grip the arms of my large throne-like chair as she kneels at my feet. My teeth clench and I feel my skin prickle. "Who? Tell me."

I may not have the right to demand such answers, but at the moment, I don't give a fuck.

When she doesn't answer, I lean forward and grab her chin. Pinching it forcefully between my thumb and first finger, I pull her green-blue eyes toward mine. "Tell me. Tell me who's touched you and where."

Her boobs heave as she nervously breathes, her warm exhale blowing across my grip.

When she doesn't answer, I pinch her chin tighter. "Tell me."

"Me, Uncle Max. I'm the one who's touched me."

Relief and heat flood my nervous system. "Where, Lace? Tell me where you've touched yourself."

"In bed, in the shower—"

She knows damn well that isn't what I mean. I interrupt, narrowing my eyes. "Your tits? Your pussy?"

Lacy nods, her lip again disappearing behind her teeth as her face is still held captive by my grip.

"Say it."

"M-my tits and my pussy."

"Do you make yourself cum?"

"Sometimes," she admits.

Sometimes? I fucking could make her cum every time, a thousand times, anytime I want. And I want.

Leaning back again, I say, "Stand up and show me."

She inhales sharply. The sound of my rushing blood dominates my hearing, which is surprising given that I'd think all my blood is in my dick with the way it's throbbing. Lacy slowly stands, using my knees to help her rise.

Her innocent touch is erotic as she pushes herself up. Once standing, she dips her fingers beneath the white material.

"No, Lace. I can't see under your suit."

Slowly, she reaches for the side ties on her hips. Small little bows connected to the front and back of her suit. As she pulls the string, the material falls open, exposing light golden curls. Next, she reaches for the tie on the other side. As it unties, the bottom of her suit falls to the floor and though I barely move, I hear her gulp for air.

"If I pick that up," I ask, "will it be wet?" I hold her gaze. "And not from the pool. I know you know what I'm asking. Lacy, are you turned on?"

Pink fills her cheeks, telling me what her words can't. She is turned on as well as embarrassed. Her eyes fill with emotions she's incapable of vocalizing.

I scoot the chair closer, backing her against the edge of my desk, her blonde bush in front of me and her thighs pressed together creating the perfect V. She doesn't need to tell me she's aroused. Her sweet scent fills my lungs. I long to taste her cum and feel her pussy shudder around my tongue and cock.

"Your tits," I say.

Lacy looks at me, her turquoise eyes questioning.

"You said you touch your tits. I want to see that, too."

She nods as she reaches for the tie behind her neck and pulls. The two triangles of white fall forward, revealing the most perfect boobs I knew she's been hiding.

"Turn around."

Lacy doesn't hesitate as she turns, the edge of my desk against her bare thighs and her ass in my face. I reach for the last string still securing her suit and pull. Fully exposed, Lacy is my fantasy and my reality.

"I'm going to touch you."

It isn't a question, yet it is. If she says no, I could walk away, and we could pretend this never happened.

"OK." Her answer is soft but strong.

I sigh. Who the fuck am I kidding? I can barely sit with the hard-on I'm sporting. Walking away would never be an option.

Velvety soft. I reach out, touching her skin that glows with the warmth of the afternoon sun. Running my hands down her arms, her body shivers, small hairs stand on end as goose bumps materialize. Moving her still damp hair to the side, I expose her neck. Standing, I move my lips close to her ear. "I want to watch you, to see how you touch yourself."

A small whimper fills the room as her head wobbles backward.

"But first, I need to touch you, to taste you."

When she didn't argue, I licked her sensitive flesh, the area behind her ear. "Don't move," I warn. "Hold on to the edge of my desk."

Lacy nods as I direct her hands to the edge of the rounded glass, pressing her fingers to grip tighter.

Once she is secure, I move south, kisses and bites, tasting the chlorine from the pool water as well as her natural flavor. Lower I go, until I'm at the small of her back, her ass cheeks firm and tight, quivering with anticipation.

Using my knee, I spread her feet and legs farther apart. Her sweet fragrance, like nectar, fills my lungs as my nose brushes against her ass. I push her forward, exposing her pink glistening pussy, her cum dripping down her thighs.

"My niece is a naughty, dirty girl. Isn't she?"

Lacy doesn't answer but her legs quake with my breath on her cunt.

"Say it. Tell me you want this. Tell me you're a dirty slut, but only for your Uncle Max."

"I-I am."

My fingers intertwine in her long blonde hair, wrenching her head backward. "You are what?"

"I'm your slut, Uncle Max. I want to be."

Cum leaks from my cock, still miraculously confined. If this continues much longer, I'm sure it'll look like I peed my jeans. Any friction and I'll come all over myself.

Unable to resist any longer, my tongue teases the folds of her young, tight cunt, tasting heaven. Creme brulee doesn't taste as sweet.

Lacy gasps as I bury my face in her pussy, my tongue searching in and out, lapping her juices while they coat my chin. Her grip of the desk tightens as the walls of her cunt convulse. She is close, but I'm not ready for her to cum. Not yet.

"Damn, you taste so good."

Loosening her fingers, I spin her back around. The way her light hair contrasts to her flushed cheeks as her tits heave with heavy breathing, pushes my cock to near explosion.

I lift Lacy to the desk, putting her ass on the edge, and I sit back in my chair. Next, I pull her feet to my thighs. Spreading her legs, I push her stomach slightly back until I can see all of her, both of her needy holes. Her pussy is pink and trembling as cum shamelessly drips, coating her tight puckered hole, leaking onto the glass-top desk, and finally falling onto the floor.

I shake my head. "My little slut is so fucking needy. You're making a mess."

Lacy nods. "I'll clean it."

"Yes, you will. But you have other duties first."

Her eyes widen expectedly.

"It's time to show me what I want to see."