Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 82: Hard and Fast

-Jacey-

I zipped open Caleb’s pants and wrapped my hand fully around his thickening cock, pumping it for good measure.

Precum leaked out the tip. “Take off your clothes,” he grunted, lust burning in his eyes.

With a smile I hoped came off as coy, I let go of his rigid dick and started stripping off my clothes, holding his eyes until I pulled my shirt over my head.

He grabbed me before my face cleared the collar and started rolling my nipples between his strong fingers, sending tingles to every part of my body. I felt myself getting wet for him. Well, wetter.

His cock rubbed between us, sliding against my stomach. His precum made our skin even more slippery.

Caleb unsnapped my bra after my shirt hit the floor. “Panties,” he ordered, grazing his teeth up my neck.

I shivered and shimmied my panties off. “You, too.”

He reluctantly let me go long enough to whip his shirt over his head and to divest himself of pants and boxers.

Then he was on me like an animal.

Caleb didn’t bother with either of the beds. He lifted me onto the table-desk against the wall, kicking the wheeled office chair out of the way. “Spread your legs,” he growled.

I did, and his long, thick fingers delved inside me. My fingers scrabbled against the wallpaper behind me as I let out a wanton moan.

He thrust his dick in me then, and it was so much bigger and better than his fingers. “Caleb!” I cried, grabbing his shoulders and arching my pelvis against his.

With another growl, he began thrusting so hard the table creaked ominously, even though its legs were thick and sturdy.

It was a very lucky thing for the hotel that they had the table lamp pasted firmly to the table’s surface, because otherwise, like the remote control to the television and the welcome binder, it would have become a casualty of our passion.

I dug my heels into his back and held on, letting him rough ride me. It was fantastic. My ass squeaked on the tabletop, but Caleb’s grip was strong enough to keep me right where he wanted me.

“I-I’m…” I panted, feeling the fireworks start beneath my skin.

“Come for me, baby,” he said, picking up the pace just that little bit more that sent me over the edge.

I had to stifle a scream—our guardians were in the next rooms after all—and clawed Caleb’s shoulders as my orgasm overtook me.

He grunted and began slamming desperately inside me, riding my orgasm until it brought him to his own. He grunted and bit his lip, stopping a cry of his own, and spurted his hot seed inside me.

My whole body trembled from the aftereffects of the pleasure he had given me, and I sat up properly, his dick sliding out a little, so I could wrap my arms around his neck.

Caleb kissed me hard, panting against my lips. “Baby, that was so good.”

“It was,” I agreed breathlessly.

“I don’t know if I can move,” he chuckled, still holding me against his body, keeping his cock from sliding out any further.

“There’s no rush,” I assured him. I laid my cheek on his sweaty shoulder and let my body melt into his, resting in the time I knew was between sessions.

In fact, he hadn’t completely lost his erection. I could feel it.

“You know,” he said. “Someday we should go back to Canada.”

I blinked at him. “For real?”

“Yeah,” Caleb replied. “We can find some other place to camp in the wilderness.”

“You want to go fishing or something?” I asked, confused.

He laughed. “Not really. But I do want to fuck you until you scream your head off, and we’re the only two who can hear it.” He nibbled my neck, then soothed the spot with a kiss. “I want us to be completely free.”

“That would be nice,” I agreed. “But that’s a long way off, I think.”

Caleb shrugged. “It’s nice to dream.”

“It’s a good dream.” I ran my fingers through his sandy hair. It had grown out a bit since our time with the sheik. “I like your hair this long.”

He smiled at me, his eyes glinting with good humor. “That’s random.”

I blushed. “Just an observation.”

“Well, I suppose we’re even, then, because I’d cry if you ever cut your hair,” he said, playing with the ends of my hair which reached the small of my back.

“Then I won’t. I don’t want to see you cry,” I murmured, brushing my lips over his.

Caleb deepened the kiss and moved his hips so I let out a moan. “Me neither, baby.”

***

I was sleeping on Caleb’s chest when the phone rang. I blinked my eyes open while he leaned over to pick up the hotel phone, a frown on his face. “Who would be calling at this hour?” he mumbled, glancing at the clock. It was 3:26 AM.

“Maybe Bea or Hansen asked for an early wake-up call?” I yawned.

He shook his head. “We’re supposed to be staying here for a few days. There’d be no reason.” Caleb turned his attention to the phone. “Hello?”

His face went absolutely white. “How did you find us?” he hissed.

I could hear enough from where I was to know it was Masterson. Even though I couldn’t hear the words, I recognized the tone.

Caleb and I slapped our hands down on our panic alerts at the same time.

“Hang up!” I said, frightened, glancing at the curtain-covered window, the door.

He shook his head. ‘Bea and Hansen,’ he mouthed at me.

Speaking of our two protectors, I heard loud banging on the door and scrambled out of bed.

“Caleb? Jacey?!” Bea shouted.

Not caring about the fact I was still naked, I pushed back the door latch and wrenched the door open while Caleb stayed on the bed with the phone to his ear, stiff as a board.

“It’s Masterson,” I whispered desperately. “He called not five minutes ago. He’s still on the phone!”

“Bea, close and lock this door, then call in a team,” Hansen said. While Bea complied, he strode over to Caleb and pressed the speaker button on the phone.

“I’m assuming from all the white noise we’re no longer having a private conversation, Caleb,” Masterson tsked. His voice made my skin crawl. “That’s disappointing.”

“I guess you’re just going to have to learn to live with disappointment,” Hansen replied gruffly while Caleb set the receiver on the bedside table. We all could hear now anyway.

“Is that the FBI?” Masterson trilled, sounding far, far too happy for someone whose ass we were going to help nail one of these days. “How lovely. I assume this is Special Agent in Charge George Hansen?”

I could hear Hansen grinding his teeth. “You’re very well-informed.”

“You have to be in my business. And I suppose you’re calling in a SWAT team to move our little treasures somewhere else. Pity we didn’t get them at the hotel,” Masterson sighed.

“What can I say? Armored vehicles and bulletproof glass are the in things these days,” Hansen grunted.

“And I suppose Special Agent Beatrice Kent is also there,” Masterson continued.

“I wish I had your contacts. We’d have scooped you and the sheik up by now and sent you both straight to hell,” Hansen growled.

Masterson tsked again. “Temper, temper. Well, I just wanted to say hello to the kids and maybe cause a bit of a stir.”

“You are a motherfucking bastard, Masterson,” Caleb snarled.

“There’s the Caleb I know and love. But, consider this. If you’re making me lose sleep, well, I think I’m well within my rights to return the favor,” Masterson said.

I could just see him examining his nails in an aloof manner behind his desk, a smile playing on his lips. Masterson was enjoying every second of this. “Should we hang up?” I murmured to Hansen.

“Oh, Agent Hansen wouldn’t dream of it,” Masterson chuckled. “I’ll bet he’s recording me right now on his phone and planning to turn the recording in as evidence of witness tampering and harassment, blah, blah, blah.”

“Aren’t you already in enough trouble?” Caleb asked. “Why add fuel to the fire?”

“Dear Caleb. Because I can. Besides, I was watching some playbacks of the fun you two had while you were living here with me. Made me miss you.”

Caleb bared his teeth, even though Masterson couldn’t see him. I felt sick to my stomach. I knew exactly what he’d been watching.

“Masterson, I think we’re done here. If you don’t mind, we have a lot of maneuvering to do tonight, thanks to you,” Hansen said. He hung up the phone before Masterson could answer.

Caleb grabbed the phone and tore it off the wood it was glued to, ready to tear it to pieces.

I hurried over to the bed and stopped him, taking the phone away and sitting in his lap. I slipped my arms around him while he took several deep breaths to calm down.

“Thank you, Jacey. We don’t want to disturb the neighbors more than we already have,” Hansen sighed.

“I swear, someone should just shoot him. Forget about the court case and everything. Just walk up and shoot the man,” Caleb grumbled, hugging me back.

“I have those days, too, son,” Hansen said.

“ETA fifteen minutes,” Bea interrupted, still holding her phone to her ear.

Hansen began to pace. “How in God’s name did he find us?” he muttered.

“I’d like that question answered before we end up getting killed at the next location,” Caleb said. “You know, just for funsies.”

“Believe me, son, I’m going to be working on that problem day and night until I’ve got it figured out.” Hansen continued to pace. “Bea and I are both going to have to get new phones. They should be completely unhackable, but I am now having my doubts.”

“Or you could be like us. Phone free is the way to be,” Caleb suggested.

Hansen paused in his wearing down of the carpet, then nodded. “Yes. We’ll have to do that.”

“What does that mean for our safety?” I asked.

“Your panic buttons will still alert local authorities, and we can carry receivers on our person instead of relying on our phones,” Hansen said slowly. “I also think we should stay mobile.”

“So… we’re sleeping in the car?” Caleb raised an eyebrow.

Hansen shook his head. “We’re getting an RV.”