Prisoner (All of You Book 1) (7 page)

I hold in a chuckle.  “Do you want something?”  I kiss first one nipple, and then the other.  Then I kiss between them, and down her cleavage to her rock hard stomach.

“I want it all,” she murmurs, unashamed.  I flick my tongue against her belly button, and her body shakes in reply.  Her feet somehow find their way onto my thighs, and she’s rubbing them gently.  “Please, can I have it all?” 

“Oh, Jesus.”  I feel like my cock is about to leap out of my pants, but I know what she wants first.  As I lean toward her pretty pink pussy, her feet move around my waist, and dig in at the small of my back.  Her fingers tug a little harder.  “You’re horny, huh?”

“You’re just that damn good,” she says.  I think she’s telling the truth.

This is so surreal.  It’s unreal that she’s here.  It’s crazy that she wants me.  I softly blow against her core.  She lifts her hips, straining them up toward my lips.  My fingers find her nipples, right before I lean forward, and taste her.

“Ahhhh,” she sighs loudly.  She really does want me.  She enjoys what I do to her.  She likes it.  She spreads her thighs even more, and relaxes her torso.  I move my hands down her stomach, down, to spread her hairless lips, right before I consume her. 

My tongue enters her, and she starts grunting.  She still has hold of my hair, and she’s shoving herself into my face.  I don’t care.  I could suffocate in her and I’d die happy. 

“Put your fingers in me,” she murmurs.  “Make me come.”

“Oh, baby, I’ve got something that will make you come,” I reply.  With her words my cock jerks, and strains, and reminds my brain that it has needs too. 

“Then give it to me.”  I look up her perfect body, and see the desire in her eyes.  She’s looking at me.  I have her attention.  She’s not imagining I’m someone else. 

I stand up, and drop my scrubs, and take a step into her.  “You want it?”  Yea, ten inches is a little intimidating.  Yea, her green eyes get wide when she sees this much cock again.  But her hands go out to caress it, and her tongue goes out to lick the tip.  She’s so fucking sexy, I can’t take my eyes off her.  I reach down on the cot blindly searching for a condom, because if I don’t get my dick inside her soon I’m gonna embarrass myself.

As I try to open the foil package, she puts her lips around the head, and sucks it into her mouth.  I put one hand out and brace myself against the wall, and the other buries itself in her hair.  I pull her closer, as I shove it deeper.  She begins to gag, and I sigh loudly.  I’m looking down on her, watching her struggle to take the full ten inches.  Then her green eyes travel up my body, her head tips back, and I see tears glistening in her bright green eyes.  My balls, and my stomach muscles, are so tight it almost hurts.  When her head is at the right angle, I feel the head of my dick slide past the back of her tongue, and it’s right there against her throat.  I can’t stop myself.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter, as my hot come squirts into her mouth.  Then she swallows, and I feel the muscles contracting against the most sensitive part of my body, and it’s more pleasure than I can handle.  I close my eyes, and I let out a loud, guttural cry.

Physically and mentally exhausted, I fall to my knees in front of her.  My forehead rests on her naked thigh.  Then I hear, “You can do that again, can’t you?”

“Baby, you have no idea what you’re asking for.”  I chuckle, as I kiss her soft skin, and inhale her sweetness.

She moans a little, and whispers, “You promised you’d get me off.”

“It’ll take longer next time,” I warn her. 

She smiles at the idea.  “God, I hope so.”

Yea, this woman is definitely worth waiting ten years for.  “Let me kiss your pretty pussy until my cock is ready for you again.”

“It’s what I’ve waited a week for,” she sighs, and gets comfortable on the cot.  Her fingers again reach out for my hair.  I’m already hard.

Chapter Ten

Lani

I’ve spent most of the night in different sexual positions.  Some of them I’ve done before, like standing up and bent at the waist, with my hands against the wall.  “If you really don’t want it in your ass, you’re gonna hafta get up on your tiptoes,” he’d growled from behind me, and before grabbing my hips and practically lifting me off the ground.  But in the end he was the one with his knees bent, to accommodate my height.  He spent about fifteen minutes in that position, but he got another gushing orgasm out of me for it, and probably even better glutes than he already had.

This one, though, I’m not so sure about.  “Now grab your ankles,” he orders me. 

“You’re not going to shove that in my ass, are you?”  My ass is on the edge of the cot again, my toes are pressed against the cinderblock wall, and he’s leaning toward me.  I feel like I’ve died, and I’m in yoga hell.  He rubs his finger against my ass, and I jump away from him.  “You’re kidding me now, right?”  I drop my ankles to my rump, wrap my arms around my knees, and look up into his eyes that are darker than the darkest night. 

“Does this look like I’m kidding?” he asks, as he holds his thick meat at the base, and it rubs against my toes.  His eyes grow wide for a moment, and I smile up at him. 

“Do you have some sort of foot fetish?”  I tease, and I rub my toes against the head.  He’s so wet, it’s shocking.  We’ve already done it five times not including the time he came down my throat, yet he’s still hard, still wet, and still ready to do it again.

“Stop,” he chuckles, but instead of pulling it away, he guides it against my skin.

“I think you like my feet,” I murmur.  We’re still gazing into each other’s eyes, as we have most of the night.  After hours of sex, we’re both still smiling at each other, still teasing each other.  He’s not tired of me yet, and I haven’t yet gotten enough of his big cock.  I don’t think there are enough hours in the day.

“I just like you touching me,” he admits.  “Hand me another condom.”  This time they’ve probably given him half a dozen, because this is the last one.

“This is the last time, better make it count.”  I hand him the condom, and our fingertips brush.  We’ve had sex way too many times tonight, and I still feel an electric shock when we touch.  “After this one, you have to let me sleep.”

“Oh, really, is this too much dick for you?”  I hear the foil open, and it’s exciting.  I don’t know how many times I’ve had sex with him during the two nights we’ve spent together, and still it sends a shiver down my spine to know that I’m getting it again.

“Probably,” I admit, as I resume the yoga hell position.

“Weren’t you the one earlier saying, ‘Do it again, Tony’?”  He’s mocking me, as he puts his hands over mine on my ankles.  Then, he twines our fingers together somehow, and spreads my legs a little, so I’m forced to look at him again.

“Yea, that was probably me.”  I want to make a little jab about the hooker he could have ended up with, the one who’s probably still servicing the guards and maybe the other inmates, but he’s sliding his long cock inside me.  He’s filling me, but somehow it’s not too much.

“Ummm… God you feel good.”  He glances away from my eyes, and looks down at where our bodies meet.  “And you have the perfect pussy.”

“Thanks, I think.”  It comes out in a breathy sigh.  “I mean, it’s not like you’ve had a lot of pussy lately.”

His eyes meet mine again, and he looks shocked.  “I can’t believe no one else has told you how beautiful your cunt is.”  Beautiful, and cunt; two words I never expected to hear together in my life.  But somehow, he makes it work.  Especially since his eyes are travelling slowly over my body, resting again on the cunt in question.  He even pushes my legs back a little to get a better view.

The sex is almost relaxing, and gentle, until he wiggles his hips against me, and he finds my g-spot again.  I inhale loudly, in several choppy pants.  He smiles, as if that’s the reaction he expected.  I can’t talk now, I can barely breathe.

I feel like he’s playing with me now.  He’s taking his time, and drawing reactions out of me.  He’s already had, what, six orgasms?  He’s not going to come anytime soon.  Right now, this is all for me.  He pulls one of his hands away, even though I try to hold on. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it baby,” he sighs.  Then his fingers find my clit, and his eyes are back on my face to watch my reaction.  My eyes and my mouth both go wide open, and he gives me a self-satisfied smile.  “That’s what I like to see.  Now come for me again, and I might let you sleep.”

Why did I have to meet this man in prison?  This is some cruel karma.  This is the universe’s payment for me being such a self-centered brat.  “Thank you,” I whisper, to Tony and the universe, as I feel my muscles contract.

Tony

She’s lying on my chest, all comfortable and relaxed after the marathon sex session, and I wrap both my arms around her waist.  “Are you a call girl?” 

She immediately pulls away from me, but I have her anchored tightly against my stomach.  “No, I’m not a fucking call girl,” she yells, as if it’s the most outlandish idea ever. 

“Not meaning to insult you, or anything, but you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve laid eyes on in a while, and you’re fucking amazing in bed.”

She half-heartedly struggles against me, but she’s already worn out.  I made damn sure of that.  Finally she rests her head on my chest again, and my fingers go to her thick, reddish-brownish-blondish hair that reminds me of copper and gold.  “That’s all you,” she mumbles.

“What?”  I ask.  I heard her, but I want her to say it again, louder.

“You’re fucking amazing in bed.  You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she states.  I smile.  “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yea,” I say with a smile.  “And don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.”  She yawns, and snuggles closer into my body. 

I know she will though.  She’ll go back to her life, and she’ll forget all about the prisoner who was nothing more than something she was forced to do to stay alive.  I lie there, and rub my fingers through her hair.  Half of it has escaped her ponytail, and the silky strands are almost as soft as her creamy skin. 

I wish I’d met her on the outside.  I wish I was free to wish for a life with her.  But it will never happen.  It’s just that, a wish.  She’ll forget about me as soon as she’s gone.

“Vaden, time to wake up.”  I hear the hatch open, and a female voice calls out to her.  It’s oddly familiar.  She opens her eyes, and searches for mine.  When she finds them, she smiles at me. 

“Another morning, waking up with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I say, as I smile back at her.

“You’re in prison, so you don’t see many girls,” she deflects, and resorts to sarcasm.  It’s her defense mechanism.  I kiss her mouth lightly.  “Can I piss, and get dressed?” she yells it loudly.

“Two minutes, Vaden,” the voice replies.  The hatch doesn’t close. 

“I love pissing with an audience,” she grumbles, and hurries to the toilet.  But instead of peeing, she pukes.  I rush to her side, and hold her hair.

“Are you okay?”  I ask gently.  She nods, and hurls again.  “Are you sick?”

“I’ve been nauseous, since I took the pill,” she admits.  She flushes the commode, then sits and pees.  I give her a bottle of water, to wash out her mouth.  She swishes, and spits in the commode, then flushes it again.

“What pill?”  I demand, although I think I know.

“The pill, the morning after,” she says, as she avoids my eyes.  “I wish I hadn’t taken it.” 

“Me too,” I say.  Although, I can’t be a father, locked up in prison.  But I want her to be pregnant, with my baby.  I want it more than anything.  She nods, and slowly gets dressed. 

“One minute,” the voice says, as she’s pulling on her pants.  She gazes into my eyes, right before she pulls the blindfold down over hers.

“I’ll see you next week,” I say. 

“If you’re lucky,” she replies, right before they take her.

I lie back on my cot, close my eyes, and think of her bright green eyes and copper hair until I go to sleep.

Lani

I’m in the back of a patrol car again, with Jenna.  I wonder how she spent her night.  I bet the same way as me, but I also bet her night wasn’t half as pleasurable.

“Hey, Jenna, isn’t Vaden a welcome change from the last time you were here?”  De Soto calls out. 

“Yea, that bitch was crazy,” Jenna says.  “But not the last time, I think it was…”  Then she stops, as if she’s trying to think of something, but can’t remember.

“Yea, it was the last time.  Hard to forget something like that,” De Soto corrects her.  And I wonder if they’re talking about Addison.

“I tried to tell her to stay quiet and do what the guards say.  I tried to warn her to keep her mouth shut.  But some bitches don’t listen.”  Jenna is so nonchalant.  Thank God I am in handcuffs, or I would smack her down like a bitch.  And De Soto too.

“If I could pick the ideal inmate, I’d say it’d have to be Vaden.  I mean, she doesn’t talk back.  She doesn’t complain.  If I could just get her to put out, she’d be perfect,” De Soto says.  And that puts him on the short list of people I’d like to kill, and those I think are probably responsible for Addy’s death.

But this little conversation also reassures me that Addison’s cellmate didn’t get into a fight with her.  I wonder if I can get her alone when we’re at the jail. 

“You’re going to make me jealous, De Soto.  I might not let you go first next time.”  Jenna is obviously teasing.  The two of them are very comfortable together.  If I spoke to her, if I asked her about Addison, she would probably tell De Soto.  They seem to be very buddy buddy.  Thankfully, we’re back at the jail, and I can spend the day in my cell, thinking about my approach.  And Tony.  I’m sure I’ll think a lot about Tony.

When De Soto pulls me out of the car, his hands linger too long on mine.  If I really wanted to, I could probably pull him into a sexual relationship and get the truth out of him.  But I’m not that desperate.  Hopefully I can get it by other means.  “Thanks,” I say sweetly, but I pull my hand away.  Mixed signals, for some reason guys love them.