Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 78: Need

-Jacey-

I considered telling Caleb if he ever did anything stupid like that again, he was never getting any for the rest of his life. But that would have been a blatant lie, and we’d have both known it. As our kiss transitioned from forgiveness to want to need his hand smoothed down my back and cupped my ass, pulling my hips tight to his so I could feel his hardening length against my stomach.

“I knew you just wanted to have hero sex,” I grumbled, rubbing my hands over his chest and nipples.

He chuckled, his pupils dilating with a need I could feel all the way in my core. “What’s ‘hero sex’?”

“You know. When the hero does some big feat of… heroics… and then climbs up the tower, grabs the damsel…” I began to explain as Caleb divested me of my shirt.

“Mhm. And then what does the hero do after he grabs the damsel?” he asked.

“Hero… stuff.” I gasped, arching my back as he pushed up my bra to palm my bare breasts.

“Does he kiss her?” he teased, pressing his lips to mine as he backed me to the bed.

I nodded. “Mhm.”

“What else does he do?” Caleb kissed his way down to nibble at the curve of my shoulder and neck.

“Um… he…” I panted. “Pretty sure he… gets to… ravish her.”

“Lucky hero.” He leaned me down until my back was flat on the comforter. Then he started sucking my nipples.

I gasped and spiked my fingers into his hair, holding him to me. Caleb tugged my pants and panties down far enough for me to wriggle them off. Then I heard his zipper.

“Just… to clarify. I’m still mad at you,” I muttered as he lifted one of my knees over his hip.

“I know. But you’re just as cute when you’re angry,” he beamed. He pressed the head of his thick cock against my entrance, and suddenly, I could barely remember my own name, much less why I was angry with him.

“Caleb,” I whined, bucking my hips a little to take him in.

The man would not be rushed. He cradled my hips in his hands, effectively stopping me from claiming him with my pelvis, and began easing into me at a torturous pace.

“You know,” I protested. “I’m going to be angry with you for a TOTALLY DIFFERENT reason if you don’t get your big dick up in me RIGHT THIS SECOND!”

He laughed. “Is my baby hungry?”

“Yes!”

“I can feel you trying to suck me in. Such a good girl. You deserve a reward, don’t you?” he teased.

I gripped Caleb’s wrists. “Yes. Reward me, damn it!”

“Language.” But I didn’t care what he thought. He gave me my treat, and that was all I cared about.

His cock stretched me as though my core had forgotten how big he was–despite the fact we’d made love not twenty-four hours ago.

“Always so tight,” he groaned, forcing himself as deep as he could go with his grip on my hips.

I loved it. I needed it. I wrapped my legs around his waist and begged him to ride me. Hard.

Caleb, ever obliging, started ramming me with his big cock. His balls slapped against me as he found a punishing pace that we both enjoyed.

“Give it to me,” I encouraged him when I felt myself nearing the edge. “Caleb, oh God.” I came hard, my whole body shaking and shivering.

He wasn’t far behind me. I was still trembling when he cried out and I felt his hot seed jet into me.

I breathed hard, running a shaking hand over the sweaty tendrils of hair that had escaped onto my forehead.

Caleb didn’t pull out. I hardly expected him to. Not after just one round.

“I don’t suppose you want to see if the TV is w—” I began.

“Fuck the TV.”

I shrieked as Caleb lifted me off the bed and into his arms, my legs locked around his waist keeping him inside me as he executed the maneuver.

It was then that I knew something wasn’t quite right. He was still stiff inside me, but his expression was haunted.

“Caleb?” I asked, frowning slightly. “What’s wrong?”

“Ed killed Mike,” he replied flatly.

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that.

“In front of me.”

My eyes widened. “Oh my God.”

Caleb swallowed as he walked us into the tiny bathroom and into the tinier shower. “He made me clean it up.”

My heart constricted, and I hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Oh God.”

“I just need to forget for a while, Jacey. Is that okay?” he whispered, kissing me and moving his thumb in to rub my clit. “Just for a little while.”

“You can ‘forget’ until they come to get us,” I assured him. I kissed Caleb fiercely.

“What if it takes weeks?” he asked with a hitch of sad laughter.

“Then I’ll be sore and tired but happy,” I said.

He gave a bark of real laughter then and turned on the shower.

We both flinched at the cold water. But, of course, we expected it to warm up.

In a minute.

Or two.

Or… seven?

We looked at each other, and Caleb shook his head just as the water pressure decreased to a trickle of lukewarm discomfort.

“I guess this is what we get,” he said.

I cupped my hands and got enough water to wet his hair. I massaged it into his scalp, and he groaned and pushed me back against the wall, sinking deeper inside me.

“It’s just you and me,” I told him. “All the ugliness is outside. Here, it’s just you and me.”

The cool tile at my back was a stark contrast to the heat of Caleb against and inside me. “Baby, don’t stop. That feels so good.” His hips moved, and my eyelids fluttered, his cock rubbing against the very spot I wanted it to with every thrust.

I kept massaging his scalp, kissing him and rubbing my breasts against his slippery skin.

“You always know just what I need.” He groaned, biting my shoulder as he came hard inside me.

My own orgasm wasn’t far behind, and we held each other under the trickle of warm water. Until it went cold again, of course.

Caleb laughed and shook water out of his hair like a dog. “Much as I like what this cold water’s doing to your nipples, I’d rather my baby not get sick.” He pulled out gently then set me on the floor slowly, rubbing my body against every inch of his.

Every inch of his still wanted me, and as he turned off the water, I rubbed his shaft. “I can make you feel good,” I promised.

“You always make me feel good. Even when we’re not having sex.” He smiled back at me and grabbed a scratchy towel off the metal rack above the toilet. He did his best to wrap me in it, but it was small to begin with and seemed to have shrunk with multiple washings. I knew it was meant to be a white towel, but it had gone grayish.

“I don’t suppose they have some big, soft, Hilton-grade terry cloth robes in this place,” he muttered, grabbing a towel for himself while I tried, unsuccessfully, to keep my boobs from popping out of mine.

“Pretty sure we’re out of luck on that one,” I replied. I took my hand away from his cock so he could wrap his towel around his waist. But, eyes twinkling with mischief, Caleb took my hand and inserted it between the folds of the towel so I could wrap my hand around his thick dick again.

“I never said I wanted you to stop.” He grinned and stared down at my bare breasts.

My nipples hardened under his gaze, and my cheeks flushed. He still wanted me. I still wanted him. And we had hours, perhaps even days, before anyone came for us.

“You don’t want to watch TV?” I breathed, teasing my fingers over his hard cock.

“We won’t be needing that.” His breath hitched, and I could tell he was close.

“What if we’re here for weeks?” I asked with wide-eyed innocence. I slowly dropped to my knees.

“Then they’ll need to replace every piece of furniture in this room.” Caleb sucked in a deep breath as I took him in my mouth. “Oh, baby, your mouth feels like heaven.”

I suppressed a grin as he tangled his fingers in my hair, fucking my mouth and throat while I squeezed his balls and did my best to pleasure him with my lips and tongue. It still made me feel so powerful that performing this small act could reduce my love to a puddle of pudding.

It didn’t take long before he released his salty, hot seed down my throat. He threw his head back and shouted as I swallowed, missing only a few drops that dribbled out the side of my mouth.

Caleb caught them on his thumb, and I licked them away. “I am a lucky sonofabitch,” he whispered and pulled me up to kiss him.