Then Adam stood and reversed himself. Lamar leaned in the chair, panting, and Adam stroked his own cock in front of Lamar's face.
Lamar looked up and saw Adam growl, "I don't have to like you."
"Oh," said Lamar, as he cupped Adam's heavy balls. "But I like you quite a bit." Then he opened his mouth and took Adam down all the way. He sucked and pulled Adam's climax from deep inside--the man was already so close. It wiped the snarl off Adam's face and left stunned admiration. Unlike Adam, Lamar swallowed. And he took back the control he'd lost.
Lamar stood and touched Adam's chin with his finger. "What do you say?"
A little breathless, Adam gasped, "Thank you, Warden."
"You're welcome." Lamar gathered Adam's clothes and turned him toward the gate. "Now, I'll escort you back to your cell."
Adam didn't protest walking naked, or the claim that Lamar left trailing down his legs. Instead, he asked, "What happens in Corrections?"
"Nothing good, I'm afraid. Some pain. Some humiliation. You never get to come, even if you like it."
Lamar felt Adam shiver and knew the man would do his best to avoid heading to Corrections. Good. Lamar had too many things left to show the man.
--//--
A day didn't go by when Lamar didn't have to punish someone or another. He thought the rules were fair and straightforward. But some inmates couldn't behave. He sent three to Corrections in the morning and another six back to their cells in the middle of their yard time. Frustrated, Lamar busied himself in his office, away from the inmates, for much of the rest of the day. Eventually, though, even he got a little stir crazy.
Lamar pinched his nose, driving away an oncoming headache. He needed a personnel file from Jonathan. And some way to drive this stress away.
A deep smile crawled across Lamar's face. It had been over a week since he'd seen Adam. Maybe the man was missing him.
Lamar locked his office door and took a detour down to Jonathan's room. He found the man leaning all the way back in his office chair and groaning his appreciation.
"Jonathan."
The man opened an eye and smiled, "Yeah, boss?"
"Send me a copy of the new hire's contact info. I need to wrap up his paperwork."
"You got it. As soon as my boy, here, is done with me." Jonathan's eyes squeezed shut and he lifted his hips.
Lamar laughed, "Have you got your cock buried in his mouth again?"
"Oh, yeah I do, Warden."
"Good for you."
Jonathan's arm moved, guiding his boy's head in just the right rhythm. He bit his lip. "Yeah. You love that."
Lamar closed Jonathan's office door and hurried toward cell block one. He had an inmate to find.
Most the block milled about in their common room, finishing dinner or arguing over the television. Adam wasn't there. A check with one of the officers confirmed he'd already eaten and left. Which mean there was only one place for him to go.
Lamar's wide smile startled inmates out of his way. He strode into washroom. No Adam at the lockers.
Someone turned on the water. Lamar threaded his way to the back of the washroom where steam billowed from a single stall. For a minute, Lamar just watched him, all gleaming skin and corded muscle. Then Adam turned in his shower and spotted him. Froze where he was.
Lamar's cock throbbed for attention. He couldn't pass up this chance. Not on his life. He began to unbutton his shirt. "I haven't received a single complaint about you since you've been here, Adam."
"No, Warden." The conversation seemed to jerk Adam back into action. He lathered his hair and tilted his head back to rinse it. His eyes narrowed. He watched Lamar strip in front of him.
Lamar saw Adam's cock bob and lift. He stepped out of his pants and folded everything to the side. With a palm full of lube, he coated his own dark erection and stood at the edge of Adam's shower stall. "I think that means you get a small reward. Something personal from me."
Adam ran his wide hand down his chest and lifted his lengthening cock, sliding his hand down to the tip. "Do I get to choose?"
"Not this time." Lamar squeezed his arousal and licked his lips. "Turn around, Adam. And lean forward. Let me see your ass."
Adam turned, leaning into the shower as he arched his back for the Warden. Lamar saw Adam's cock bob again between his legs, the head just peeking. Lamar pet one globe of Adam's ass in appreciation.
"Your squats make this look good." Then Lamar pushed his cock into that tight hole and slid deep inside.
Both of them moaned. Lamar held Adam's hips and slid out. In. He used his thumbs to part Adam's ass and watch the progress his cock made. Adam leaned into him, both hands on the tile wall. They rocked as Lamar thrust.
"Tell me what my cock does to you, Adam."
The inmate groaned. "You're big. You fill me up all the way. Warden, I . . . you make me like it."
Lamar smiled. He knew it. "Do you want your reward?"
"Yes, Warden."
Lamar ran his hand up Adam's neck and gripped the hair he found. "You're going to like it, I promise."
"Please." Adam let his head fall back.
Lamar liked the way his hips slapped into Adam's ass. He let the sound wash over him. The water cascaded between them. "Touch yourself. You can come before me."
Adam groaned and his hips immediately jerked. It only took a few more strokes for Adam to arch and spend himself. Lamar enjoyed the way Adam's ass clenched around him. He thrust several more times and pulled out. He pushed Adam around and made him lean against the tile. "Put your hands on me, Adam."
The inmate did, filling his palms with Lamar's thick cock and balls. He stroked hard and met Lamar's eyes. Adam's lips parted. Lamar leaned close and kicked his hips up into Adam's tight hands. He bit his lip.
"You gonna come on me?" Adam asked, his voice breathy.
"Oh, yeah."
Adam pushed closer, off the wall, against Lamar's dark skin. He tightened his grip on Lamar's cock and ran his other hand around to the back. He slipped his fingers between Lamar's bare cheeks and found his tight hole.
Lamar groaned. Adam breached with one finger, just the tip. "Make me dirty again, Warden."
Adam's lips were close, his words fell over Lamar's cheek. Then Adam thrust his finger inside and Lamar seized. He jerked through climax, painting long lines on Adam's chest. Lamar sighed, enjoying the water as it cooled him.
Adam's hands on his chest surprised him. The inmate lathered soap down his body, cleaned his half-hard cock and behind his balls, all the way down to his feet. Maybe Jonathan had the right idea, claiming a man for himself. Lamar rinsed clean and dried off with a towel. He heaved a big sigh. Yes, he felt much better.
He turned to smile at Adam, but the inmate faced the wall as he washed. Lamar dressed and left without saying goodbye.
--//--
Three Months Later:
Jonathan rapped a knuckle on Lamar's office door. "Hey boss."
Lamar waved the man in.
"Just the discharge list for this afternoon. We've started pulling belongings already."
"Good." Lamar took the list. "Thank you. I'll be down in a couple hours to see them out with you."
Jonathan left the office, closing the door behind him. But it was another hour before Lamar had a chance to skim the list. A name caught his eye. Adam. Just the thought of the man had Lamar's pants tightening. He pressed his palm to his cock and smiled.
Lamar grabbed the walkie at his hip. "Jonathan."
The walkie chirped. "Yeah, boss."
"Adam Douglas is on your discharge list for this afternoon. Block one, cell thirty-four. Have him escorted to my office right away, please. There's something I'd like to discuss before he goes."
"You got it, boss."
It was only another twenty minutes before hard knuckles rapped on his office door. Lamar stood to open it. Adam stood flanked by two officers, his hands cuffed in front of him. Lamar accepted the key. He jerked his head and stepped aside. Adam walked in
to the office. "Thank you both. I'll escort him back when we're through." Lamar closed the door and slid the deadbolt.
Adam lifted an eyebrow at him.
"Today you're getting out of here." Lamar turned Adam's wrists so he could unlock the cuffs. "And I'm happy to see not a single complaint in your file. You've done very well with us."
Adam pushed forward, driving Lamar up against the front of his desk. He leaned close. "I've been the perfect inmate, haven't I, Warden?"
"Yes, you have." Lamar met Adam's bright blue eyes without hesitation.
Adam's wide palm caressed Lamar's cheek and slid back to thread his fingers through Lamar's short hair. "I deserve a reward for my good behavior."
"Is that so?" Adam was so close, their lips brushed. Lamar whispered, "What do you think you deserve?"
Adam's face slid past Lamar's to whisper in his ear. "I'm going to fuck you, Warden."
Lamar's breath caught. His cock throbbed. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. "Have you earned it, Adam?"
The inmate pressed flush against Lamar, groin to chest, all muscle and hard angles. He gripped Lamar's ass with his free hand and pressed their lips together. Lamar's erection screamed for release. He squeezed Adam's ass and ground them closer. Lamar's tongue invaded his mouth. They kissed, bit, and kissed again. Fighting with teeth and breath.
Adam shoved Lamar back onto his desk, then hauled the Warden up. He undid the buttons down his shirt. Lamar took care of his belt and pants. Between the two of them, Lamar's dark skin lay exposed. A blank canvas of black. His cock throbbed, red at the top.
Adam took a step back and stripped out of his clothes. Then he just watched Lamar for a moment. The warden lay on his desk, legs spread and ass exposed. He shook with need. His thighs twitched.
Adam dug the lube out of Lamar's discarded pants. "Hold your ass open for me, Warden. Show me what I deserve."
Lamar did, sliding his hands down the backs of this thighs and parting the globes of his ass. He felt Adam's breath down his crack and knew his hole flexed with the sensation. Adam placed a single finger just behind Lamar's balls. He slid it down, slippery with lube, down and down until he touched Lamar's hole.
Lamar lay on the desk, gasping for air. He watched Adam lick his lips. Then that finger circled his hole and pressed against it. Circle and press, circle around again. It was gentle and maddening. An eternity passed before Adam slid his finger in. All the way in. Smooth and firm.
Adam leaned forward to whisper, "Warden . . . are you hiding anything in here?"
"Oh, god." Lamar's thighs shook. He felt Adam stretch him with a second finger, so smoothly, so slow. "More."
"Answer the question, Warden."
Lamar swallowed. "Yes. Yes, I am." A third finger, and this time Adam thrust it in without teasing. Lamar arched on his desk.
"You know that's against the rules."
"Yes, I'm sorry."
Adam thrust his fingers against Lamar's prostate, curling and rubbing against the gland until Lamar cried out for more. "Warden, I need to remove what you've hidden up here."
"Do it!" Lamar snarled, impatient. "Fuck me, Adam."
Adam removed his fingers. "Please. We're polite in this institution."
Bereft, Lamar pleaded. "Please, Adam. I need your cock."
Adam slid his erection up Lamar's crack and down again. He played with Lamar's hole and tormented him. Finally, he pushed against that small space and Lamar welcomed him. Adam slid inside, stretching Lamar in every direction. When Adam's hips met Lamar's ass they both groaned.
There was a limit to even Adam's teasing. He yanked himself back and thrust into Lamar. Each slam rocked the desk and they snarled like animals. They each clawed toward the peak, driving each other and themselves. Lamar grabbed his cock. Adam grabbed Lamar's shoulder.
The inmate climaxed first. He shuddered and emptied himself deep into the Warden. Lamar jacked his hand and came while Adam still shook. He arched on the desk and hissed his pleasure. Adam continued to pump his hips in and out while they both came down from the high.
When he slid out, he was soft. Lamar let his legs drop. He groaned as the muscles shifted. His ass twinged. Adam had breached where no inmate had gone before and Lamar would not soon forget it.
They cleaned with supplies from Lamar's desk drawer and re-dressed in silence. Lamar escorted Adam back to his cell without the benefit of cuffs. With only a few hours left of his sentence, Adam was more than content to wait out his time.
--//--
Seventeen inmates lined up along the wall, naked as the day they came in here. They had their hands on the bar and their asses presented for one final check. A good-bye, of sorts. Lamar snapped his gloves on and lubed his fingers.
Each inmate got individual attention from him. He worked them, massaged their prostates, and let them thrust into his tight hand. He whispered to each one as they jerked against him until they came in gleaming lines against the wall. For some, it was their first climax at the hand of their Warden.
Lamar saw them get off, then he saw them out. To freedom. Not a bad way to restart one's life, he thought.
Lamar found Adam near the end of the line. He discarded his gloves from the previous man, and grabbed Adam's shoulder, stood him up, turned him around. Lamar pushed him against the wall and dropped to his knees. He pulled his hand down Adam's pulsing cock and licked around the head. He teased the slit and sucked Adam down.
If they hadn't already fucked, Lamar would have held Adam back. He would have considered letting Adam take him against the wall. But with that prize already claimed, and Lamar's ass still smarting from the experience, he threw himself into blowing Adam's mind instead.
He used his fingers to tease Adam's hole and thrust his lubed middle finger in as far as it would go. He rolled Adam's balls with his other hand and sucked his cock like a drowning man. Adam thrust down his throat and shot his load. Lamar swallowed the offering.
Adam pulled Lamar to his feet and crushed their lips together. Lamar thrust his hard cock against Adam's thigh and the inmate dragged himself back. "Don't waste that on these." He jerked his head to the remaining few men in the lineup.
"You think you have a claim to it?"
"I might." Adam nipped Lamar's lip and walked away. Out of the prison and out of Lamar's life.
The Warden refreshed his gloves and treated the final few inmates to their good-bye presents. It was tempting, but he didn't jerk himself off or use their tight asses for his own pleasure. Adam was right, he needed to save that for something special.
With the final inmate discharged, Lamar made his way back to his office. There were a few final pieces of paperwork to finish. He was half-way across his own office when Jonathan knocked on the door.
"Boss? I've got an applicant here says he has time for an interview if you're into it."
"Sure." Lamar beckoned. "Send him in." He rubbed his erection through his pants and fell back into his chair.
Adam stood in the doorway. "I'm here for an interview, sir?"
Lamar laughed. He unbuttoned his pants and grinned. "Close the door behind you. This conversation may take a while."
Taboo Desires
Amanda Young
Chapter One
Sunlight filtered in through the picture window in the dining room. Tendrils of gossamer light illuminated Karen’s long, golden hair like a halo around her pixyish face. Her emerald eyes filled with fire, she stood in the partition between the dining room and kitchen, her hands on her slender hips. “What do you mean you aren’t ready to get married?”
Cole Winchester swore under his breath and ran a hand over the stubbled, lower half of his face in exasperation. He really didn’t feel like having this discussion again. After a long, unproductive day at the store, he was tired and cranky. The last damn thing he wanted to talk about was whether or not they should get married. It wasn’t as if he’d changed his mind in the past twenty-four hours.
“Well?” she asked, her gaze pinning hi
m down with a glacial frown that left him feeling two inches tall.
He sighed and decided then and there that something had to change. Now. He was sick to death of having to deal with being interrogated every time he came over. “I meant just what I said, Karen. We aren’t ready to get married. Weddings aren’t cheap and neither one of us has that kind of extra cash right now.”
Karen glared and her lips parted, no doubt ready to lambaste him for saying something she didn’t agree with. Luckily, she was interrupted by the shrill whine of the oven’s buzzer. With a humph, she turned and stomped into the kitchen. Thank God looks couldn’t kill, or he’d be a six-foot shish kabob.
The simple truth was he wasn’t ready to settle down. He didn’t think he ever would be, at least not with Karen. He cared about her—they never would have made it past the two year mark if he didn’t—but he wasn’t in love with her. Then again, she didn’t seem to be very keen on him either these days. Which made her being so gung-ho to get married all the more strange. Up until the previous month, no mention had been made of getting married, and then all of a sudden it was the only thing she wanted to talk about. Or scream about, as the case may be.
Karen marched across the dining room, a glass pan full of steaming broccoli casserole between her oven-mitt-covered hands. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. People get married every day without all the fancy trimmings.” She punctuated her statement by slamming the dish down in the middle of the table and trudged over to her seat.
Cole watched as she bit into the rosy flesh of her lower lip, noting the way her skin turned pale around the edges of small, pearly white teeth. The action reminded him more of something a petulant teenager would do than a mature woman nearing thirty.
Where had the sweet woman he’d started dating gone in the last month? Marriage had become some kind of worry stone that shoved them further and further apart instead of bringing them closer together like it was meant to. The woman was obsessed. He didn’t see what the big deal was. After all, it was only a piece of paper.
Tugging at the hem of his work shirt, a red polo with the words Winchester’s Game Emporium embossed on the breast pocket, Cole pretended to pull at loose threads, while Karen silently filled her plate. Dinner smelled good, all cheesy and buttery the way he liked it, but his appetite had disappeared the moment Karen uttered the dreaded M word.
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