My Uncle Chris – Part 6

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Everyone in this story is 18+

I gently pushed Chris down onto the bed, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. Climbing on top of him, I straddled his waist, our erections pressing together, the tension between us burning hot. I rubbed our dicks together, the slickness from the shower mixing with the precum coursing from both of us, making every movement hotter, smoother, more desperate.

"Oh, God! That feels so good," Chris gasped, his voice thick with want.

I grinned down at him, the heat in his eyes sending a deep tremor down my spine. His body was sprawled beneath me, muscles taut and flexing with anticipation, his cock rock-hard and leaking against his abs. I licked my lips and slid down his body, dragging my tongue across his chest, tasting the salt of his skin, following the path down his stomach, his abs twitching beneath my lips.

When I reached his cock, I didn’t hesitate. My fingers curled around the base, feeling the pulsing heat of his shaft, thick and heavy in my grip. I spit, letting it drip from my lips onto the swollen head before swirling my tongue around it, smearing the slickness along his cock head. Chris let out a deep groan, his hips twitching, but I pinned him down with a firm hand on his thigh.

"Oh, fuck, Grayson," he gritted out, fingers tightening in the sheets.

I worked my tongue along his length, sucking him in, inch by inch, until his cock pressed against the back of my throat. My lips stretched around him, spit coating his shaft, dribbling down onto his balls. I let my hand drop lower, cupping his nuts, massaging them with slow, teasing strokes, feeling how tight they were, how full.

Chris’s breath was ragged, his abs clenching each time I flicked my tongue along his slit, tasting the precum that dripped out there. I pulled off for a second, a thick string of spit connecting my lips to his tip. "Gotta spit on that thang," I murmured, grinning up at him. Chris blinked down at me, confused for a second, then shook his head with a breathless chuckle. "The fuck does that even mean?"

I chuckled but instead of answering, I spit again, making sure he was sloppy and slick before I dove back down, taking him as far as I could, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked hard. Chris cooed, his hand flying to my hair, gripping tight as his hips bucked into my mouth. His balls tightened in my palm, and I knew he was close.

"Grayson—fuck—I’m gonna—"

I pulled off with a wet pop, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, leaving him throbbing and frustrated. "Not yet. I want it inside me."

Chris’s eyes darkened with hunger, his chest rising and falling as he reached for me, dragging me up his body. Our mouths crashed together in a heated kiss, tongues tangling, the taste of him still lingering on my lips.

As I pulled back, I reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube I had stashed earlier. Chris arched a brow, smirking as he trailed his fingers up my thigh. "Did you plan on getting lucky, or...?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

I just smirked, flicking open the cap and drizzling the slick liquid onto my fingers. "Let's just say I had high hopes," I murmured, warming the lube between my hands before reaching back to prepare myself.

I straddled his waist, reaching back to position his cock against me, but before I could, Chris grabbed the bottle of lube from my hand with a smirk.

"Gotta do this right," he murmured, flicking the cap open. He poured a generous amount onto his palm, rubbing it between his hands to warm it before wrapping his fingers around his cock. He worked the slick liquid along his length, slow and deliberate, massaging it in with firm strokes. His breath hitched as he squeezed at the base, sliding his hand up to the tip before rolling his wrist, making sure every inch was coated.

Once he was satisfied, he met my gaze, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable I kissed him one more time before preparing.

"Like this. I don’t want to hurt you," Chris said, his hands steady on me as he guided me above him, his touch both gentle and sure

I bit my lip and positioned myself, the blunt head teasing against my hole. I took my time, dragging my fingers down his chest, savoring the way his muscles tensed under my touch. My lips followed, pressing soft, teasing kisses down his chest before I guided him against me, the blunt head nudging at my entrance.

“You feel amazing,“ Chris exclaimed as his head rolled back.

With a slow inhale, I began to sink down, feeling the stretch, the delicious burn as he filled me inch by inch. My breath hitched, my hands bracing against his chest as I adjusted, letting the fullness consume me, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

"Yes, Chris," I moaned, rocking my hips, feeling him so deep, so thick inside me. "You feel so fucking good."

I started gyrating and becoming more accustomed to him as I slowly started moving up and down his length.

Chris groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me as I rode him, grinding down, rolling my body with every movement. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, wet and naughty.

My own cock continued slapping against his abs, smearing precum across his skin, my body trembling as I took him all the way in.

I leaned back slightly, stroking myself in time with the movements, my cock slick with precum, leaving streaks along his abs as I bounced on his lap. Chris watched me, eyes blown wide with lust, his grip tightening, fingers digging into my flesh.

Then suddenly, he took control.

With a swift movement, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him, his body caging mine. His lips crashed against mine in a messy, desperate kiss as he hooked my legs over his shoulders, pressing me deeper into the mattress.

"Do you love this as much as I do?" he looked into my eyes.

"Yes, I love this." I responded.

And then he pressed forward, his cock pushing into me with a slow, deliberate intensity, making me gasp as he filled me completely. His lips found mine, soft yet urgent, swallowing my moans as he began to move, his strokes deep and unhurried, savoring every moment.

His hands roamed my body, one sliding up to cup my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek as he looked into my eyes. "You feel incredible," he murmured against my lips before kissing me again, deeper this time, his tongue tangling with mine.

Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through me, his body moving against mine in perfect sync, our breaths mingling, our hands exploring, holding, needing. The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room, wet and rhythmic, but it was the way he kissed me—like he never wanted this moment to end—that had me unraveling beneath him.

Chris gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched as he pounded into me, his pace relentless, his cock driving me closer and closer to the edge. My own dick was trapped between us, rubbing against his abs with every thrust, the friction unbearable.

"Chris—I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—"

"Do it," he groaned, gripping my hips, fucking me harder, deeper. "Cum for me, Grayson."

I let go, pleasure crashing over me in waves. My cock pulsed between us, ropes of cum splattering across my stomach, my chest, some even landing on my chin. My whole body trembled, the orgasm ripping through me with a force I’d never felt before.

Chris let out a deep groan as my body clenched around him, pushing him over the edge. His hips stuttered, his cock throbbing inside me as he came, filling me up, his warmth spreading deep. He collapsed on top of me, his breath ragged against my neck, his body slick with sweat and cum.

"You okay?"

I let out a breathless laugh, pulling him down into another kiss. "Never been better."

Chris chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. "Told you tonight would be unforgettable."

Without hesitation, I pulled Chris into a passionate kiss, our tongues tangling, tasting the saltiness of my cum mixed with our shared pleasure. The kiss was intense and raw, a mix of our lingering ecstasy and the deep connection between us. Chris's hand cupped my cheek, his touch both possessive and tender, as we savored the moment, lost in each other.

When we finally broke apart, our foreheads rested together, breaths mingling. Chris's eyes held a soft warmth that made my heart flutter.

Chris shifted beside me, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at me, brushing a strand of damp hair from my forehead.

“You really okay?” he asked softly, his tone gentler than I’d ever heard it. “After everything?”

I nodded, reaching up to trace my fingers along his jaw. “More than okay. I needed it… wanted it. For a long time.”

He smiled, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “You were incredible. I mean that.”

I felt warmth rise in my chest—not just from what we’d done, but from the way he looked at me now. “It felt… even better than I imagined.”

Chris chuckled, pressing a slow kiss to my temple. “You imagined it, huh?”

“Yeah. And I always hoped you felt it too… something real between us.”

His expression softened, his hand resting low on my stomach. “I did. I do.”

I let out a soft laugh, our legs still tangled together under the sheets. “It didn’t feel wrong.”

He nodded slowly. “No. It felt like exactly what we needed.”

We lay there in the quiet, our bodies warm and relaxed. I glanced over at him, my voice dipping playfully. “So… next time, maybe I get to be on top?”

Chris smirked, the spark in his eyes unmistakable. “Is that a promise?”

“Guess you’ll have to find out,” I said, nuzzling into his side.

Suddenly, his gaze deepened even more, locking onto mine. “Chris, I think…” he started, then hesitated, the weight of his unspoken words thick in the air between us.

The truth was, I loved him. I wasn’t sure when it had happened—maybe slowly, maybe all at once—but it was real.

Instead of pushing for more or putting it into clumsy words, I just nodded and whispered, “Me too,” and kissed him again. It didn’t need to be more than that. Not yet. Just this moment—us together—was enough.