-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.”
“What are you...?” I asked as Caleb prowled right off the end of the bed, kneeling on the floor. Then he put his hands under my knees and tugged so my ass was perched right over the end of the bed.
It wasn’t until Caleb put my legs over his shoulders that I realized what he planned to do. “Caleb!”
“Shh, trust me. It’s okay.” Caleb put his mouth on my nether lips, delivering a kiss there before parting me open with his thumbs. “I’m going to taste you.”
“C-Caleb...” I said uncertainly, not sure if I was going to taste good.
Caleb gave me a long, slow lick from my virgin hole to my clit. “Mmm...” he murmured.
I was shaking with anticipation, my whole body on fire for him. “Please, Caleb. Please.”
He chuckled again, probably at my politeness, but did not leave me waiting. His clever tongue swirled up into me while he rubbed my clit with his nose.
I was so shocked by the sensation that I nearly bucked him off me, but Caleb held me down gently but firmly so he could eat me out at his own pace.
“Caleb...” I moaned, my hand fisting in his hair as my body began the first tremors of an orgasm. I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.
When I came, I cried out his name again, rubbing myself against his face. I could feel him lapping up my juices, swallowing the evidence of my pleasure.
I was still trembling when Caleb stood, his cock straining in his boxers. There was even a small wet spot where the tip of him touched the cotton.
“Are you going to cum on my stomach again?” I asked as Caleb slipped his cock out of his boxer shorts.
“Yeah,” Caleb said, standing over me with his cock in hand.
I swallowed, watching him stroke himself. Then I made a decision.
“Would you rather cum... inside me?” I whispered.
Caleb stilled. He squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, there was a passion so raw in them that it struck me all the way to my core. And my core.
“Are you sure?” he rumbled.
I nodded and scooted back up the bed, holding his eyes, letting him see that I had no doubts.
Caleb prowled up after me. “It’s gonna hurt a bit,” he warned me.
“I kind of figured, what with that bat you’re swinging,” I joked nervously.
The intensity of Caleb’s gaze made me stop laughing, though. “I’m a big man,” he said. “You’re not scared?”
“A little,” I admitted. I held out my arms to him. “But I want my first time to be with you.”
Caleb groaned and kissed me hard. He darted his tongue into my mouth, taking my mouth the way I knew he was about to take my body.
I trusted Caleb, though. I trusted him with everything I had, everything I was. He was a good man, a kind stepbrother, and a caring lover. I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to change my mind.
While he kissed me forcefully, willing me to submit to him, his palm skimmed down over my belly and over my slit. He pressed two fingers into me, working them around carefully, scissoring them a bit.
It felt both good and uncomfortable at the same time. I suspected his cock would feel much the same inside me.
Despite the discomfort, I could feel myself getting wet for him again.
“That’s it, baby,” Caleb mumbled against my lips. “Let me get you all worked up. Just relax. I’m gonna take good care of you.”
It was the first time he’d called me “baby.” The pet name warmed my heart. “Am I your baby?” I whispered.
“Damn straight.” Caleb curled his fingers inside me again, hitting just the right spot.
This time, when I came, Caleb lifted my thigh over his hip. I had just crested my orgasm and was coming back down when Caleb lined himself up with my entrance and pushed his tip inside me.
Just the tip was enough to make me gasp.
“Baby, relax. We’ve got a lot more to go. I want you to take all of me.” Caleb began to slowly push himself deeper. “Shit, you’re tight!”
An inch or two later, I felt him come up against resistance, and I whimpered at the burning sensation as he pushed.
Caleb took one of my hands and threaded his fingers through mine. “It’s okay, baby. Breathe through it. I’m going to take care of that right now.”
I wasn’t quite sure how he intended to “take care” of it until he squeezed my hand and lunged, pushing the rest of himself in all at once.
There was a sharp pain, and I cried out, squeezing Caleb’s hand. Tears filled my eyes and fell down my cheeks. It really hurt.
Caleb stayed still, not moving inside me. He wrapped his arms around me, one around my waist, the other cradling the back of my head. “Breathe, baby. Breathe. It’s okay. It’s okay. That part’s over now.”
I thought of begging Caleb to pull out, but when he tenderly kissed my tears, I decided I could stand it just this once. He needed this. I could feel his swollen need inside me.
“Is it—is it going to h-hurt like that if we keep going?” I still asked on a whimper. I wanted to be prepared, at least.
Caleb shook his head, holding me to him. “That’s the worst it’s ever going to feel. You’re going to be sore if we keep going, and you’ll be sore the next few times we have sex, but that goes away. I promise.”
“Okay.” I took a deep breath. “Go slow?”
“I will, baby.” Caleb kissed me, then brought his hands down to my hips.
I felt his cock slowly slide out to the tip, then push back in. Again. And again. And again. Each time, he filled me to the hilt of him.
Caleb moved his thumb in to rub my clit while he moved inside me. My angry, raw core perked up a little at the sensation.
“Fuck me, you feel so good, Jacey,” Caleb groaned. “You’re so wet... so tight...”
I hugged my arms around Caleb’s neck, burying my face in his shoulder. “I feel full,” I mumbled into his skin, a bit embarrassed by this talk.
Caleb kissed my shoulder. “Baby, I need to go a little harder... I know you’re sore. But bear with me, okay?”
“Okay.” I clung to Caleb while he began thrusting sharply inside me. It hurt, but not nearly as much as when he’d torn past my hymen. I even felt a little bit aroused by what he was doing to my clit.
“Mmm, I’m close, baby. I-I’m gonna cum,” Caleb groaned.
Much to my surprise, just as Caleb pushed deeper in me than he’d been before and released the first spurt of his hot cum in me, I also came. It wasn’t a strong orgasm, but it was enough.
Caleb was still cumming when my little orgasm was over, moaning into my hair. I could feel him jerking in me, filling me with his hot seed. I stroked his hair, holding him while he finished.
His cock went soft, or at least I thought it had. It went softer, anyway, not as swollen in me.
“What happens now?” I asked softly, still holding Caleb.
Caleb gave me a sweaty kiss. Then he looked up at the window and smiled. “Now we watch some shooting stars, I guess.”
I looked past his shoulder, and sure enough, there were shooting stars streaking across the sky. “Oh wow,” I whispered.
“Happy Birthday, Jacey,” Caleb said, capturing my lips once more.