Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 115

McKenzie

I wasn’t so sure my grandparents were going to be happy to meet me. From what Will said, it didn’t seem like they’d been too sad to lose my parents, and as far as I knew, they hadn’t tried to contact us in all these years. That was about thirty years for my parents and all nineteen years of my life.

We stopped at another motel at nightfall, this one even seedier than the last one, and Hoot got us rooms that were right next to each other.

Will made a face when he took our key. “It’s sticky.”

“Don’t ask too many questions. Reckon y’all don’t want to know,” Hoot advised us.

Will gingerly opened our door. Or at least tried to. Aside from nearly having to break the key to unlock it, he had to put his shoulder to the warped wood for it to pop open.

Inside, aside from cigarette burns… everywhere… it appeared to be mostly clean. I was afraid to check the bathroom.

Will did it on our behalf after shoving the door closed and locking it behind us. “I don’t want you running into anything gross.”

“I’ll let you hero your way through this one, thanks,” I said.

He went into the bathroom, and I heard some rustling for a moment, then he came back out with a stiff face. “It’s clean. Don’t spend too much time poking through the trash, though.”

“Why?” I asked.

“You know those things we don’t need?” he replied.

I thought for a moment, then made a face. “Condoms?”

“Yes. Someone needed them pretty badly.” He shuddered. “Thank God for Kleenex. Or whatever sandpaper they’re calling tissue in there.”

“Ugh. Okay, not questioning the trash,” I said.

“I shoved a few tissues on top just for good measure,” he added. “But still, like Hoot said, ‘Don’t ask too many questions.’”

“Thank you,” I replied and hugged him. I rested my ear on his chest and heard his steady heartbeat. I hadn’t realized what a bundle of nerves I was until I heard the calming thump-thump of his heart.

Will combed his fingers through my hair. “I’m going to make sure nothing bad happens to you when we meet your grandparents, okay?”

“Don’t punch my grandpa just for firing off his mouth, though. There should be levels of escalation here,” I advised him.

“Level 1: Shut the FUCK up?” he teased.

“You think I’m kidding around, but I’m not.” I looked up at him. “I think I’d like to at least try with them. Like Hoot said, they are my family.”

He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb along my cheekbone. “Whatever you want, honeybee. I’ll follow your lead. I’ll try, anyway. But if he hits you, he’s a dead man.”

“Okay.” I figured I had to agree to that one. Besides, Hoot would probably get to him first, and I knew that man was a stone-cold killer.

“So.” He lowered his hand to my breast, thumbing my sensitive nipple through my shirt. “Should we ‘practice’ some more for the ‘big game’?”

I groaned and laughed into his sweater even while my loins began to tingle. “You do know, last night, I was thinking about it like training for the Olympics, don’t you?”

Will grinned. “I do now. I know you’re going to get gold in the pole vault, don’t worry.”

“Oh my God.” I laughed harder. “Can we use any more euphemisms?”

“I know a few dozen. Let’s see here… do you think we’ll play hide-the-salami tonight?” he teased.

“Depends on whether or not the coach thinks I’m ready, doesn’t it?” I said.

“A good coach also listens to the athletes to see if they think they’re ready,” he replied.

I still felt sore. “I… honestly don’t know, Coach.”

He gave me a long, slow kiss. “We don’t have to decide that tonight, either.”

I smiled with relief. Then I quirked an eyebrow at him. “You know,” I said, “I still haven’t sucked your dick.”

Will swallowed. “We’d best remedy that.”

“I thought so, too.” I slid my hands down his front and opened his pants.

“Honeybee, you are evidence that Jesus loves me and wants me to be happy,” he groaned when I pushed his pants and boxers down, revealing his semi-hard length, which was still pretty intimidating. He kicked off his shoes and swept his clothes aside.

He was taking off his shirt when I knelt down and wrapped my hand as far as it would go around his thick base. He froze. “Jesus, woman, give a man a chance!”

“No,” I replied cheekily and pressed my lips over his fat head.

Will’s sweater and undershirt dropped to the floor to pile on top of his other clothes. His cock swelled even more, and I thought I’d have to unhinge my jaw just to get the head of him in my mouth.

“You’re doing great,” he encouraged and that boosted my morale enough to try. I was afraid I’d get him with my teeth, though, so I started licking him instead, then shuffled my hand over his wet shaft.

He didn’t seem to mind. His hips moved back and forth, and he buried his hand in my hair, panting.

“You are seriously big,” I told him, licking precum off the head of his cock. “I don’t know if I can get you in my mouth.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he responded, his voice strained. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

I kept stroking and licking, sucking around his dripping tip, widening my lips as much as I could without grazing him.

Then he was coming down my throat, groaning with his release.

I swallowed, and kept swallowing, until he finished.

“Clothes. Off. Now,” he said once his cock had returned to… okay, he still had a semi.

Wow.

Would he ever get tired? Once we were fully intimate, just how long would he be able to go? Would I be able to keep up?!

“If you keep staring at it, I’m going to get hard again,” he warned.

I looked up, my eyes wide. “You’re still hard anyway!”

“Not completely. Now. Clothes. Off.” His lip pulled up at the corner, his smile softening his barked order.

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” I fake-grumbled, standing and pulling off my clothes.

Will watched the whole process, so I gave him a little shimmy for good measure. He licked his lips, and suddenly, my inner muscles were quivering with anticipation.

“You like that, honeybee?” he murmured as I stepped out of my jeans and underwear. “You thinking about my tongue?”

“Maaaaaybe,” I replied, trying to be coy. But then I tripped over the waistband of my underwear and landed on the bed with a rather undignified plop.

“I think so.” He loomed over me, and my clumsiness did not seem to have diminished his lust one bit. “I think I need another taste of that sweet, sweet honey.”

I spread my legs. I didn’t care if that made me look easy. This was Will. As far as I was concerned, for him, I could be easy. Very easy.

He swallowed, looking down at my splayed sex. “You’re already so wet.”

“Your fault,” I accused him. “You’re too hot for your own good.”

“I think I’m gonna have to use the tip tonight,” he whispered.

My eyebrows hit my hairline. “You think you’ll be satisfied with just the tip?”

“I’m going to have to be. I’d satisfy you for days, if I could, but Hoot’s going to want to get back on the road in the morning,” he responded mournfully.

“True.” I spread my legs wider when he moved over me, willing to accept the tip, or whatever he was going to give me, whether it was painful or not. I was getting impatient to be one with him. It was a lusty frustration that was going to drive me crazy within the next few days if he didn’t fuck me properly.

Will reached down, grazing his fingers over my belly before cupping my sex. He pushed two, then three, fingers inside. The fourth just didn’t make it, and I let out a sound of frustration.

“It’s okay. We’ll get this down, don’t worry,” he said calmly.

“How can you be so patient?!” I all but whined.

“I’m eleven years older than you. Things don’t always seem so urgent when you get older,” he explained.

I looked down and saw his cock was at full attention, straining and dribbling precum on my leg. “Uh-huh. Big boy there seems to think it’s pretty urgent.”

“Big boy isn’t the brains of the operation.” He chuckled, doing something so delicious with his fingers that my eyes rolled back in my head, and I came apart around him.

Will pulled his fingers back and licked them one by one, locking eyes with me.

I made a sound akin to an animal begging for food.

“Just the tip,” he said again, lining himself up with my entrance.

I didn’t think he could hold back. No man could possibly have that kind of self restraint. So I took a deep breath and braced myself…

… for just the tip.

Blinking in surprise, I almost didn’t feel the slight burn as he used three inches of his impressive length—max—to thrust carefully in and out.

“Are you okay?” he asked between his teeth.

The effort must have cost him immensely. “You can, you know, try more of you. Inside.”

His laugh was strained. “Not yet. Another night. I’ve barely loosened you up properly.” He kept going.

Just the tip was still enough to hit just the right place inside me, and I clutched his shoulders, digging my nails in as pleasure built.

“Bad kitty,” he joked, though it took effort. He kept going until I came again.

It felt so good I didn’t even realize I’d scratched my nails down his back.

Will grunted and then filled me with his hot cum.

I flopped back on the bed, panting while he played with my breasts and nipples as I came down. He drew my orgasm out for as long as he could, and I could have kissed him for it.

In fact, I did, surging up to wrap my arms around his neck and crushing my lips to his.

I felt a warm, wet trickle on my arm and looked down. “Oh my God, I scratched you!”

“Yes, you did,” he admonished me in a teasing tone. “Like I said, bad kitty.”

Guilt overtook my good mood. “I’m sorry.”

Will kissed me again. “Don’t be. It’s not the worst thing that ever happened to me during sex.”

“Oh?” I frowned at him. “What’s the worst thing?”

“I have a big dick,” he said, but it was without bragging. It was just a fact.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “There are whole harems of porn stars you could scare with that thing.”

He chuckled. “Well,” he said, booping my nose. “Some women see it as a kind of challenge. Mount Everest, if you will. Not all of them have succeeded. With their mouths.”

My jaw dropped. “You’ve been bitten?”

“More than once. And that’s all we need to say about my sexual history. Although….” He nipped my neck and I knew he left another mark.

“Hey!” I objected.

“You mark me, I mark you,” he said.

I pursed my lips, thinking about that. “Yeah, okay. Fair.”

He grinned and rolled onto his back, taking me with him, his tip sliding out from between my legs. “I think tomorrow will go fine,” he murmured, surprising me with his insight.

Because as soon as my head was resting on his shoulder, the doubts came flooding back. “Really?”

“It will. Because I’ll be there. And Hoot. But mostly me,” he said.

I threaded my fingers through his, and our joined hands rested on his muscular abs. “I hope you’re right. Oh, and Will?”

“Yes, honeybee?”

“Don’t kill my grandfather,” I urged him.

He shrugged. “Hopefully, he won’t give me a reason to.”