-Jacey-
My father ended up dropping us at a car rental agency, huffing and puffing over the Greyhound Bus Station having closed. We spent three-and-a-half awkward hours in the car, stopping at rest stops and gas stations only when Jeanie said she needed a break.
I would have rather peed my pants than ask my father for anything at that point. It was bad enough I’d cried. Caleb had been a love and kept his finger curled in my belt loop all the way to Thunder Bay.
“I suppose I’ll have to pay for the car, too,” my father grumbled, getting out of the Suburban.
Caleb stopped him. “Don’t bother. I’ve got it covered. And don’t expect to see us for a day or two. We need to cool off, and so do you.”
My father glowered at Caleb, but it was best not to owe him anything. I guessed Caleb had discovered that, too.
“What’s going on?” Jeanie asked from the truck.
“Caleb’s decided he’s a man, now. Even though he can’t pay for his own college education,” my father called back.
It was the wrong thing to say. Caleb gave my father a tight smile. I grabbed his elbow so he didn’t punch my father in the face.
But it was so much worse. “I guess I’ll have to get it from my father’s estate that you’ve been mooching off all these years, then.”
My father turned absolutely white. “I have done no such thing!”
“Good. Then there’ll be more for me. Guess you’re screwed, Mom. I hope you really love Hank because that’s my money as much as it is yours, and I’m using it to become a doctor now. Guess you can’t count on that little nest egg anymore,” Caleb said, folding his arms.
“That’s your mother’s money—” Hank began.
“Actually, it’s not. Hasn’t been since I turned eighteen. Didn’t you put an addition on the house last year? Maybe I should sue,” Caleb replied flatly. “I’m done letting you dangle shit over my head. If it comes down to it, I’ll pay for Jacey’s education, too. You treat her like shit.”
Jeanie looked distressed, her hands going over her belly again.
“Let’s just go, Caleb,” I said, tugging on his arm. “We can work all that out later when everybody’s not angry.”
Caleb glanced at his mother, sneered back at my father, then turned his back on the both of them.
“Don’t you go upsetting your mother,” my father yelled after us. “You call to tell us you’re all right.”
“Will do,” Caleb agreed with a wave of his hand.
I felt a little relieved that we’d at least established that rule. Caleb bent down and grabbed both our packs, slinging one over each shoulder as we walked into the car rental place.
Half an hour later, we were in a small sedan, our packs in the back seat, Caleb driving. He’d chosen a stick shift once he learned I could drive one, too.
We traveled down the highway toward Grand Portage at the U.S./Canadian border. It was about an hour’s drive, during which Caleb could finally put a hand on my thigh, and I could twine my fingers with his.
We weren’t stopped at the border, simply flashed our passports and went on our way. I was surprised, however, when Caleb pulled off the road and drove into the Mt. Josephine rest stop.
“Caleb?” I asked when he parked as far from the facilities as possible.
“I need to touch you,” Caleb said, his voice shaking with need.
I swallowed. “Sh-Should we go find a hotel?”
“Yes. But I need you now,” Caleb replied. “I couldn’t stand it in the Suburban with your father and my mother. Let me hold you, please?”
It was the “please” that did me in. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, examining the gear shift and the steering wheel. I just wasn’t sure, in a car this size, if I was going to be able to squeeze into Caleb’s lap.
“Get in the back seat,” Caleb said. “Take off your pants and panties.”
I bit my lip. “That’s more than holding me, Caleb.”
“Nobody’s around. Please?” Caleb asked again. He ran his thumb under my lower lip, pulling it out from between my teeth.
I sighed and nodded. I’d missed his touch as well.
Caleb grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard, hungrily. Then he backed off a bit to let me get out of the passenger seat.
Shaking with anticipation, I got in the back seat and leaned against the closed door so I could wriggle out of my pants and panties.
Caleb opened the opposite door just as I was finishing. He unzipped his pants, then climbed in the back seat and closed the door behind him.
His magnificent cock was already rigid, and I licked my lips just looking at it.
“How flexible are you?” Caleb asked, staring at me with hooded eyes filled with desire.
“Very,” I replied, my voice husky.
“Can you get your ankles behind your head?” Caleb said.
I nodded. It was a party trick from when I was at sleepovers as a young girl, but I could still do it.
“Excellent. Do it,” Caleb ordered.
I pulled my legs up and got my ankles to lock behind my head.
Caleb stared down at my exposed slit and gave me a slow smile. “You’re so beautiful, Jacey. Everywhere.”
My blush may have reached my mound, but I soon had no thoughts of embarrassment. I had no thoughts at all swimming around my head as Caleb leaned down and kissed my nether lips.
“Caleb...” I moaned.
Caleb flicked his tongue over my clit then settled in to deeply and truly pleasure me, sucking my clit while his fingers worked me to wetness.
It didn’t take long for me to come around Caleb’s fingers with a loud gasp. My legs might have come down and kicked Caleb, only he realized what my pleasure would do to me and gripped my legs to steady them while I shuddered.
Then the large head of him was at my entrance. “Baby, pull up your shirt. I want to see your breasts,” Caleb said as he began easing his large cock into me.
I panted at the size of him. No matter how many times we did it, he always felt huge inside of me. With shaking hands, I lifted my shirt and freed my breasts from my bra so Caleb could look all he wanted.
My reward was the feel of his cock swelling impossibly more inside me.
“Caleb,” I whimpered with need.
“Hold your legs up, baby,” Caleb grunted, starting to thrust.
I wrapped my arms around my legs just to give some extra support. Caleb leaned his weight on his arms, his head swooping down to take a nipple in his mouth while he fucked me hard.
Little cries of pleasure issued from my throat, and Caleb swallowed them with his mouth when his lips fused to mine.
“I’m cumming inside, baby,” Caleb whispered hotly in my ear as I felt my orgasm building.
I wouldn’t have expected any less, but nodded against his cheek anyway.
After two more thrusts, I cried out as pleasure rolled over me. I felt myself tighten around Caleb’s cock.
Caleb groaned then filled me with his hot cum, pushed all the way in me to the hilt.
I reached for Caleb, pulling him in for a satiated kiss.
“Mmm, baby you feel so good,” Caleb sighed, keeping his cock buried inside me just a moment longer.
I laughed and combed my fingers through his hair. “We really should find a hotel.”
“That’s true. Otherwise I’ll be ravaging you at every rest stop from here to Vermillion,” Caleb chuckled. “Not that I’d mind...”
I swatted him. “Hotel. I don’t want a park ranger tapping the window and telling us kids to put our clothes back on.”
“Fair enough.” Caleb gently pulled out of me, then fondled my nipple while he kissed me.
“Hotel!” I gasped a reprimand, as ready to go a second time as he was. But someone had to have some sense.
Caleb grumbled a protest but did his pants back up and helped me into mine.
He used my underwear—again—to clean me up, and put the panties in his back pocket.
I was going to have to see if Victoria’s Secret offered lines of credit.
Looking mussed, Caleb crawled back out of the car and pulled me out after him. When he closed the door behind us, he pressed me against it for a steamy kiss.
“Caleb!” I breathed against his lips. “Hotel, hotel!”
“Good thing we told the parents we’d be a few days because we’re not leaving that hotel for a while,” Caleb muttered and stepped back, pulling his T-shirt out of his pants to hide his erection.
“Should we call them?” I asked, guilt pricking me a little, and not for the first time.
Caleb smoothed down the hair that had escaped my braid and shook his head. “Not until we’re at the hotel. When I’m cock deep inside you. THEN we’ll call.”
“CALEB!” I gaped, scandalized.
Caleb gave me a wicked grin. “Wouldn’t it be something, though?”
I thought he was joking. I hoped he was. He kissed my frown away then escorted me to the passenger side of the car and ushered me in.
Caleb got behind the wheel again, and while he drove, I found us a reasonably-priced motel near Grand Marais.
We parked outside an L-shaped, one-level, light gray, homey-looking motel. Caleb took our waterproof packs out of the trunk and hefted one over each shoulder once again, just grinning at me when I offered to take mine.
The motel office had wood-paneled walls and a great big moose head over the front desk. A flannel-wearing older man in suspenders with flyaway gray hair combed over a shiny bald center smiled at us as we entered.
“Hi, we’d like a room, please,” Caleb said, setting our packs on the floor for the time being.
“Sure thing. How many nights?” the older gentleman asked. “And do you want a room with a kitchenette or...?”
“Could we have a room with just a queen bed? We’ll figure out meals on our own,” I said quickly, trying to make sure we chose the least costly room. Especially since Caleb would be paying for it.
Caleb raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Kitchenette, please. And three nights, if you don’t mind. We’d like to see a bit of the area.”
“Caleb...” I whispered.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got it covered,” Caleb said, and kissed my temple.
The older gentleman at the desk chuckled. “My missus doesn’t like spending money on the little luxuries, either. Don’t you worry, honey. It’s not that much more for the kitchenette.”
I sighed and let Caleb pay for the upgraded room. But I did pick up my own bag this time before Caleb could.
“Ooo, boy, you’d better watch yourself. You’ve got a feisty one there,” the older gentleman laughed.
“Don’t I know it,” Caleb replied, though more to himself than to the desk clerk.
Once I got outside, of course, I had no idea which way I was going, since I hadn’t seen the room number on the key. A real deadbolt key.
Caleb took my hand firmly and marched us in the direction of the room with the kitchenette—Room 3, as it turned out.
“Don’t be mad, please?” Caleb asked, the cutest puppy-dog expression on his face. “I really want us to have a nice time, and if we have a kitchenette—”
“There’s more surfaces for us to have sex on?” I scoffed.
Caleb paused a beat outside our door then burst out laughing. “Well, yeah, that, too, but I was thinking I could cook for you. We might be able to save money on meals.”
Oh God. I knew I was blushing to the roots of my hair, and there was nothing I could do about it. I wished the ground would swallow me whole.
“I like your thinking, though,” Caleb smirked at me.
“Yeah, well, you only THINK you’re getting lucky,” I huffed, pushing past him once the door was open. I stomped into the bedroom with its one queen-sized bed and dropped my bag by the wood-paneled wall. There was something charming about the rustic nature of the place, but I was busy being angry at Caleb. Or maybe just embarrassed at myself. Or something.
Caleb plopped his bag in a chair and walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Baby, don’t be like that,” he begged, nuzzling my neck.
I wasn’t even entirely sure why I was being “like that” anymore. I pouted and peeked up at Caleb. “I really did research this motel.”
“I know, baby. I’m sorry. I just wanted to do a little upgrade. It’s a great motel, and very reasonably priced,” Caleb reassured me.
I pouted a moment longer, then gave in with a sigh. “I don’t suppose I’d be able to lie next to you all night in that bed and NOT have sex.”
“That’s my baby,” Caleb murmured. He slid his hand down past the waistband of my pants. “Let me make it up to you.”