Book 2: Tasting My Stepson's cock

Chapter 1 —- Almost Caught

Bianca's POV

I’ve always known how Jaden looks at me.

He thinks he’s being subtle, but a woman always knows. I see the way his eyes linger when I wear my tightest gym sets, the way he suddenly forgets how to breathe when I walk into the kitchen, and the way he tenses up whenever his father, Marcus, grabs my waist or casually spanks my ass in front of him.

And honestly? I’d be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the effect I have on him.

I’m young, I’m in the absolute prime of my life, and my marriage to Marcus has grown cold and routine. Jaden, on the other hand, is practically vibrating with raw, youthful energy. Over the last few months, I’ve dropped quiet, dangerous little hints just to test his limits. I’d lean just a bit too close when helping him with something, letting my chest brush his arm. I’d "accidentally" graze his lap while reaching for a fallen item, or sway my hips to the radio while leaning over the kitchen counter, knowing his eyes were glued to my backside.

I wanted him. It was a wicked, taboo craving, but it was eating me alive.

And now, the universe had practically handed me the perfect opportunity. Marcus had just left for a month-long business trip out of state, leaving Jaden and me completely alone in this big, quiet house. Marcus's parting words to his son had been to "take good care of your stepmother."

Oh, I fully intended to let him.

"Jaden," I called out, my voice dripping with a soft, deliberately sweet tone as I stood at the top of the stairs. "Can you please come cream my back?"

"Coming!" his voice echoed from downstairs, thick with an excitement he couldn't quite mask.

I smiled to myself, retreating into my bedroom. I slipped onto the bed, smoothing down my short, silk nightdress. The thin straps barely held up the weight of my breasts, and the cool air of the room had already made my nipples harden visibly against the sheer fabric. I lay down on my stomach, letting the hem of the dress ride up just enough to expose the curve of my thighs and the thin white lace of my thong.

Within seconds, Jaden appeared at the door, breathing slightly hard.

I turned my head, my eyes glistening with amusement as I took in his flushed face and messy hair. "In a hurry?"

"Just keeping to Dad's instructions," he stammered, clearing his throat and trying to look anywhere but at my exposed legs. "Don't need you complaining to him."

I let out a soft grin, gesturing for him to come closer. "Go ahead. Massage the oil onto my back."

As he approached, the air in the room instantly grew heavy. I felt the bed sink slightly under his weight as he leaned over me. The moment his hands touched my shoulders, a shiver ran down my spine. His hands were warm, large, and strong. I let out a soft groan of satisfaction, deliberately shifting my hips backward.

My rear brushed against the unmistakable, rigid length of his erection through his pants. I felt him instantly freeze, his breath hitching.

I kept completely still, hiding my smirk against the pillow as his hands slid down my back, his touch cautious but trembling with restraint. He stopped just at the edge of my waist, hovering inches from my bare skin.

"I... I'd need to lift the dress up a bit so I can massage your back properly," Jaden muttered, his voice strained. "Is that okay?"

"Go ahead," I giggled softly.

The moment those words left my lips, a sudden, heavy wave of heat flooded my lower stomach, causing a warm, thick pool of liquid to build up instantly between my thighs.

God, the excitement and thrill of having him is absolutely agonizing,* I thought, pressing my face into the pillow to stifle a breathless gasp. *Marcus hadn't had this effect on me for a long, long time. But just thinking about Jaden, just feeling him hover over me like this, has me reacting this way.

I felt the cool air hit my skin as he slowly slid the silk fabric up, exposing my lower back and the swell of my hips. The moment his bare palms made direct contact with my skin, another jolt of electricity shot straight to my core. I could feel his heavy, rapid breathing right above me.

"Go lower," I murmured, arching my back slightly to press myself upward. "You need to get the spot."

I heard him swallow hard. "Uhm..."

"Lower," I whispered, closing my eyes.

He didn't hesitate this time. His hands slid fully onto my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with a sudden, hungry grip. I let out a sharp, quiet gasp as his palms massaged over my skin, moving lower and lower until his fingers slipped beneath the lace of my white thong, sliding directly between my thighs.

A quiet whimper escaped my lips. I was already incredibly wet, and the moment his fingers brushed against my aching center, my body quivered.

"Jaden..." I breathed, but the protest was entirely lost.

He pushed his fingers inside me, his movements suddenly confident, driving deep into my heat while his thumb found my sensitive clitoris. I gasped, my fingers clenching the bedsheets as waves of intense pleasure rippled through me. The friction of his hand, the raw taboo of his touch, and the sheer size of his hard cock pressing against my thigh was overwhelming.

I arched into his hand, begging for more as his thumb made rapid, teasing strokes against my clit. Within moments, my body completely surrendered.

My inner muscles clenched tightly around his fingers as a sudden, breathless climax tore through me, leaving me panting and trembling against the mattress.

I turned over, my eyes clouded with a thick haze of desire. Looking up at Jaden, I saw his face was completely flushed, his gaze locked onto me with absolute hunger.

"You're so good..." I giggled breathlessly, catching my wind.

"Just taking care of you," he mumbled, his cheeks burning as he tried to look away.

I smiled, reaching up to take his hand. I slid off the bed, pulling him with me until we were standing in the middle of the room. My eyes immediately dropped to the massive, undeniable bulge straining against his loose joggers.

I slowly sank to my knees in front of him, my heart hammering with a wicked thrill.

"It's really hard," I whispered, my fingers reaching out to trace the length through his pants. "Let me take care of that."

Before he could speak, I grabbed the waistband of his joggers and pulled them down. My breath caught slightly in my throat as his hardened length sprang free. He was incredibly thick, throbbing with anticipation.

"Fuck... you're so big," I murmured, wrapping my hands around his base.

I leaned in, pressing a soft, wet kiss to the tip, earning a low, ragged groan from deep in his chest. I parted my lips, sliding my mouth over him, my tongue swirling around the edge as I began to suck him. The taste of him, the heat, and the sheer power of his reactions drove me wild. I moved my head up and down, taking him deeper, my tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft before sliding down to kiss and lick his balls.

Jaden’s hands suddenly tangled in my hair, his grip tight and commanding as his instincts took over. He began to shift his hips, thrusting his hard cock rhythmically into my mouth, each deep stroke sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, swallowing him greedily as he moved against my lips, completely lost in the sensation.

I could feel his body beginning to tense, his thrusts becoming faster, more desperate, as he approached the edge of his release.

But right as he gripped my hair tighter, ready to spill himself…

The heavy door clicked open, and a familiar, booming voice echoed up the stairwell.

"Honey, I'm home!”