Page 15 of Stepson

“What?” I shake my head, internally scolding myself for daydreaming again.

Maggie smirks. “I said, will you bring this to Gabe? He’s in the spare study on the computer.”

I look down to find a small sandwich on a plate, a blush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. I seriously need to get my mind out of the gutter and fast.

“Sure thing.” I take the plate from her and quickly leave the kitchen.

I’m in such a hurry to bring this sandwich to Gabe I forget where I’m actually going. Seeing Gabe so soon after how he made me feel in the kitchen is dangerous. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him. Watching him come undone beneath me is a repeating fantasy I’ve had all damn morning.

The sound of Gabe cursing makes me giggle. He sounds irritated with whatever he’s doing. Poor guy.

I push the door open to find him sitting at the desk, glaring into the computer screen with a furrowed brow.

“I brought you a sandwich from Maggie.” I hold up the plate as evidence. I don’t want him to think I’m coming in here to be near him, even though that’s nice too.

“Fuck yeah. I’m starved after all the activities I’ve done this morning.” He smirks at me, and I nearly drop his sandwich.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

He shrugs, dropping the smirk from his lips. “Trying to find a job and a place to live. I sure as hell don’t want to live here any longer than I have to.”

It feels like a direct hit, but I know it isn’t directed at me. It isn’t, is it? I slowly nod and set the plate down on the desk.

“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that,” he corrects himself. “It’s just that me and Marcus don’t exactly get along the best.”

I understand where he’s coming from. I don’t need an explanation, but the thought of him leaving, and me being stuck here with Marcus makes my stomach churn. Having Gabe here reminds me of who I used to be, and how much I miss that version of myself. Once he leaves, I’ll go back to being Marcus’s miserable wife who sleeps, eats, and cums alone.

Gabe grabs the sandwich and takes a big bit as he looks up at me with a wink. My cheeks flush as I let out a small chuckle.

“Any luck?” I nod at the computer, praying he hasn’t found anything yet.

He shakes his head. “Not yet.”

“I might be able to help.” I round the desk to peek at the screen, knowing damn well I’m not actually going to help at all.

Leaning back, he smirks and pats his lap. My cheeks flush again, mentally scolding myself for being so damn shy and timid around him. Instead of sitting on his lap, though, I take a seaton the arm of the chair. I’m so distracted by his presence and burning gaze in the side of my head,I can’t focus on what’s on the screen.

And then a wicked idea pops into my head.

Gabe has been taking what he’s wanted all day. Why can’t I do the same? I’ve been dying to taste him again, knowing full well he won’t stop me.

Sliding off of the chair, I drop to my knees and fit beneath the desk. Gabe’s eyes widen with excitement as he leans back and watches me. I grab at his jeans, tearing at the button and zipper as he smirks. He adjusts his hips so I can pull his jeans and briefs down to the middle of his thighs.

His dick flops out, landing heavily on his lower abdomen and my mouth waters. He isn’t fully hard yet, but the length and girth is already impressive. I look up into his hot gaze as I wrap my hand around him. Inhaling a sharp breath, his dick throbs to life as I slowly stroke him.

“Fuck yes. This is really happening, right?” He chuckles.

I give him my seductive smile as I bite my bottom lip and slowly nod. His dick becomes harder and harder the more I stroke him, and I can’t refrain any longer.

Sliding my tongue along his back vein is exactly how I pictured it, but much better. He hisses in a breath and balls his fists, looking as if he’s fighting the urge to grab my hair.

Once I reach the tip, I twirl my tongue on the head and sink down on him. He’s so big my cheeks stretch and my eyes water when he hits the back of my throat. I suck him hard when I come back up for air. It’s like trying to suck cookie dough through a straw. An impossible task, but he seems to enjoy it.

“Fuck, Bentley,” he rasps.

I bob my head up and down, matching my stroking hand as I suck harder and harder. His precum soaks my tongue as I moan against him, feeling his thighs tense up.

The sounds of me sucking his cock as I slobber him up makes me instantly wet. I love tasting him, but my pussy begs for his attention.

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