MY BOYFRIEND'S STEPDAD 3

(MY BOYFRIEND'S STEPDAD) 3

JENNA

The sheets was half hanging off my body. My thighs still trembled from the orgasm, and I swear, I smelled like sex.

The knock came again, this time firmer.

I scrambled to grab a robe. My thighs still sticky with my cum and my chest heaved.

I reached for the door, with the robe wrapped around me. I felt sore and my breathing was still a mess. My hands trembled as I opened the door slightly,and stood in the tiny space I created.

Tyler stood there. Shirtless as always, his hair wet and the same fucking towel that hung low on his hips. My mouth watered as one drop of water trickled down his chest. Fuckk.

He tilted his head, so that his eyes scanned me from top to bottom.

"You good?" He asked. His voice low and quiet, but I felt it everywhere.

"I'm fine." I nodded quickly, not wanting to raise any suspicions.

He raised a brow, then his gaze flicked to my damp skin, then to my flushed face. And the way I gripped the robe like it might fall open.

"You look hot."

My heart fluttered. "Excuse me?"

He leaned just a little closer. Not enough to touch me, but enough that I could smell him. That clean, fresh-out-the-shower scent mixed with something musk and masculine.

I could still smell my arousal on my skin. And I could feel the hardness of my nipples against my robe.

"I meant warm. You look warm. Face all flushed."

"Funny, I thought I heard you call my name."

I swallowed hard. My body instantly still.

Fuck! He didn't hear me. Did he?

"Or maybe I imagined it." He said it with a smirk. That lazy, knowing, dangerous smirk.

Relief washed over me immediately, but anger set in. This man was seriously teasing me. I tried to slam the door, but he caught it, his finger wrapped over the edge.

"Didn't mean to scare you. I was just checking... Hope I didn't interrupt anything?"

I tried to rein in my frustration, "I said I'm fine. I was just... Sleeping."

"Yeah?" He glanced down at my thighs, his voice still laced with a hint of tease. "You don't look fine, Jenna. You usually sleep, breathing like that?"

Fuck. I slammed the door in his face, and slid down against it—angry, embarrassed and dripping wet again.

Hours had passed after I'd showered and changed into a new robe, or maybe it was only a few minutes. I'd lost track of time.

I was damn hungry. My stomach had been grumbling, but I endured it, waiting longer than necessary, so I wouldn't bump into Tyler, again. I have this feeling, I was going to fuck him, if we bump into each other again.

I straightened my robe and made my way to the kitchen.

Talk about Delusion? Because, as I stepped into the kitchen I saw Tyler.

He was shirtless, yet again, in long black pants. The air was a mixture of coffee, sizzling eggs and his cologne. I couldn't help but stare at his back—even from the back, he was mesmerising and exuded that sexual energy that keeps every woman drawn to him. His back muscle flexed as he flipped something in the pan.

"You're just gonna keep staring, huh?"

He caught me. The switch was fast. I rolled my eyes, "Aren't you a little too old to keep parading half naked around the house?"

He chuckled and turned to face me, "Funny. You never seem to look away."

I bit my lips and looked away, "I hate you!"

"Sweetheart, really?" He said, stepping closer.

A wave of adrenaline washed over me, as my heart pounded against my chest.

"Yes," I murmured.

Just as he took another step, the lights went out.

"Fuck, what happened?" Fear swallowed me entirely as everything turned pitch black.

Tyler went silent as well.

"Tyler? Tyler, please say something, you're scaring the shit out of me."

There was no response.

I tried to reach for something to hold on to, so I wouldn't knock into anything. I had no torch light on me, I didn't come down with my cell phone.

"Tyler, please... Fine, I'm sorry. I don't hate you. Can you say something? I'm really scared right now, what happened to the lights?"

I was about to call him out again, when I suddenly felt his arm snake around my waist.

"Looks like we'd be in the dark for a while." He said against my ears, his breath, hot.

I flinched, and tried to snatch my body away from his grip, but it was firm. My heart hammered. His hands on me, were hot. And that touch, sent heat straight to my thighs.

"You always this jumpy, Jenna? Or is it just me?" He whispered, and pressed his body closer against me.

I shuddered. My skin was hot, my body ablaze. This is the closest we've ever been.

"I—I—It's the weather," I stuttered, my breath ragged. "Tyler, y-you can't touch me like this."

I felt him move my hair to the side of my neck. His fingers, grazed the sensitive skin on my neck, heat rippled through me all over and I instantly shut my eyes.

"You sure about that, Jenna?" His erotic voice curled against my neck, like a dirty promise. My knees wobbled, the robe sticking to the sweat between my thighs.

His head settled at the crook of my neck. He grabbed my arms and hugged them against my waist as his hips buckled into my ass.

"You've got delicate hands... Soft."

He let out a breath like he was about to pull away. But his hips didn’t move. Neither did mine.

Fuckk. My fist clenched, and I bit back a moan that made its way to my throat. His body was hard and hot against me, and I swear, I felt his erection against my ass. He was hard, for me?

"Do you touch Bellamy with these same hands and he had the nerve to stay away from you?" He said it low, half to himself, half daring me.

I stilled, then tried to pull my hands away.

His breath fanned against my neck again, "Relax," he said, "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want."

And fuck me, because that's the worst part. I want everything from him. Every damn thing—his body. His lips. His hands. His goddamn Dick.

The lights returned that moment, and I cussed at the sudden loss of his warmth.

As if he hadn't just tried to seduce me, with his dick against my ass, he flashed me a gentle smile.

"You look pale, Jenna. I'll heat you a cup of coffee." He said, and returned to the kitchen counter.

He fucking knew what he was doing. Game on, Tyler. Game on.

It was very late at night, yet I couldn't sleep. I glanced at the clock, it was 2:12 am. Most times, Bell and I, fuck by this time. Although I was always unsatisfied, I missed his dick in me. No. I wanted a dick like Tyler's in me. I want Tyler to fuck me.

My thighs pressed together subconsciously. I was wet. Fuck, I hate him for this. I'm not supposed to crave him like this, but I shamelessly do. I want every inch of him. The kitchen scene wouldn't leave my head—the feel of his cock. Would've been more perfect, if he had slide it inside me and fucked my brains out.

Hell, Bell's probably balls deep into some Maldives bitch right now. His cock deep inside her while he pictured me, and fucked her senseless. Aren't I supposed to feel jealous? Hell, nah. I feel nothing close to that. He probably won't satisfy her either. Or maybe it's just me who wanted more, because our fuck used to be great as hell.

Whether I wanted more or not, he's my boyfriend and he was supposed to satisfy me, but he didn't. He failed. Now, I'm craving his stepdad's cock—deep inside me.

I tossed the sheets off my hips and stepped down from the bed. I'd go check if Tyler was still awake, we could grab a drink, get drunk, then he'd fuck me.

Bad idea. I'd love to be very conscious while we fucked. I'd just grab a drink myself.

I stepped out of my room and made my way down the hall. As I walked past Tyler's room, I noticed his door was slightly opened. I was about to leave, when I heard noises, then a soft groan.

Is he touching himself?

I tiptoed closer and peeped through the open, the lights were dim and perfect for a good fuck.

The groan came again. This time, thicker, clear and guttural.

Jenna? Wait... what? Did I just hear him groan my name?

Did he also Imagined fucking me, when touching himself?

I slowly pushed the door wide, hungry to get a glance of his face and his cock. A loud, sharp sound suddenly echoed in the room. Pausing my lips, I froze mid-motion.

"Jenna?"

My breath caught.

Fuck! No fucking way.

I slowly retreated, my heart pounding. Without a second glance, I sprinted back inside my room, my core pulsing with need as I hit the sheets.

He didn't see me, right?