Stranded with My Stepbrother

Chapter 11

-Jacey-

Caleb finally let me go to sleep after checking to make sure my pupils were evenly dilated. Since I’d been lucid in the hours following my head injury, Caleb had reluctantly decided my concussion, if I had one, wasn’t that bad, and he’d continue to monitor me throughout my sleep.

My nearly-naked monitor was, however, snoring softly when I woke up. I bit my lip, holding back a laugh.

The moonlight was shining through the window, and I could see a million stars. I placed my hand on Caleb’s cheek, and he blinked awake.

“You okay?” he asked muzzily. Then his gaze sharpened. “Ah, shit, I fell asleep!”

“Well, Dr. Killeen, I guess you’re going to have to redo your residency,” I admonished him with a straight face.

Mostly a straight face, anyway. I could feel the corners of my lips quirking up.

Caleb booped me on the nose. “You’re a laugh and a half.”

I pointed out the window. “Look at the sky.”

We adjusted so Caleb could roll on his other side, me spooning him, and he looked out the window.

“Damn,” he said in awe. “That’s beautiful.”

I wrapped my arm around his bare waist and laid my cheek against his. “This is one of the reasons I love coming up here. Everything about this place is beautiful.”

Caleb took my hand and kissed the palm. “Especially the company.”

“Hmm,” I murmured, “that was a little cheesy, but I think I’ll let it go.”

Caleb laughed and twined his fingers with mine. “It’s true. But yeah, I guess that was a bit cheesy.”

We watched the sky for a while, then Caleb turned back to me so we were facing each other on our sides on the narrow bed. He reached out and stroked my cheek.

“Jacey,” he whispered, pressing his lips to mine.

I’d never put my bra back on, so the only barriers between us were my bikini briefs and his boxers. The moonlight made Caleb’s skin glow. It was almost unearthly, like looking at a live marble statue.

“Touch me again?” I begged when our lips parted. “Like you did before?” I felt more bold in the dark, and I ran my hands down over Caleb’s chest.

Caleb wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled me underneath him. He kissed me with unhurried tenderness, his hips settling right where they belonged. I could feel him, hard again, straining for my core. It made me shiver.

“Cold?” he asked.

“N-No,” I said. “Keep going, please.”

“So polite,” Caleb grinned against my lips. He put my palm right over his nipple. “Touch me, too.”

I took his invitation, tentatively stroking his nipple, then rubbing it with my thumb the way he had mine. I could feel his cock swell more against my thigh and took that as a good sign.

Caleb, meanwhile, kissed his way down to the sensitive spot he’d made, drawing on it again. His hands massaged my breasts, and I moaned a little in the back of my throat.

“I’m going to take off your panties, Jacey,” Caleb spoke softly against my breast. “That doesn’t mean I’ll do anything more than we already have. It just gives me better access.”

“O-Okay,” I agreed.

Caleb hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and peeled them down my thighs. He rubbed them through his fingers and grinned. “Wet already.”

“It’s kind of hard not to be. You’re making me into a complete puddle,” I replied with a blush.

“Good.” Caleb tossed my panties the direction my bra had gone and pressed his hand over my mound, rubbing my clit with the butt of his palm.

“Oh my God, Caleb,” I gasped as he latched onto one of my nipples and slid two fingers inside me. Then I winced.

Caleb noticed and his head came up. “Are you sore?”

I nodded. “A little bit. But... not so much I want to stop.”

“Okay. Actually, let me try something else.” Caleb gave my nipple a long, slow lick while he removed his fingers.

I furrowed my brow. “But I said it was good.”

Caleb smiled against my skin as he kissed his way down over my belly. “This might be even better.”