BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) (9 page)

She screams into my mouth a split
second before our tongues touch.

I have to stop this from happening.

There
’
s
no way in hell
…

10.

(Jade)

What the fuck
am I
doing?

I know exactly what I
’
m doing. Sort of. My brain is
screaming for more while my head is spinning. The small bottle of vodka is
definitely doing the trick here. It
’
s
got me not thinking about my father, Rebecca, and this fucked up thing my
father insists is a family. It also has me letting my guard down for Jake
…
and with Jake.

The asshole is kissing me right now
and I
’
m loving every second
of it. The flicker of his tongue against mine. The way he
’
s breathing like he wants more.
The notion that the damn bedroom is shut, not locked, and we could easily get
caught without any kind of warning.

But I want it. I need it.

Hell, I was just on my bed,
touching myself. That
’
s
something I never do. Ever. But since Jake and I slept together, it
’
s all I can think about.
Wondering if it really was that good. There
’
s
only way to find out.

Jake breaks the kiss and grits his
teeth. Both his hands touch my face. He
’
s
on knees before me. I
’
m
blinking fast, trying to keep the room spinning even more than it already is.

“
Jade
…”

“
Since
when do you give a shit?
”
I
ask.
“
You
’
re a fucking asshole, Jake.
”

“
Wow,
thanks for being so honest.
”

“
Like
you don
’
t know that?
”

He frowns a little and then nods.
He looks to the door and grits his teeth again.

I can
’
t
imagine what would happen if we were caught. What his mother and my father
would do. Talk about ruining a special moment for them, huh? But it
’
s like they care about us. I
mean, Rebecca seems cool and I kind of think of her as a celebrity, but Jake
hates her.

“
Fuck
this,
”
Jake says.
“
You want it, sweetie? You
’
re going to fucking earn it. But
right now, I
’
m hungry for a
little snack.
”

“
A
…”

His hands slid down to my chest.
Over my shirt, squeezing my breasts. It
’
s
like he
’
s squeezing the
wetness down between my legs. I
’
m
a gushy mess and the scent is starting to become noticeable. I
’
ve just never been talked to or
touched like this. I
’
ve
never needed it like this either. The uncontrollable urge that won
’
t stop or even slow down for a
second.

When his fingers flirt with the
bottom of my shirt I put my hands to the bed and brace myself. But my shirt
doesn
’
t go up though.
Instead, Jake grabs my waist and pulls me toward him. I know exactly now what
he wants to taste.

Me. My body. My
…
pussy
…

I open my legs and look down at
him. I
’
m taken right back
to the night we had sex. To the way he commanded me around. Questioning my
virginity yet acting like he really enjoyed it.

His hands are aggressive and he
grabs the side of my panties. He looks at me with a snarl look on his face. We
don
’
t speak a word and Jake
literally tears my panties off. He rips the side of them and then tears them
off my body. All I can do is groan. My body tingles with anticipation for what
’
s next. I
’
m helpless and hopeless to him and for him. For a
few seconds I feel like I
’
m
just watching something happen to someone else.

But then I feel Jake
’
s hands on my inner thighs. He
squeezes and looks at me. He
’
s
shaking his head. The hesitation in his actions are a lie compared to the look
in his eyes. He wants it. He
’
s
wants it because it
’
s me.
And because it
’
s so wrong.
But so right. And good.

The second Jake licks me, I cry
out. My entire body tenses and jumps. From just one flick of that damn tongue.
He does it again, licking bottom to top, the tip of his tongue slicing like
someone eating a delicious ice cream cone on a hot day. He then reverses his
tongue, back down. I feel him move beyond me for a second and I clench up.

What the fuck is he thinking?

But he
’
s just teasing me. He
’
s
fucking with me
…
my
emotions and then fucking me with his tongue. The next time he tastes me, he goes
right in for it. His lips over my pussy, suckling my soft and sensitive skin. I
thrust at him, trying to hold my mouth shut. I know I
’
m drunk and I know this is all crazy, but I also
know that a loud enough of a cry will attract attention to this.

I
’
m
not sure I really care if we get caught
…
I just don
’
t want it to
stop. At all. 

Jake
’
s
tongue is wild and perfect. His teeth graze my tender clit and I take handfuls
of bed sheets. My mind fears he
’
s
going to hurt me, but my body wants more. I want to be tested. I want to be put
to that threshold, taken to that ledge, and left there to see what happens.

“
Fuck,
sweetie,
”
Jake says, his
breath flooding my sex.
“
You
taste as good as I remember. So sweet. So wet. And fucking
…
tight
…”

Before I can speak his tongue
presses to my throbbing hole. He slips inside me, making circles. He then pulls
back out and worked right back up to my clit. Jake the asshole is a master at
this.

His hands slid around my legs to my
thighs. He
’
s licking me
faster and harder now, working in on making me come. The pleasantries are
definitely over. Now it
’
s
just straight up pleasure. And his hands are busy, creeping along my legs to my
ass. Before I know it, he
’
s
pulling me off the bed. My toes are touching the floor. I
’
m on my back, staring at the
spinning ceiling. My mind can
’
t
figure out if it
’
s the
vodka or Jake
’
s tongue that
’
s making the room spin.

His hands knead at my ass,
fingertips exploring somewhere forbidden. I feel his middle fingers come
together at me, pulling, stretching, playfully touching and teasing me. All the
while his mouth and tongue are focused on my pussy, suckling me to that
dangerous edge of climax.

I
’
m
breathless, and what I find breath, it
’
s
enough to moan. I whimper as I bite my lip. When I try to say his name it
’
s simply
“
Jjjj
…”
and nothing else.

His fingers are killing me with
pressure, his tongue perfection with pleasure. And I
’
m in the middle of all this. I
’
m Jake
’
s pawn. I
’
m
Jake
’
s
whatever the fuck
he wants right now
.

I feel the fire raging from deep inside
me. I manage to look down at him, his hair messy, his mouth working so hard. He
opens his mouth in that moment and I watch as though it
’
s slow motion, the sight of his tongue cutting
between the gentle folds of my pussy, curling right at the nub of my clit.

And that
’
s all I can take.

I press my toes to the floor and
lift myself a little. The orgasm attacks me like a jolt of lightening. I try to
rock and thrust my body but I am of no use. Jake
’
s
hands and fingers hold my ass (still touching me somewhere very naughty) and
his mouth is over my sex, taking all I have to offer.

It
’
s
the hottest thing that
’
s
ever happened to me
…
well,
aside from the night Jake actually fucked me.

I tell myself to grab at Jake
’
s hair. Pull it. Twist my
fingers around it.

But I
’
m
paralyzed to his touch.

I come hard, my stomach crunching
and feeling tight like I had done some kind of crazy abs workout. When I can
’
t take anymore, I hurry and pull
back, sliding myself against my covers. I sit up and feel a rush between my
legs that makes my toes curl. Jake is on his knees before me, smiling with
glossy lips. He
’
s still
tasting me as I
’
m still
coming. It
’
s all so much to
take in at once.

Say something sexy
…
do something hot
…
don't let him win this
…

I open my mouth. I
’
m desperate for the right words.
Maybe to convince him to stand up and let me taste him. Maybe to grab him and
tell him to thrust into me.

But I can
’
t speak.

The room is spinning way too fast.

Oh
…
fuck
…

I open my mouth.

Don
’
t. Don
’
t. Don
’
t.

I need something sexy to say.

But only one thing comes out.

“
I
have to throw up.
”

 
11.

(Jake)

It
’
s not the
first time a chick needed to
puke after I fucked them. Tongue, fingers, cock, whatever, it happens.

Jade leans forward and looks ready
to fall on top of me.

Fuck, I want to pull her on top of
me. I want to hold that tight and sweet body against mine. I want to pull my
cock out of my jeans and attack her with it. Fuck her in every hole I can
possibly find.

I lick my lips and taste her pussy.
I
’
ll never get that taste
out of my memory.

I look around the room, not for a
bucket, but for the next logical thing.

Some fucking pants.

I grab a pair of PJ bottoms and
hold them out for Jade.

The soft and warm feel of the PJ
’
s makes me think of sex. Just
the idea that she wears these things to bed. And the bed is where I want to
fuck her.

I have to close my eyes.

She puts her hands to my shoulders
and stumbles to get her pants on.

“
I
have to puke,
”
she repeats.

“
I
know, sweetie,
”
I say. I
help her stand and she covers her mouth.
“
But
I can
’
t have your old man
or my mother find you with your ass in the air, pussy showing, while you
’
re puking.
”

Her cheeks turn red before turning
white.

The vodka is winning.

Fuck, my tongue is winning.

I swallow as I get her to her own
bathroom. I taste her sweetness again.

The bathroom stinks of her. From
the shampoo and conditioner to lotion to perfume. It screams everything Jade
smells of. And my cock is still pressing against my jeans, a prisoner captive,
ready to make an escape.

Jade starts to fall and I catch
her. Of course my hand grabs her ass. My other hand slides around to her front,
touching her belly. My pinky and ring fingers are touching bare skin.

I
’
m
killing myself right now with this shit.

I need to drop and run.

Walk the fuck away.

She
’
ll
be fine.

She
’
s
drunk and needs to puke. She
’
ll
probably cry, hate herself, and sleep right on the floor. Then I can ride her
ass about it tomorrow.

Ride her ass.

Fuck, now bad do I want her ass
…

Jade goes to her knees. I
’
m bending over and she sticks
her ass against my jeans. She groans and I assume it
’
s from her stomach ready to unleash hell. Or maybe
she felt the thickness of my cock.

Sorry, but I
’
m not losing good wood over a little puke. For all
I care she could throw up and then wipe her mouth and drop her PJ
’
s. I can get right back to work.
It takes a lot more than that to make my cock slow down.

I lift the toilet seat and Jade has
her head right there, ready to go. The position I
’
m
in behind her leaves my mind and body racing. I reach forward and grab her
hair, pulling it all back behind her head.

“
Thank
…”

She doesn
’
t get the
you
out before she starts to throw
up.

And holy fucking hell, she sounds
like a dying animal when she pukes. The crying and groaning make me think she
’
s in pain.

But after she stops, she turns her
head and whispers,
“
I hate
puking. I
’
m afraid I
’
ll choke
…”

You weren
’
t afraid of choking the
other night
…

I shake the thought away.

I touch the side of her cheek and
whisper,
“
It
’
s okay. I
’
m right here.
”

Jade groans and then throws up
again.

The noises are horrific and this
time, when she stops, we
’
re
not alone.

“
Jade?
”
a voice asks.

I look back and there
’
s businessman Thomas. Oh, look,
and there
’
s my goddamn
mother. In another change of clothes now. A long red dress looking thing. As
though she
’
s going to take
the stage and actually give a shit about something again in life.

“
Is
she okay?
”
my mother asks.

“
She
’
s cleaning the damn toilet,
”
I say.
“
What does it look like?
”

“
Is
she drunk?
”
Thomas growls.

“
No,
”
I spit back.
“
Her stomach hurts. What the hell
did you have those people cook for dinner?
”

My mother touches her stomach. I
can see her mind searching, wondering if she ate what Jade ate.

There
’
s
nothing wrong with the food. Hell, it was top notch, worth every damn penny
Thomas paid for. This is the vodka and the orgasm making Jade go crazy.

“
Do
you mind?
”
I ask.

Jade has her head turned. She
’
s blinking slowly.
“
I
’
m
okay
…”

“
Oh,
Jade,
”
her father says.

He steps forward and I put a hand
out.
“
Do you want to get
sick, too?
”

Thomas freezes.

“
He
’
s just trying to help his
daughter,
”
my mother says.

“
And
I
’
m helping you two. The
conference in New York?
”

I act like I give a shit. And
Thomas looks like he
’
s
buying it.

“
He
’
s right,
”
Thomas says to my mother.
“
We have to be there. At the very least, I have to
be there. But I need you there, Rebecca. To show face. Us. Together.
”

“
I
’
ve got this,
”
I say.
“
I
’
ll
make sure she gets to bed. With a bucket and all that doctor shit. I promise.
”

“
Thank
you, Jake,
”
my mother says.

“
I
have a feeling about you, son,
”
Thomas says.
“
It
’
s not all sticks and stones, is
it?
”

Jade throws up so I don
’
t have to answer that dumb
question.

Sticks and stones?

I
’
d
fucking knock Thomas out with sticks and stones. Or maybe just my bare fists.

“
Feel
better, honey,
”
Thomas
says.

The word
honey
is as
processed as a TV dinner.

“
Rest
up and drink lots of fluids,
”
my mother adds.

“
Good
thinking,
”
Thomas says.

Yes. Mother of the fucking year.

They leave the bathroom and I
crouch down and face Jade. Her breath is
…
whoa
…

“
Sweetie,
are you done?
”
I ask.

“
Yeah.
I
’
m
…
empty.
”

“
Okay.
I
’
ll bring the trash can,
just in case.
”

“
No.
Jake. I
’
m empty. Me. My
…
soul or something
…”

Oh, Christ. Serious drunk talk.

“
Come
on,
”
I say.
“
I
’
ve
got to get you to bed.
”

I help Jade stand, but she
’
s done. I quickly lift her up
and carry her. She throws her damn hands over my shoulders and I walk her into
her bedroom like we
’
re some
newlywed couple or something.

I hate this shit.

This is why I fuck
‘
em and leave
‘
em. I don
’
t have the energy or the care for this.

I gently place Jade on the bed. I
get a trashcan and a washcloth and leave it on the side of the bed. I turn off
the lights and stand there, listening to her breathe. I know she
’
s fine. Just drunk.

My lips and mouth still linger with
her taste. I
’
m hooked on it
and want more. So much fucking more.

I turn to leave and Jade groans my
name.

“
What
’
s wrong?
”
I ask.

“
Don
’
t leave. Stay. Just stay, Jake.
”

“
I
can
’
t
…”

“
They
’
re leaving. They
’
re gone. Just lay with me. Until
I fall asleep. I don
’
t want
to be sick and alone.
”

Something tells me this is a little
preview of Jade
’
s life.
Always caring for herself even though people were paid to care for her. Another
proof that money isn
’
t
everything. Then again, money could get me the fuck out of here. And quick.

“
I
’
ll stay,
”
I say through gritted teeth.

Why do I care so much?

I climb on the bed and put a hand
to Jade
’
s shoulder. She
quickly moves back until our bodies are touching. I do nothing to hide the fact
that I
’
m still fucking
hard. I don
’
t care anymore.

She makes me hard. I ate that
tender slit of hers until she spilled all over my mouth and the taste is
leaving me wanting more. Those folds between her legs are perfect to tease and
suck on, endless with wetness.

I try to keep calm.

“
Jake
…
you
’
re an asshole,
”
Jade whispers.

“
Get
used to it. We
’
re step
siblings now.
”

“
Don
’
t say that. We
’
re
…
not
…”

“
Just
go to fucking sleep.
”

Jade doesn
’
t speak again.

Thank fucking God for that.

I don
’
t
sleep.

I can
’
t
run that risk.

Her old man and my mother will be
gone by morning. That doesn
’
t
bother me. What bothers me is that if I wake up and find myself next to her.
Morning breath, fresh eyes, and a raging hard on. With the entire house to
ourselves.

The temptation is way too much
there.

I slowly sit up and then sit on the
edge of the bed. I run both hands through my hair. I look back at the figure of
her body.

She
’
s
goddamn beautiful. Okay? I
’
ll
admit it. She is beautiful. Inside and out. The littlest features like that one
random piece of a hair that always escapes from behind her ear and tickles her
face. All the way to the feel of her ass against the touch of my fingers. From
sweet to dirty, she
’
s got
it all. And she has no idea she has it.

But I can
’
t do it anymore. It
’
s
not right. It
’
s not fair.
This chick is crushed and will keep getting crushed for a long time.

I don
’
t
want to be part of it.

I just want to show face, fucking
smile, and plan my exit from all this.

And no matter what
…
I cannot let anything happen
between Jade and me again. I have to chase her away, for once and for all.
If
I can resist my urges.