Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 68: Good Little Boys and Girls

-Caleb-

I was just coming out of the shower, a towel around my waist, when I saw someone on my bed.

The long, dark hair spread over my pillows reminded me so much of Jacey, it made my chest hurt. But I knew it couldn’t be her.

It was another Spanish ‘snack’ the sheik meant to tempt me with for being a ‘good boy.’

I sighed and braced one knee on the mattress so I could lean over and give the woman’s shoulder a shake. “Come on, you. Get up and get out. Make sure the sheik pays you well for your time, but I’m really not interested.”

The woman rolled on her back, and I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. It was Jacey!

“Caleb?” she sniffled.

“Oh, baby.” I climbed fully onto the bed and pulled her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you? How did you get here? Are you hurt?”

Jacey wrapped herself around me tightly, and I noted, as the skirt of her green sundress rode up, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “No. They just scared me a little, that’s all.”

“Why aren’t you wearing underwear?” I asked, frowning. My dick, thickening under the towel, certainly didn’t mind, but the rest of me was very concerned she’d been going around with a dress that only went to her knees without any underwear on.

“They didn’t give me any.” She buried her face in my neck. “I thought they’d sold me somewhere else, and I was never going to see you again.”

“I was going to find you, no matter what.” I pulled my towel off so my hard cock rested right at her entrance. “Jacey, I…”

She kissed me. “I need it, too.” Then her beautiful body was taking me in.

I groaned and pushed my hand up under her dress to wrap my arm around her bare waist. “Anything else they didn’t give you?” I asked, gently rocking my hips so I inched in and out of her.

In response, she reached down and pulled the sundress over her head, letting it fall to the other side of the bed.

“Oh, baby.” I palmed her breast, bringing it to my lips to suck a nipple as we made slow love.

When Jacey made a sound in her throat that told me she needed more, I laid her back on the bed, one leg braced against my shoulder so she was wide open for me, and began thrusting in earnest.

Her nails dug into my arms.

“You want daddy to fill you with his hot cum?” I breathed in her ear, my balls smacking against her as I took her hard and fast.

“Yes, daddy. Fill me up,” she moaned.

I rubbed her throbbing clit with my thumb and my beautiful Jacey came apart with the sweetest of cries. Then I groaned and gave her exactly what she wanted, shoving myself as deep as I could before pulsing my cum into her.

It probably wasn’t the most romantic of ‘baby, I’ve missed yous,’ but it was what we needed.

When I moved to pull out, Jacey wrapped her legs around my waist and held me in place. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked.

I grinned and kissed her slowly, easing my tongue in and out of her mouth in a way that told her exactly what I planned to do to her body. “I was going to get us a drink of water, but if you don’t need any…”

She wrapped her arms around me, too, kissing my neck and rubbing her breasts against my chest. “I just need you.”

Truth be told, I was pretty needy, too. I cupped her ass and drew her hips against mine, forcing more of my still-hard cock into her body.

Jacey moaned, and her fingers spiked into my hair.

“Damn,” I groaned as I felt her working my shaft with her inner muscles. “Baby, you don’t have to try so hard. I’m already there.” I pinched her nipple, and she gasped. “Nobody hurt you? You’re sure?”

“They grabbed me kind of hard and threatened me with a knife, but no, I’m fine,” she babbled as I started pounding her again. “I’m better than fine. I’m with you.”

I saw the finger bruises on her arms, then, and the anger that bubbled up within me made me fuck her a little harder than I intended.

Luckily, Jacey was into it. Her nails dug into my scalp, her fingers twisted in my hair.

“Damn,” I muttered and kissed her hard. “Baby, it’s so hot you always take whatever I have to give you.”

She smiled at me, and the world was all right again. I was inside the woman I loved, banging her just as hard as I wanted to, and she was smiling at me.

Now, if we were in a small suburban home with two-and-a-half kids and a dog, everything would be perfect.

Instead, we’re inside some sultan’s vacation home and completely at his mercy.

I was getting pretty tired of that.

Jacey put her hands on either side of my face. “Hey. Stay with me. It’s okay. I’m here.”

A tear slid down my cheek, and I turned my head to kiss her hand. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re right. We gotta live in the moment.”

I pressed my forehead to hers and concentrated only on the sex and being with her at last. I didn’t want to admit it, but I’d been so scared I’d never see her again, that she was being hurt, that I couldn’t help her, I hadn’t slept in days.

Now she was here, and we were okay for the time being. That was something worth celebrating.

She arched underneath me, and I felt Jacey’s whole body tremble as she came around my cock.

I wasn’t proof against that. I came hard, filling her up, crushing my lips to hers as I pumped her full of everything that was left in my balls.

As the trembling subsided, we both clung tightly to each other. I stroked my thumbs over her hips, reassuring myself that she was still there. That she was real.

Jacey ran her hands up and down my back, probably confirming the same thing.

“I really think I should get you something to drink, love,” I finally whispered in her ear. “You look beautiful, but also a mess. A beautiful mess.”

She laughed and swatted me. “You’re not supposed to tell the woman you’re dating she looks like a mess.”

“What, don’t you remember, Mrs. Allan? We’re married,” I grinned. “And married people tell each other when they look wrecked.”

“Well, someone with a very big dick just decided to wreck me,” she sniffed. “I wonder who that could have been.”

I let my eyes go wide and innocent. “No idea. Maybe I should check under the bed?”

Jacey laughed again. Then she cupped my cheek, rubbing her thumb under my eye. “Caleb, haven’t you been sleeping?”

“Have you?” I countered.

She shook her head. “Not a wink. I was too scared.”

I nuzzled her. “I didn’t really care what happened to me. But I was scared for you. I… I tried holding out and not telling them anything until they brought you to me, but…”

“Same,” she replied. “It’s a lot harder than you think.”

“They’re just very good at threats.” I very gently started to pull out of her again, but her legs locked around my waist and I sighed. “Jacey…”

“Just a little longer? Please? I’m not gonna die, I swear,” she pleaded.

Shaking my head in consternation, I rolled on my back at least so I wasn’t squashing her. “You are the most cock-possessive woman…”

“Don’t finish that sentence. I don’t want to know about any other woman you’ve ever been with,” she warned me.

I swallowed the rest of my sentence. “Noted.”

“But I’m glad to know I’m the most possessive.” She smiled at me again, trailing her fingertips over my chest.

I caught her hand and kissed her fingers. “Please let me get you some water?”

“Are you getting some for yourself?” she asked.

“Cross my heart.” I made the gesture over my pec. “Now please?”

With a sigh, she scooted backward, wriggling carefully off my dick. She curled up beside me on the bed.

I didn’t wait for her to change her mind. I got up and went to the closet to the mini-fridge inside. I pulled out two bottles of water and came back to the bed.

Jacey reached for hers. Feigning innocence, I tapped it right against her nipple. She squeaked, and, like clockwork, her nipple hardened.

“Caleb!” she protested.

“Mhm?” I replied, ducking my head to suck on her peaked nipple.

“Ugh! You’re incorrigible!” she giggled, giving up.

I let go of her nipple with one last lick then poked her water bottle. “Drink up.”

She sat up next to me, and we both drank our water.

Jacey guzzled hers, and I was worried until I got distracted by the fact that some missed her mouth and dribbled down her chin and neck and over her chest.

“Is that an invitation?” I murmured, leaning in to lap it off her. The cool of the water and the warmth of her skin was a heady combination on my tongue.

There was a knock at the door, and I sat up. I grabbed her water and smacked it down next to mine on the bedside table, then yanked down the bedcovers and got Jacey situated so that she was covered up.

I slid off the bed and put on my boxers, padding to the door. “Yes?” I asked.

“The sheik would like you to join him for dinner,” Ibrahim said on the other side of the door. “You and Miss Jacey. I have brought appropriate clothing for the occasion.”

“Okay.” I opened the door halfway, not wanting to expose Jacey, no matter how covered up she was.

Ibrahim smirked at me and handed me two sets of clothing. “I imagine you’ve been quite busy.”

I bristled. “Yes, well, that’s none of your business.”

“I know. That’s why I’m bothering you about it.” He chuckled. “You are so easy to upset.”

“Glad I can entertain you. Can I go now?” I asked.

Ibrahim craned his head, looking behind me. I turned and saw Jacey draw the covers up to her neck. “She is an exquisite creature. I cannot fault you on your taste.”

“Gee, thanks. See you at dinner.” I slammed the door in his face, likely hitting him in the nose.

The grunt of pain on the other side of the door told me I had.

“Why does everybody want to see me naked?” Jacey complained as I laid out our clothes on the end of the bed.

“Because you are, as Ibrahim said, ‘exquisite,’” I replied, though I sounded more jealous than complimentary.

She dropped the covers and crawled off the bed, coming to stand behind me, looping her arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder. “I only want to see you naked. Does that make you feel any better?”

I pouted at her. “Some.”

“What’s got you so grumpy, still? He’s gone,” she said.

I pointed at the dress on the bed.

Jacey looked down and her eyes widened. “That’s not a dress.”

“Apparently, they think it is,” I grumbled.

“I don’t want to wear that! The V goes down to my belly button! And are those two slits up the sides?! They go all the way up to the waist!” Jacey complained.

I turned my head and kissed her, trying to tamp down on my own anger. “I don’t want to make our host unhappy just yet. But I might try to work clothing choices into our conversation tonight.”

“Caleb, I won’t be able to wear a bra!” she screeched, turning the dress over and showing me it was backless.

“Okay, I’m not a fan of the dress either. But… I think we need to keep him happy for now,” I said through my teeth.

“Well, all he gets to do is look,” she muttered. Then she growled and held up what could not possibly be classified as underwear by the thong.

“I’ll call Ibrahim,” I grunted.