“Good.”
Jade opens her mouth and put my hand over it. Her scream is muffled. She twists her head and then fucking bites at me. I pull my hand away and she tries to scream again. I let her wrist go and have no choice but to grab her by the back of the neck and pull her in for a kiss.
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.”
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sp; 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�
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“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.
12.
(Jade)
Yeah, the idiot of the year award goes to me. Let’s see… I got drunk, fingered myself, got caught by Jake, and then let him go down on me. Not just let him go down on me, but begged him to do something with me or to me. And if that wasn’t enough, I came so hard that I threw up. And Jake stayed there while I threw up and helped me to bed.
It’s no shock when I wake up he’s not in bed with me.
That’s a good thing. Waking up next to him… next to my stepbrother… it’s just…
But I miss him. Sort of.
I mean, he did pull my hair back for me. He can’t be that much of an asshole, right? Not saying he’s a saint or he’s a decent guy, but he could have just left me there to fend for myself.
I sit up and the room collapses on my head. Not literally, of course. But I feel the hangover hit me hard.
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