BAD LUST: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 1) by Aurora Hayes, Ana W. Fawkes

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. ”

 
      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