Page 14 of Stranded
“Fuck. Fuck,” he hissed. His palm came down hard on my ass. I cried out and came again, even as he spurted all over my ass.
Shit, why hadn’t he come inside me?
Our harsh breathing filled the air. What now? My ass was sticky with the evidence of what we’d just done. My face felt prickly and sensitive from the stubble of his two-day-old beard.
And this man was my stepfather. One who didn’t have any form of erectile dysfunction at all like they’d claimed.
“At least we know there’s nothing wrong with your dick,” I said to inject some humor into the situation. Otherwise, I would be sick with worry. Somehow this was my fault. I just knew it was.
How was I supposed to face him?
“Up.” Jackson shoved me to my feet and stood. “Use some water and wash off. But only one bottle and don’t go deeper into the RV. The structure isn’t sound.”
6
JACKSON
Aiden was falling behind even though I’d slowed my pace for him to catch up. We’d been walking for the past two days without an end in sight. I didn’t want to admit it and make him more anxious, but we were lost. And running out of the rations we’d brought with us. I’d already taken to eating just a little and giving him the bulk of the food to keep his energy up. He needed it more than me.
“How much longer?” He hunched over with his hands on his thighs, breathing hard. “I’m not sure how much more I can take.”
“Come on, Aiden. You’ve been doing well. Keep up.”
Thank fuck for the despondency of our situation so we didn’t have time to dwell much on what we did at night. Rubbing each other off until we came and fell asleep in each other’s arms. At least he often fell asleep while I kept watch and felt guilty.
Those were the best times on this ill-begotten journey: Aiden falling asleep in my arms with all his walls down. I’d stare at his face, barely visible beneath the moonlight. By morning, I’d find the resolve to keep pushing. He needed to survive this. He was so young. This was no way for such a beautiful boy todie in the desert from hunger and dehydration, his stepfather masturbating with him being the last moment of intimacy he would ever know.
Now if I died…I’d more than deserve it because I should know better. Aiden was freaked out and not thinking straight. He was vulnerable, and I’d preyed on that, taking from him for my pleasure.
And each night I rubbed our cocks together while feasting on his mouth, it got harder not to go any further.
“I can’t.” After another hour, Aiden stopped walking and plopped down on a boulder. “My feet ache.”
Tears slipped down his cheeks. My heart broke at the sight. If only I could take away his pain, get us out of this mess. Instead, I’d been leading us to wander in the desert. Helpless, I kneeled in front of him and brushed away his tears. “It’s okay, Aiden. We’ll get through this together.”
He shook his head and looked away from me. “You should go on without me. I can’t keep up, and I don’t want to slow you down any more than I already have. You can make it out alive if you leave me here.”
The tears streamed down his face faster.
“I’m not going to leave you.”
“You were right. I’m useless. I can’t do anything right. The only thing I’m good at is sucking dick, but that’s not going to help us survive being stranded in the desert.”
“I was wrong for saying that. There’s a lot more to you than that, Aiden. You have your design thing going for you.”
“I flunked out.”
“What?”
He clutched my dirty shirt, ripe with sweat. “I didn’t want to tell you because I was ashamed.”
I swallowed, my throat tight with emotion. I was ashamed of all the times I’d belittled him and cursed at him just to makemyself feel better about my misplaced attraction. I should have found another way to deal with it.
My chest ached in a way that had nothing to do with walking miles through the desert heat without rest or food. If we got out of here, I had a lot to make up for.
“Save your breath,” I said. “We’ll rest for a bit and then get back on the road. When we get home, we’ll talk, clear up all this, and I will help you do what you want. Okay?” I caressed his dirty cheek.
God, I hated seeing him like this. Aiden was vibrant, his eyes spitting mad or full of laughter. This dullness in their depths, as though he’d given up, wasn’t like him. Where was my little spitfire?
