Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 169

McKenzie

Will kissed me again, stroking his tongue against mine. In one motion, he pushed down my shorts and panties, pushing up my shirt to brush his lips over my belly. I gasped as he kissed lower.

“A-are you—!” I gasped, wondering why we weren’t going to the bed.

“Hang on,” he murmured, latching onto my core.

I’d have stumbled if I wasn’t so worried about hurting Will. He said to hang on, but I wasn’t sure what to hang on to! I gripped his hair as his tongue did sinful things to my body, my other hand on his shoulder to keep me upright.

“Will,” I panted as he sucked on my clit. “I-I’m going to fall over soon! I don’t want to break your neck!”

He chuckled against me, and that added a whole new sensation. Just before I would have come and probably put him in the hospital, he stopped and popped his head out. “Are you that worried, honeybee?”

“Y-yes!” My teeth were chattering.

“Okay. I think I need to give you something else, anyway. Much as I love it when you come around my tongue, I like it when you come around my cock better,” he said hotly.

Those words alone could have finished me off except that he was already lifting me. I flopped on the bed, legs splayed wide, desperate for what he was going to give me.

“God I wish we were both naked, but I can’t wait,” he murmured, his tone strained. He opened his pants, got on top of me, and pushed right in.

I arched my back, coming with a cry as he filled me.

Will groaned. “Yes-s-s-s, that’s it.” He threaded his fingers through mine, his other hand pushing up under my T-shirt and bra to squeeze my breast as he started to thrust.

They were sharp and deep, and I whimpered. I was still loose enough from the last time we made love, but for some reason, every time we did it, it was still so overwhelming!

“Deep breaths, honeybee. We’re going to be at this for a while,” he cooed.

“Oh God,” I moaned, knowing full well what that meant. We weren’t going to be finished until I passed out from pleasure.

“He can’t help you now,” he rumbled. Even his voice had become gravelly and sinful.

I was sure he was right. And why would God want to? He knew what was good for me.

Fucking Will was very, very good for me.

As I’d hoped, all thoughts about our situation, Dolly, Mom, Shep, and even Dad melted from my mind with the heat of our lovemaking. I squeezed Will’s hand and moved with him, my arm draped around his neck so I could hold on for dear life.

He kissed me and tweaked my nipple while moving relentlessly inside me. My orgasm flooded me, coming on unexpectedly, and I shrieked, digging my nails into the back of his neck as I came apart around him.

Will grunted, and I felt his hot seed deep inside me as he came as well. But he didn’t lose his hard on, and, after the last drops of his release, he began thrusting again.

“I-I d-don’t know if I c-can—” I said, my voice trembling.

“Does honeybee want to try a different position?” he asked softly.

That wasn’t exactly what I was trying to say. And it was going to be problematic, anyway. “I c-can’t ride you r-right now. T-too much!”

He chuckled, and then I was on my side, bracing myself on the mattress. Behind me, he raised my leg and kissed his way down my skin before putting my leg over his shoulder. “Let’s try this, honeybee.”

Will entered me again from behind, his hand firmly planted on my hip as he began fucking me hard. But he didn’t go as deep, which might have been the point of the position.

Still, I didn’t like this as much as when I was facing him, and, though I was definitely going to reach climax again soon, I pouted a little.

“Aw, is my honeybee not happy?” he asked, concerned.

I turned my head so I could kiss him. “I like it better when we’re facing each other.”

“Ah. I see.” He pulled out.

I thought the loss might kill me. “Will!”

“Shh. I’m just doing what you asked.” Then, I was underneath him again.

I wasn’t letting him move me around any more until I got my orgasm. I locked my legs around his waist while he pushed his big, thick dick back inside me.

He laughed and stroked the hair off my face. “Greedy much?”

“Very,” I growled back. “Now, fuck me Will Masterson the Third!”

“Bossy. I like it.” He grinned at me then began drilling me like a jackhammer.

It was fantastic. I clung to him, raising my hips to meet his thrusts as we coupled desperately. Both of us seemed to want to keep the rest of the world at bay.

This time when I came, I felt and saw fireworks. I moaned underneath him as he hammered me all the way through my orgasm. Then he came, hot, inside me again.

“I don’t think… I can…” I said breathlessly.

He kissed me. “Just lay still. I’ll do all the work. I need at least one more round. Is that okay, honeybee?”

How does he have this much stamina?! I looked at his hopeful expression and sighed, tapping my forehead to his. “If I pass out, you keep going until you finish.”

Will smiled widely and kissed me. “Thank you, honeybee.”

“The things I do for love,” I jokingly lamented.

He laughed and had just begun thrusting again when the phone Ike had given him dinged on the bedside table.

We were both catapulted back to reality. Will reached across to grab the phone and stared at the screen.

“How-how’s Dad?” I asked, my voice tight with fear.

He sagged with relief. “He made it out of surgery fine. He’s recuperating. They’re optimistic.”

I wriggled, trying to get to the phone to see for myself.

Will gently pulled out and scooted me up next to him, handing me the phone.

I read the screen two, three, four times. Then, what I’d been hoping wouldn’t happen while they were recording us happened.

I burst into tears.

He wrapped me in his arms. “It’s okay, honeybee. It’s all looking good.” He paused. “We need to tell your mother.”

“I wish they’d said something about Shep,” I whispered.

As though they’d heard me—and they might have—another text came through.

Will and I read it together.

“Shep’s almost out of the woods, too.” He looked at our locked bedroom door. “Maybe they’ll hear me if I yell….”

“It’s all right, sir. I’ve already told them.” Polly’s voice came over the intercom. “I can come in with your food any time. I didn’t want to bother you while you were… otherwise engaged.”

I could hear him grind his teeth. “Thank you, Polly. I think we will have our food now.”

“Of course, sir. Would you like me to wait until you get dressed?” she asked politely.

“Doesn’t seem like there’s much of a point. Just bring it on a tray and set it on the bed,” he sighed.

“Yes, sir.” The com closed, and, within minutes, Polly was at our door.

For some reason, she still knocked before coming in. “I’ve brought you braised salmon with asparagus and new potatoes with a white wine pairing.”

“And water?” Will asked. He had the duvet pulled up to his waist.

I had it over my chest.

“Oh, yes, of course, sir. Mr. Freeborn would be most unhappy if Miss Kent was too sick to attend the festivities tomorrow,” she said.

“Good. Set it down, and you can leave,” he replied coldly.

“Thank you, Polly,” I added, though I’m not sure what compelled me.

She smiled and nodded, setting the tray down on the end of the bed.

Once she was gone, having locked the door behind her, I turned to Will. “Shouldn’t we try to make her our friend?”

“Not really sure that’ll work. But if you want to try, you’re welcome to,” he responded, sounding defeated. He pulled the tray up to us, and we balanced it on our thighs.

I forked up some salmon and offered it to him to eat. “Can’t hurt to try, can it?”

He took a bite and chewed it thoughtfully. “I just hate the idea of cozying up to any of these bastards.” He used his fork to feed me a potato.

It was the perfect texture with vibrant seasoning. If we weren’t trapped in a hellscape of a paradise, I would have complimented the chef.

“Now, don’t go making that face, or we’ll never finish dinner before it gets cold,” he murmured, stroking his fingertips down my arm.

I shivered. “What face?”

“The Will-I’m-about-to-come face,” he said.

“What?” I cried, incredulous. “I would not make that face over a potato!”

“You would. Because you just did,” he grinned.

I groaned. “Seriously?!”

“Seriously,” he confirmed.

“Well… they are good potatoes,” I mumbled.

Will laughed. “Fine. Let me try them.”

“You won’t be able to resist,” I warned him.

“Try me.” He opened his mouth.

I speared a potato and popped it in his mouth.

He chewed it slowly, both eyebrows rising in surprise. “This does taste good.”

“See? See?!” I crowed.

“Not orgasmic, though,” he teased.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I was not about to have an orgasm over a potato.”

“You were.”

“It would at least had to have been chocolate cake,” I sniffed.

We both looked down at the tray at a cloche. Will pulled it off. Sure enough, there was a huge slice of chocolate cake sitting in the corner, more than enough for both of us.

“I have an idea,” he smiled mischievously.

“No, don’t you even,” I said, pretty sure I knew where his mind was going.

“I haven’t even told you what it is yet,” he said.

“You want to do something dirty with that cake,” I accused.

Will popped a bite of salmon in my mouth. “Well, obviously.”

“Mfph.” I munched as quickly as possible so I could answer him, but it was hard. The salmon was also divine, and I wanted to savor it.

“The salmon, too? Really?” he teased.

I frowned at him and swallowed. “It’s not my fault you have such a good chef on staff.”

“He needs a raise if all I have to do is ply you with his food to get you in the mood.” He looked down at the tray then set it aside.

“Hey!” I objected. “We’re not done eating yet!”

“We’re not,” he agreed. He picked up the plate of chocolate cake and threw the duvet back so we were both uncovered. “It’s time for dessert.”

“Will! We do have to eat actual food every once in a while or we won’t be able to keep having sex! We’ll both be too spent.” I thought I made a good point. I was also a bit afraid, if the salmon and potatoes had nearly done me in, as he said, then the chocolate cake might put me right over the edge.

That would be so embarrassing!

“I’ll have Polly reheat it. It will give you an opportunity to butter her up. That’s your plan, right?” He prowled down the bed and set the plate down just so he could grab my ankles and pull me down so I was flat on my back.

“You’re not actually going to—” I gasped, glancing at him.

He picked up a piece of cake with his fingers and smeared it on my leg. “I absolutely am.”

Then his tongue was on my skin.

Still sensitive all over from our last rounds, my whole body started to tingle. “I-is the cake good?” I asked, trying to distract myself.

“Very. But I know other things that taste better. I prefer honey to chocolate,” he said, his voice deep and sexy.

I knew exactly what he was talking about, and my whole body flushed with desire and embarrassment. “Where are you planning to get honey?”

“You know where.” He dipped his fingers inside me.

“Will!” I cried, gasping as my body clenched needily around his fingers.

“That’s more like it. I don’t like being one-upped by a potato,” he said, adding a third finger while thumbing my clit.

I gripped the sheets. After our last session, I’d thought it would be impossible to bring my body to orgasm again, but once more, he proved me wrong.

He drew his hand back, much to my consternation, and licked his fingers. “That’s where honey comes from.”

“Will, for God’s sake!” I begged, writhing on the bed.

With a grin, he took a glob of cake and frosting on his finger then moved up my body. “Suck,” he said, his finger hovering over my mouth.

If that was all I needed to do to get him going, I was more than happy to do it. I wrapped my lips around his finger and licked it sensually.

He groaned, and, at the same time, thrust his cock into me all the way to the hilt.

The chocolate cake really was orgasmic. Or he was. Or both. In any case, I came, my body nearly levitating off the bed.

“And now I need to be jealous of chocolate cake,” he grumbled good-naturedly. But then he kept going. And going. And going.

By the time I came for the last time, I’d completely forgotten any kind of cake existed, much less chocolate.

“Or maybe not,” Will whispered in my ear as he filled me again.