Book 2: Tasting My Stepson's Cock

Chapter 2 —- Let Me Feel You

Bianca's POV

“Honey, I'm home,” Marcus's voice boomed from the stairs.

The sound was like a bucket of ice water. Jaden and I tore apart in a blind panic. I scrambled backwards on the bed, frantically smoothing my rumpled silk nightdress and pulling my pajama jacket over my exposed shoulders, while Jaden desperately fumbled with the waistband of his joggers.

Just as we threw ourselves into what we hoped looked like normal postures, the brass doorknob twisted and clicked open.

“Miss me?” Marcus smiled, stepping into the room.

But his grin quickly faltered as his eyes darted between Jaden and me. Despite our frantic scrambling, the air in the room was practically humming with a heavy, suffocating static, and we were both breathing far too fast to be innocent.

“What’s going on in here?” Marcus asked, his brow furrowing as his gaze lingered on Jaden’s flushed face.

“Darling!” I cooed, forcing a bright, radiant smile onto my face as I glided across the room. I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder to hide my trembling lips. “You frightened us! Jaden was just helping me look for one of my missing diamond earrings under the bed. That’s why we’re such a mess.”

“Oh. Alright,” Marcus murmured, the tension in his shoulders relaxing as he pressed a quick, routine kiss to my forehead. “Did you find it?”

I pouted, looking up at him with wide, completely innocent eyes. “Unfortunately, no.”

Behind him, Jaden stood as rigid as a statue, his hands hovering awkwardly in front of his waist. My eyes flicked down for a split second—his joggers were still noticeably tented. I silently prayed Marcus wouldn't look down.

“You're back early,” Jaden managed to mutter, his voice sounding thin.

“Yeah. The trip was cancelled,” Marcus sighed, tossing his heavy leather duffel bag onto the armchair. “The board pushed the meetings back. I won't be leaving for another three weeks.”

The color drained from my face. Three weeks?

A wave of bitter disappointment crashed over me. I had finally gotten my hands on Jaden, finally felt the incredible, raw power of his touch, and now my husband was back to play chaperon? The sheer cruelty of the timing made me want to scream.

“Are you alright, Jaden? You look pale,” Marcus noted, stepping toward his son.

“I'm fine,” Jaden muttered quickly, taking a step back to keep his distance. “I just... need some rest.”

Without waiting for either of us to reply, Jaden practically bolted out of the room, slamming his door shut down the hall.

For the next hour, I was a nervous wreck. I stood in our master bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror while Marcus unpacked. My skin was still tingling from Jaden's fingers. My chest felt tight, and the empty ache between my thighs had only grown deeper, fueled by the agonizing frustration of being interrupted.

When Marcus finally grabbed a towel and stepped into the shower, turning on the radio to let his favorite classic rock tracks blast over the sound of rushing water, a wild, reckless idea took hold of me.

He’ll be in there for at least twenty minutes, I thought, my heart hammering against my ribs. I can’t wait three weeks. I’ll go mad.

Stepping quietly out of the bedroom, I slipped down the hallway. I didn't knock. I simply turned the handle to Jaden’s room and let myself in, closing the door softly behind me.

Jaden was lying on his bed, looking up in shock. He quickly sat up, pulling a pillow over his lap to hide the obvious bulge in his sheets. “Are you doing okay?”

“I wanted to apologize,” I said softly, walking over to the edge of his bed and settling down beside him. I kept my voice low, but my eyes were locked onto his. “I didn't mean to cross boundaries earlier.”

Please don't back down now, I pleaded silently, watching his expression. Tell me you want me as badly as I want you.

Jaden swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing. “It's... fine. I should be the one apologizing.”

“Please... don't tell your father,” I murmured, leaning slightly closer. “I just...”

“No need, Bianca,” Jaden cut in, his shoulders dropping as he gave me a tight, resolved nod. “It was just a mistake. It won't happen again, I promise.”

My heart sank. A mistake? No, I couldn't let him write it off like that.

Reaching out, I took his hand in mine. Before he could pull away, I guided his fingers directly to my chest, pressing his warm hand over my breast. I felt his entire body shudder at the contact.

“What...” he breathed, his eyes dropping to his hand on my chest.

“I can't control myself around you,” I whispered, tilting my chin up. My voice was trembling, but the absolute truth of it burned in my chest. “My body reacts to you in ways I can't explain, Jaden. I've been drowning in thoughts of you.”

Under his palm, my nipple hardened instantly, straining against the thin silk of my gown. Jaden’s fingers twitched, instinctively curling to squeeze my breast, a low groan escaping his throat.

“What about Marcus?” he asked, his voice thick with a sudden, desperate hunger.

“He's in the shower with the music on,” I whispered, reaching down to toss the pillow away from his lap, exposing the massive ridge in his joggers. “Let me feel you before he comes out. I promise I won't make a sound.”

I didn't give him a chance to object. I slid off the edge of the mattress and sank to my knees between his thighs. Grabbing his waistband, I pulled his joggers down, letting out a soft, shaky breath as his thick, throbbing cock sprang free. He was beautiful.

Leaning in, I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.

A ragged groan escaped Jaden's lips as I closed my warmth around him. I used my spit as lubricant, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. The forbidden thrill of hearing Marcus’s shower running down the hall made the sensation twice as intense. I wanted to ruin him. I sucked him hungrily, my hands gripping his thighs as Jaden’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as his breathing turned ragged.

I pulled back just enough to lick his underside, my tongue tracing down to his balls before I stood up, unable to resist the ache in my own body any longer.

I yanked the hem of my silk dress up to my waist and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. Lowering my face, I crashed my lips against his, devouring his mouth as my hand reached down to guide the tip of his hardened cock directly against my slick, swollen pussy.

I moaned directly into his mouth as I began to grind myself against him. The friction of his hard shaft sliding against my highly sensitive clitoris sent waves of pure, blinding ecstasy straight to my core. I moved my hips in slow, heavy circles, soaking his skin with my dampness.

“Lead me in. Let me fuck you,” Jaden groaned against my lips, his hands gripping my hips to guide him inside.

“Just let me feel you,” I whimpered, desperately riding the edge of my own climax.

I kept grinding, pushing my weight down hard against his cock, our chests colliding as my hardened nipples rubbed against his. The heat between us was intoxicating, a desperate race against the clock. Every slide of my hips brought me closer to the edge, my inner walls clenching in anticipation of his release.

I felt Jaden's body go completely rigid beneath me, his hands tightening on my waist as he prepared to spill himself..

Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open, and a sharp, furious voice sliced through the air.

“Jaden!?”