All Chapters of My stepdad's fantasy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I heard the front door shut behind me exactly at 7:03 a.m and the house was immediately filled with this familiar scent of lemon polish, salt air, and something darker that has always belonged only to him it definitely had to be him I thought to myself even without turning around.I’m twenty-four, and I just came back from a six-hour drive, still had the taste of the airport coffe in my mouth, as I dragged my lugged to the kitchen and stopped to catch my breathe,Julian Reyes stood at the island in nothing but he had on a gray sweatpants that hung loosely on his wastline revealing his perfectly built v-line he poured coffee like he was born to ruin lives,Sunlight peered through the blinds and reflected on his body which mad him look as done gold glitters were poured in him right across the deep V- line of his abs cut hips make, across the trail of dark hair that disappears beneath soft cotton every muscle in his back shifts when he turns, slow and deliberate, as if he heard my heart

I felt the heat everywhere tonight,It presses against the windows, crawls under my skin, makes every breath taste like sex i couldn't sleep, can’t even lie still,My whole body is throbbing from last night, from his tongue, from the way he left me naked on the couch with twelve hours until Mom might see everythingI need to feel the air, I need to feel the cold that comes with itand mostly importantly I need him.I stoke his white dress shirt from the laundry basket again still smells like cedar and him and slowly walked downstairs barefoot with buttons undone all the way, hem brushing the tops of my thighs,I had nothing underneath. The marble floor is cool on my soles, but it does nothing for the ache between my legs.Outside, the pool is glowing turquoise under the moon and underwater lights I let the shirt on drop on a lounger and dive in naked the shock of cold water steals my breath, makes my nipples tighten instantly i float on my back, legs open, letting the water lick every pl

There was a heavy downpour at exactly 9:00pm One crack of thunder so loud the whole house jumps Lights flicker not once, twice, then everything dies it was pitch black rain hammers the roof like it wants in to watchMom screams from the kitchen about candles and wine julian’s voice could be heard calm as ever “I’ll check the breaker in the garage, amor. Stay dry.”he told mumI’m already moving, barefoot, heart slamming against my ribs like it’s trying to escape and run to him.I meet him in the dark hallway between the laundry room and garage door lightning flashes and for a split second I could see him his shirt hung tightly to his chest from the rain, black sweats soaked and clinging to every ridge,his eyes wild he didn't say any wordHis hand clamps around my wrist and he drags me into the laundry room, kicks the door shut so hard the frame rattles the lock clicks like a gunshot.The darkness is absolute until lightning strikes again his mouth crashes into mine before the thunder

The burner buzzes again and it’ felt like a knife been pierced into my gut, the preview clip starts playing all on its own, no volume but I don’t need volume because I remember every single sound I made in that pool house, the way I was riding him slow and filthy, water dripping off our skin from the latenight swim we weren’t supposed to take together, blue lights from the pool making everything look underwater and unreal, his hands digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks that I will have to hide with high waisted jeans for days. The thumbnail is me mid grind, head thrown back, mouth open, chain swinging wild between my tits. Forty-three minutes left on the clock now. The new text pops up clear as day: $75k in the next forty-three or this full clip auto sends to Mom’s phone while she’s dead asleep with her noise machine whirring like nothing’s wrong.Julian is already off the chair, yanking his sweats up, grabbing both burners and his laptop like we’re in some kind of war zone