Blake Hart
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My Uncle Chris – Part 5
🕑 Added 2025-03-11 14:30:02 +0000 UTC[Commission Piece]
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The second the door clicked shut behind us, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Chris had barely taken a step inside when I grabbed him by the collar, pushing him back against the wall. He let out a surprised grunt, his hands instinctively coming up to my sides.
Within a second my lips against met his, our first kiss.
It was nothing like the hesitant, almost reluctant touches from this morning. This was hunger, raw need, the release of pent-up desire. Our tongues tangled in a desperate dance, exploring each other with passionate intensity.
Chris groaned into my mouth, and I felt the moment he gave in—the tension in his body melting away, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me in. I pressed my body flush against him, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, feeling how hard he already was.
I broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, my lips still grazing his, “Tonight, you’re mine. All night.”
Chris’s breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling against mine. His fingers curled into my hips, squeezing just enough to make me shiver with delight.
He exhaled sharply, then his lips ghosted over my jawline, voice rough and low. “Then tonight, we’re not uncle and nephew.”
I swallowed, my pulse hammering.
“Tonight, we’re just two men,” he murmured, his hands sliding up my back. “And we’re going to have a night to remember.”
A spark rolled down my spine.
I had waited for this moment for so long. And I was ready to give everything to him.
My lips never left his as my hands went to work, fingers slipping under the fabric of his shirt, pushing it up, needing to feel him—his warmth, his skin, his body against mine without barriers.
Chris groaned softly as I peeled it off him, letting it drop carelessly to the floor. My hands roamed over his chest, his firm, lean muscles tensing under my touch. His skin was so smooth, so warm, and all mine to explore.
I had imagined this moment a thousand times—Chris, bare in front of me, finally mine—but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of it.
I took a step back just to look at him.
He was perfect. His body, the way he watched me with those dark, knowing eyes, the way his breath came shallow, like he wanted this just as much as I did. And he wasn’t resisting. He wasn’t pushing me away, no holding back this time.
"Fuck," I muttered, shaking my head, a slow grin forming on my lips.
Chris arched a brow. "What?"
I let my fingers trail down his abs, feeling the hard ridges under my palm. "I can’t believe this is happening. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this."
Something flickered in his eyes, something unreadable, but then his hands were on me, fingers gripping the hem of my shirt, lifting it up.
"Then let’s make it count," he murmured.
He pulled my shirt over my head, and his eyes roamed over my body like he was seeing me for the first time. His hands followed, warm palms dragging over my chest, down my stomach, every touch sent a flurry of butterflies through me, anticipation curling in my belly, my cock already throbbingly hard inside my jeans.
Chris let out a slow breath, his hands moving lower. "You’re incredible," he muttered, almost to himself.
I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with shaky fingers. It was almost overwhelming—this moment, this man, the fact that I was finally getting him. Not just anyone. Not some random hookup.
Chris.
The man I trusted. The man I respected. The man I had fantasized about for so long. I wasn’t just horny—I wanted him. And I had never wanted anyone the way I wanted him.
And tonight, he was going to be my first. The thought alone gave me goosebumps.
Chris must have noticed, because he leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear. "You okay?"
I swallowed, nodding. "I’m more than okay. I want this. I want you."
Something about saying it out loud made it even more real.
Chris studied me for a second, like he was searching for any hesitation, but when he found none, he gave me a slow, almost dangerous smirk. "Then let’s do this right."
His fingers popped open the button of my jeans, slowly dragging the zipper down.
I sucked in a breath as he pushed them down my hips, along with my boxers, freeing me completely. His eyes flickered lower, and I didn’t miss the way his lips parted slightly.
"Still think I’m huge?" I teased, stepping out of my clothes.
Chris let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "I stand by what I said."
His jeans followed mine, and I saw all of him.
My erection twitched at the sight.
I had gotten a glimpse of him before—at the urinals, in the hotel this morning—but now, he was hard for me.
And fuck, he was gorgeous.
Before I could say anything, Chris grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the bathroom.
"Come on," he murmured. "Shower first."
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He turned on the water, letting it heat up as I pressed against his back, running my hands over his skin, desperate to touch, to feel.
Chris tilted his head slightly, exhaling as I kissed along his shoulder. "You’re eager," he muttered, but there was amusement in his voice.
"You have no idea."
The steam curled around us, the air thick with heat and anticipation.
Chris stepped into the shower first, and I followed, closing the glass door behind us. As the warm water cascaded down his body, I knew one thing for certain.
Tonight, I was his. And he was mine.
Chris stood in front of me, steam curling around his body, droplets sliding down his skin, over his chest, his abs, down to his cock—already thick and hard.
Fuck.
I pressed against him, my hands roaming his slick skin, feeling every ridge, every defined muscle I had fantasized about. He let out a soft exhale as my fingers trailed lower, wrapping around his length, giving him a slow, deliberate stroke.
His hands found my cock next, and the moment he wrapped his fingers around it, my breath hitched. He knew exactly how to touch me.
I groaned, letting my head tip back against the shower wall as his strokes turned firm, teasing the sensitive head with every movement. My hips bucked into his hand involuntarily.
"Yes, Chris…"
He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying how easily he was unraveling me. "I knew you’d be responsive," he mused, his grip tightening just enough to make my knees weak.
I barely had time to process the sensation before he was sinking to his knees.
My breath caught as he looked up at me, water streaming down his face, his hands steady on my thighs. His fingers flexed, like he was taking his time, memorizing the way I felt under his hands.
"You want this?" Chris asked, voice low, rough.
I swallowed hard, my whole body thrumming with heat. "I want you."
That was all he needed.
He leaned in, his tongue flicking over the head of my cock, a wildfire of pleasure spreads through me in an instant. My hands flew to his damp hair, gripping tight as his lips stretched around me, his mouth hot, wet, and perfect.
I moaned, my back hitting the shower wall. "Fuck—Chris—"
He took more of me, his tongue swirling, his pace slow and deliberate. He was teasing me, drawing it out, like he knew exactly how close I was getting.
And I was already so fucking close.
"Chris, I'm—"
He didn’t stop. Didn’t pull away. And that was it.
Pleasure crashed over me, sharp and uncontrollable. My body trembled as I came, hot spurts coating his tongue, his throat. Chris groaned against me, swallowing every drop, his hands gripping my hips as my cock pulsed against his lips.
I barely had time to catch my breath before he pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug grin playing at his lips.
"Looks like I still remember the tricks," he murmured, chuckling as his eyes flicked down. "And seems like you can go again."
I followed his gaze and let out a breathless laugh. I was still rock hard.
"You bet," I shot back, shaking my head. "Now it’s your turn."
Chris raised a brow but didn’t protest as I nudged him back against the glass.
I dropped to my knees, my hands gliding over his wet skin, his firm muscles twitching under my palms. My fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him as I let my tongue trail up his length, teasing the head, tasting the salty mix of water and precum.
Chris moaned under his breath, his fingers threading through my damp hair as I took him into my mouth.
I bobbed my head slowly at first, enjoying the low moans of pleasure he made above me. His hips rolled forward slightly, and I took him deeper, sucking harder, reveling in the way his abs tensed every time I flicked my tongue against the sensitive underside while caressing his low hanging balls.
"Grayson," he rasped, his grip in my hair tightening.
I could tell he was close, could feel it in the way his body trembled, in the quiet, broken groans slipping past his lips.
But just as I felt him start to lose control, I pulled back.
Chris’s eyes snapped open, his chest heaving. "Seriously?" he panted.
I grinned up at him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I want to save it."
He shook his head, laughing breathlessly before yanking me to my feet.
"Come on," he muttered, his voice rough, hungry.
We stepped out of the shower, barely managing to grab towels before our hands were on each other again—gripping, teasing, touching, pulling.
Everything was heat, urgency, need.
Chris barely got the towel around his waist before I was dragging him toward the bed.
His grip tightened around my wrist, and I could feel his breath, hot against my skin.
I knew what was coming next.
And I had never wanted anything more in my life.
