HE’S MINE TO CLAIM: STRANDED WITH MY BESTFRIEND’S UNCLE

MAYA

My body became all itchy as we sat inside, most especially when the door closed. I looked at Donovan with a deeper urge. My lips continued to move in reflex as I felt like blushing or even saying a word of admiration.

He stopped at the foot of the bed, raised his hands up and next he was pulling his T-shirt.

Jesss–

I didn't know whether to stop him or to say something. I stood still, my eyes blinking as his flawless, perfectly carved back came to view. Then he turned over wanting to say something only to meet with my shocked gaze.

“What's it?”

But my eyes were on his rocky abs, they scanned over his perfect chocolate abs, I pulled in a deep breath, raising my eyes to him.

“Isn't this called a big temptation?” I didn't realize even when I said this, until after saying it.

“What do you mean?”

I wonder even upon doing all these, he's still keeping a serious, innocent face, the more he was trying to seduce me. I wanted to push him over to the bed, remove my clothes and fuck him so hard.

Then I remembered I didn't give an answer to his question. “Looking at you this way makes me want to–”

“Urgh–” I stood straight.

“What did I just say?”

He grinned briefly. “Even if I see you naked, I wouldn't take advantage of it.”

“What does he mean?” I wondered to myself as he left to put the T-shirt on the hanger. “Is he playing hard to get?” I was wondering right inside of me, I hadn't left the spot I stood still such that when he turned, he had to ask.

“Wouldn't you change up and refresh, there's the changing room over there?” He pointed to the adjacent door. This only got me crazy and I wanted to pull down all of my clothes before him.

But then he needed to unzip me.

“Can you come over and pull this zip down for me?” I asked in a meek tone.

“Okay,” he muttered.

“Thanks.”

My mind was carefully calculating what I would do the moment he zipped me down. “You can go over there and pull it off, take the casual wear with you from there.” He pointed to the part of the wardrobe with my dresses, he must have planned ahead of this or had a woman here before now.

Why will a woman's clothes be in his room? Was it Alicia? Does she already know how wealthy he is and who he really is?

“Are we moving out anytime soon?” I asked him.

“What do you mean?” He narrowed his eyes with his voice.

“I mean if we will leave this room soon, perhaps for dining or to go sight-seeing?”

“Dinner is three hours later.”

“Ohhh!” I pretended not to know. “Then I'll be resting on the bed, no need to put on anything. It's already too hot.”

Saying this, I let the gown with my bra which I unhooked personally to fall, pulling my panties alongside. They all dropped to the ground and I turned around letting him see me naked but I wasn't going to let it seem as though I wanted him to touch me.

“Since you wouldn't do anything even seeing me naked, then I'm safe.” I was feeling a rock-hard riot of hormones and sensations rocking through me as Donovan gazed on me, from my head, his eyes settling on my boobs, running down to my–

I stepped off the dresses on the floor, turning around as I felt him take three steps backward to avoid colliding with me. I bent, spreading my legs at the same time while picking up the dresses.

I could feel it. I was super wet.

When I turned around again, he was sending out forced breaths, his bulge was standing against his trousers.

I smiled, walking past him to go hang the clothes.

“Didn't he say that even if I get naked, he won't do anything to me? When he's already feeling it?”

I wondered why he was saying this first of all. I will ask.

After hanging the clothes inside of the wardrobe, I returned to him grabbing his wrist. “Let's lie on the bed for a while and have some talk.”

His eyes narrowed.

“We should–”

“I have a lot to talk about with you.” My eyes pressed on him, really insisting. He sighed, then moved in with me laying on my side but his eyes couldn't leave my body. I sensed it.

“Sir Donovan, didn't you say you can concentrate even if I'm naked?” Even before I finished, he was turning his face away, then I spread my legs so wide, bringing them in and away in a swaying style. His eyes returned, landing on my G-spot.

“But this isn't right, I'm your bestfriend's uncle and assume I was your college professor. We can't make out. I'm your sister’s–”

“Ex-husband.” I snapped. “Didn't you say you guys are divorced and she's just taking care of your daughter since you aren't chanced?”

He remained speechless.

“Well, it's fine if you don't want to–”

“I'm gay, I've never fallen for a girl, wonder why I didn't give my first wife attention.”

My lips sprang open as I rolled backward, my eyes not even blinking a bit.

What did he just say?

It was as though my whole world came crumbling down. So I was fighting for someone I couldn't have, no wonder he wasn't giving me any green light right from Cheryl's house.

“But he gave you a greenlight at the party?” I thought to myself.

“Perhaps he was just protecting me from strangers.” I replied to myself.

“I just wonder how you manage to make me–” My heart stopped hearing him drive towards this, it was beating so hard to hear what he was going to say next.

“How you managed to seduce me.”

“Ahhh.” A light gasp escaped my mouth. He turned around to his life, looking into my face with a relaxed feature.

“I asked you to pretend to be my girlfriend because my aunt and uncle said they will drop here for a brief dinner before going over to their vacation home. They are my parents’ closest buddies and have been pressuring me to marry a woman if I want to take over from them. I mean my parents.”

“Who are they?” I shot the question right away. It was my perfect chance to do so.

He went silent, staring deeply at me, then sighed.

“I can't reveal it yet, you will get to know it yourself.”

“When? After Christmas, you're leaving and I'm leaving too, how will we know more about each other except now?”

“You think so?”

“What?”

“You think I'm leaving?”

I flinched my face away to hide my blush as he said this. So he is seriously falling for me and doesn't want to leave?

“I want to use you and correct the impression that I've changed my sexuality.” He broke the silence. I turned to him swiftly.

“Do they hate gays?” I asked, already feeling his plight but I wouldn't want to remain who he was since I was dying to have him.

“They don't, they accept everyone but for my position, I just needed to sacrifice who I am for who they want me to be.”

My thoughts went far as to think that he has a secret identity. It touched me deeply, I was then wallowing in between anxiety and excitement. I couldn't tell if I should be really excited for landing with someone like him or get to ask more questions to get to know him better.

Then my original thoughts returned. The urge. I couldn't take it any longer. Grabbing his hand, I brought it to my chest, taking his other, I brought it to my groin.

“Look, I'm super wet for you.” I moaned. I jumped on Donovan’s body, feeling his hands tighten in on me the more. His left hand on my boobs, beginning to smooch it while his right was on my groin, circling lines around my clit.

I shut my eyes slightly, my lips slightly parted. I imagined his beauty, his charm, then his secret identity, some lofty prince charming thoughts crowning these with him touching me now.

It was a heavenly bliss.

My breaths were now ragged. I could feel his breath quickening as well, particularly feeling his cock underneath his trousers.

“Uhmm–”

I moaned.

“You haven't seen anything yet and you're moaning.”

“Uhhh?” He leaned to my neck, kissing it so deep and biting it, giving me a hickey. I jerked up, feeling the rumbling of this sexy urge overtaking me. I haven't felt this before, I was a virgin. I only wondered the bliss I would be feeling when he finally set into me.

Oh no!

And the pain.

It's gonna be my first time and I'm giving it to him? A stranger, my best friend's uncle and sister's ex-husband.

Am I really ready for this?