“Think about it, Lucy. We want each other—that much is clear.”
I bite my lip, remembering our night together and all the sinful things Whit did to me.
He presses a finger to my lips. “We’ve only ever had stolen moments—at camp, at that party. And we both know this can’t really go anywhere. But this is sort of an escape from reality, right? A secret weekend. We’re anonymous here. No one knows us. No one knows our parents.”
I nod. “And it’s only for one night?”
“Yeah, I mean, we’re only here for a night, right? So what happens in outer bumfuck Ohio stays here, right?”
I nod again, appreciating the genius in his plan.
“If you want this—me, Lucy, I’m yours. And if not, if I’ve read this all wrong, I’m out, no harm, no foul. I’ll go to my room and go to sleep and drive you back to school in the morning, just like we planned. But ifyou want me as much as I want you, just say the word. Because between here and Madison, no one knows who we are to each other. No one cares that our parents just got married. No one cares that I drive you crazy, and that I’m a little more obsessed with you than I should be. Out here, we’re not our parents’ children, we’re not students, I’m not a party guy, and you’re not an intern. We’re just Whit and Lucy.”
“Caleb.” I say, my voice soft, but clear.
“Yeah?”
I shake my head. “You’re not Whit. Not to me. You’re Caleb.”
He kisses me again and backs us up until my knees hit the edge of the bed. He shoves my suitcase to the floor with a thud, then peels back the covers. We slide onto the sheets together and I smile up at him.
“We’re really doing this? A road trip romance?”
“If that’s what you want. You should know by now, Lucy, I can’t deny you anything.”
“I want this,” I say, running my hands across his chest. Caleb’s body is a beautiful thing, all hard planes and angles, thick muscles and delicious ridges.
For a few moments, we explore each other's bodies with our hands as our lips and tongues tangle together. Soon enough, I’m on my back with Caleb curved into my side. He’s teasing my body with his fingers, lightly dancing them over my flesh.
“Will you show me?”
“Mmmm...show you what?” I ask. Suddenly, I hear the hum of the vibrator and feel the sensation of it on my stomach. Before I can ask him if he’s lost his mind, he kisses me breathless, senseless. He nips at my lips, my jaw, my ear. His touch is intoxicating. I lift my hips to show him how ready I am for his touch, but instead, he places the vibrator in my hand.
“I’d give my left arm to watch you touch yourself, Lucy Belle. And I'm left-handed.”
“Caleb…”
"No pressure, but no damn judgment, either. Never any judgment."
I’m not sure if it’s the look of lust in his eyes or the honesty in his voice, but something in the moment allows me to let go.
Spreading my legs further, I take the vibrator in my right hand and let it hum between my legs for a moment. Whit moans, and I watch him grip his cock.
“You’re killing me, Lucy. But, good Lord, what a way to go.”
Emboldened by his words, I flick the switch with my thumb and the pressure increases. My eyes flutter closed, and I lose myself in the moment. I can sense Caleb right next to me, can smell his cologne, can hear the string of curses he mumbles as I plant my heels on the sheets and let my body react to the onslaught of pleasure. The soft silicone head teases my entrance, and I languish in the sensation. I don’t feel rushed, and I don’t feel any pressure. For the first time in a long time, I just feel good.
My body is a bundle of nerves as I fuck myself with the toy while Caleb watches. I’m wet, so wet, and I’m spurred on by the filthy words he whispers in my ear.
“Holy hell, Lucy, that’s so damn hot. That’s my girl. Spread your legs wider. That’s it. Take it, Lucy. God, you take it so good.”
If I pause to think about what we’re doing, I’ll stop it all together. So I don’t. I just let myself feel each thrust, let my body revel in the sensation. Caleb’s hand covers mine, but he doesn’t take over. I can feel myself getting close and I know my body needs more—more pressure, more friction, more stimulation—so I twist the handle of the vibrator on each upward thrust. It’s so good, and Caleb swallows my gasp with a hungry kiss. My body is on fire as I flick the button once again, triggering the little nub that stimulates my clit.
“God. Damn.” Caleb’s curse sounds like a prayer. “My beautiful girl. Take it. The sight of you giving yourself what you need? Sweet Jesus, Lucy, I feel like I’m in fuckin’ church.”
I can hear myself cry out as my body reaches the high it’s been craving. I should be quiet. I should probably be ashamed. I should not be fucking myself while my stepbrother watches. But as my body flies into the height of release, I don’t care.
I’m spent and my legs are shaking, but Caleb is reverently kissing my lips, my neck, my shoulder. I reach for him, but he evades my touch and stretches his arm to the ground, grabbing his joggers and fishing a condom out of his wallet. His eyes drift to mine, and when he says my name, I meet his gaze.
