by Jennifer Ann
“You must think you’re the shit, having that fine piece of ass come to visit you all the time now,” he says without having the balls to look at me while saying it. “But we all know she’s not going to give a low-life criminal like you the time of day. Best give up the fantasy, Harrison. All you’re going to get out of this deal is a sprained wrist and a broken dick. Someone that fine needs a man who can provide something beyond the promise of a marriage license and conjugal visits.”
Biting back a smirk, I huff. “You mean a man like you?”
“Damn straight.” He finally turns to face me, eyes narrowed. “While you’re in here, surrounded by the scum of the earth and beating off in your cot, I’m going to find a way to tap that sweet pussy.”
A deafening ring fills my ears as I envision beating his ass down to the concrete floor. The only thing that keeps me from doing it is the fact that Alexa sees him for the prick that he is, and wouldn’t even take him up on free drinks.
Outside the visitation room he stops to look at me, lips pulling back with a sneer. “While you’re in there with her, picture those sweet lips wrapped around my cock, because it won’t be long before it becomes a reality. It’s happening, Harrison, and there’s not a goddamned thing you can do about it.” Then he snickers like a stuck pick. “Enjoy your visit.”
With tunnel vision, I stumble into the room at his side.
“You have one hour,” Smith bites out behind me.
I hear Alexa’s voice say something in response before the door slams shut, but I can’t process anything over the rapid thud of my heartbeats.
Once I’m a free man, I will beat that fucker Smith into his grave. I don’t care if I end up back here for murder. He doesn’t get to talk about my Alexa that way.
All at once I’m surrounded by the comforting scent of flowers as her cool fingers wrap around part of my bicep. “Michael? Are you okay?”
My eyes snap onto hers and her full lips tilt upward in a gentle smile. The sides of her hair are held back in a complex braid that somehow makes the blues of her eyes clearer. For the first time I notice a little dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. How does she continue to become more fucking gorgeous with every visit?
“I tried to come here sooner to see you, but the warden has limited us to once every four days. I’m looking into the legality of his restriction, but I think he has the ultimate say in the frequency of your visits, even if it’s with your attorney.”
Lifting both hands, I brush my fingertips along the fine line of her jaw. She whimpers, closing her eyes with my touch. Letting her into my world has opened her up to threats from all directions. She may be strong, but what if the shit being thrown at her because of me is the reason she finally breaks?
An uneasy laugh sticks in her throat as her eyes flip back open. “You’re freaking me out. Why are you like this? Did something happen? Did one of the guards hurt you?”
Swallowing carefully, I shake my head. “I know I should let you go, but I can’t. I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my every thought whether awake or in my sleep. Your voice, the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, your beautiful lips, the way you refuse to back down. And that sweet, sweet body…you have no idea what I’ve dreamt of doing to it.”
I drag my gaze downward to appreciate the ivory skirt hugging her shapely thighs. Her spiked heels bring her closer to my height and seem to round her tight calves. Then I admire her soft waist and the swell of her big tits beneath her matching ivory jacket before dragging my eyes past the flush spreading across her neck, finally staring at her parted lips.
Both of our breaths come out loud and unsteady as her hands rest on my hips. I bend my head, touching our foreheads together. “You can’t possibly comprehend what it’s like to want something so fucking badly, and know it can never be yours,” I say quietly.
“Never say never,” she whispers. “I am going to spring you out, Michael.”
“The people that put me in here…the people that watch over me, they’re ruthless. If they knew I cared about you, they’d hurt you to get to me.” I brush my fingers along her graceful neck and become hard when she releases a throaty groan. “It’s selfish to put you through this hell. I should walk away.”
Her warm breaths come out in little huffs. “It’s selfish to walk away when I want you this badly. I’ve been thinking about you too, day and night. I even touch myself when remembering that kiss, fantasizing that you’re the one coaxing me to come.”
I growl with her confession, becoming painfully hard as I imagine her with her fingers inside her tight little pussy. Hooking a hand around my neck, she pulls until our lips are almost touching. Her hips dig into mine, placing unbearable pressure on my aching cock. Then her lips part and the swell of her breasts heave against my chest. “Stop worrying about things that are out of our control and kiss me, Michael.”
I don’t think about how her request is wrong in so many ways. I’m driven by the uneven staccato beats of my heart when I reach my chained hands up to awkwardly cup the back of her head and draw her close. Though I merely brush my lips over hers a few times, knowing the guards could burst in at any moment, Alexa grunts and pushes her tongue into my mouth, just as hungry for me as she was the last time.
Becoming lost in every detail of her, I commit the moment to memory in case this is our last opportunity for whatever reason. The soft brush of her eager lips. The quiet hum lost in her throat. The gentle strokes of her tongue. The persistent way her fingers caress the back of my head. The urgency of her body pressed up against mine.
Fuck. I’m not going to last if she keeps rubbing up on me like that. Moving my hands down so I can grip her thigh, the veins in my neck strain as I try to get my shit together. I need to drag this fan-fucking-tastic moment out for as long as possible. Who knows when the hell I’ll get another chance like this?
When she pulls away, she’s grinning in a somewhat dazed manner that’s sexy as fuck. Every last part of me wants to kiss the shit out of her again until her lips are swollen and chapped, even though deep down I know it can’t happen. She’s so damn beautiful, and I can’t contain myself. Can’t stop from running my fingertips along the inside of her smooth thigh. I wish I wasn’t wearing these goddamn handcuffs so I could properly explore each dip and valley of her soft, tanned skin.
When her lips part in a silent sigh, my cock aches as I picture her on her knees, wrapping those beauties around it. The sparkle in her sapphire blues fills me with the kind of hope that I thought I’d never know again after they locked me up in this shithole.
Whatever forces brought Alexa Darrington to me knew exactly what I needed. She’s unlike any other woman I’ve met. Strong. Bold. Unwilling to let anything or anyone get in her way. She’s also too eager, too gorgeous, and feels way too damn good as she starts sucking on my neck, grinding into my cock with a tantalizing rhythm.
“We can’t do this,” I say, hoping it doesn’t come out sounding too demanding. Of the few things I know about Alexa Darrington, the fact that she doesn’t like taking orders is high on the list. Still, I doubt I could ever stop myself from worrying. “You were right.”
“We’re doing this, Michael.” Her bright blue eyes, all at once drowning with want, flip between me to the door numerous times before she says, “And we have to be quick about it before Smith decides to check in.”
She leaves me long enough to carefully lodge a chair beneath the door handle. When it really hits me that she’ll be walking away soon and who knows how long it will be until I see her again, something foreign solidifies in my gut. But is it hope? Longing? Whatever the fuck it is, it’s something new.
And I’m not so sure I like it.
I don’t know how the fuck it’s possible when I still know jack-shit about her, but I think I may be invested in more than just her smokin’ hot body.
5
Alexa
Michael’s mouth seals over mine, and I completely lose myself in its blinding int
ensity. When I left the prison after our first kiss, I was slightly confused and a lot horny. In the following days, it became clear that I don’t have it in me to walk away from Michael anytime soon, no matter the cost. I realize it’s fucking insane when I hardly know anything about the guy, not to mention I’m putting my career on the line. Whatever it is about this mysterious man, it has a hold on me too deep to question. Too extreme to ignore.
With pent-up frustration from the past few days coming to a head, I kiss him back. I need more than just his mouth on me, but unfortunately for both of us, there’s only so much he can do with his hands chained together. Deciding it’s up to me to take control, I shove him back down onto the chair. His eyes bulge when I hook a leg over his lap, mounting him like I’m conquering Mt Everest.
Our lips and tongues mesh once again for a sharp, needful kiss filled with the things left unsaid. My fingers tangle in his short hair as his thick, warm fingers yank on the bottom of my shirt until it’s free of my skirt. He wastes no time in pushing both hands underneath the silky material, drawing the cool metal chain over my skin as he works at releasing a nipple. Thick, calloused fingers pinch my hard bud, and I helplessly whimper into his mouth. I’m so wet they’re going to need a mop to clean up after us.
Even if I try to stay quiet, they’re still going to know what we’ve been doing the way his unrelenting lips attack mine, probably leaving them red and swollen. But I want to give him this.
He’s unlike any convict I’ve ever met. And from what I can tell he’s a decent, honest guy who’s only here because he tried to do the right thing. Desperation claws at my throat. What if I can’t get him out of here? If I can’t give him freedom, I want to make him feel something good. Give him something to hold onto. Maybe even give him something to fight for.
I slip one hand down between us, reaching past the elastic waist of his pants and band of his underwear to fist his rock-hard cock. Fucking hell, he’s ginormous down there too. The strangled growl he releases when I move my fingers over the silky head is way too loud.
“Shhh,” I warn, licking up his jaw until my lips are pressed to his ear. “We don’t want visitors.”
“If you make me come in my pants, they’re going to know what we were doing. Smith’s a mean fucker. He’ll make sure they revoke my visitation rights.” His hungry lips suckle at the skin on my neck before his tongue swipes a line beneath my jaw. “But hot damn, baby girl, you are too fucking hot to resist.”
“I won’t let you come in your pants,” I promise, arching my neck backward. “I have better plans for you.”
Michael growls in response. Still moving my fingers up and down his shaft, I become drunk on the way his mouth caresses my skin, working his way down to my breasts. I help him by leaning back and pulling my bra back just enough for him to pluck my nipple with his teeth. This time I’m the one who releases a strained yelp.
“Shhh,” he mocks with a dark chuckle. “We have to be quiet, remember?”
“There are too many layers between us,” I pant, tugging on his shirt. Though I normally insist guys use a condom, I didn’t think to bring one, and there’s no way in hell I’m backing out at this point. “I’m on birth control. Am I going to catch anything if I ride you bare?”
“I’m clean. They tested me after I was sentenced.” His voice is dark and husky when he draws back, holding my gaze when he asks, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
Fuck. Am I? Of course I’m not. How can I be?
I nod anyway. I doubt anything could stop me at this point.
I want him to fill me.
This time as I kiss him with no intention of stopping, too many damn warnings ping through my head like a pinball machine. I could lose my license for doing this. He could get sent to the hole for God knows how long. But I can sense how badly he wants me in his eager touch, and the way his hard body grinds with mine. And if he doesn’t make it outta here…fucking hell, all I can think about is how good his rough fingers feel on one of my nipples and the monster trying to break free from his pants.
My head’s spinning as I maneuver his cock from his pants and slip my underwear aside while repositioning myself over him. This is really going to happen. Having his hands and feet chained together is like some crazy S&M kind of shit. As much as I want him to grab my ass and slip his fingers inside me to see just how ready I am for him, his hands are only able to alternately toy with my nipples until they’re both hard and tight like peas.
He’s completely at my mercy.
When I impale myself over his massive cock, I slowly slip down around him with ease, biting through the intense pain as he spreads me wide. I watch him intently as his eyes close and his neck tilts backwards. The pleasure drawn on his slack mouth and the quiet little growl lodged at the base of his throat make him unbearably sexy. Once he’s all the way inside, reaching a limit no man has gone before, his lips pop wider. Thinking he’s going to release a roar, I quickly slap a hand over his mouth, locking my eyes with his in warning.
His eyes open, filled with savage hunger. Holding his stare, I rotate my hips as I rise up and down, milking him from varied angles. If this is the only chance we get, I want to make it memorable. As my body adjusts to his girth, pain is replaced with a burning, delicious pleasure that sweeps through me like a riptide. His hips rise and fall against mine, causing a mind-blowing friction that rocks me to my core.
Tipping his chin, his gaze beckons me back down to his lips. I grip what’s left of his hair and release a whimper that’s lost in his mouth. Our wet tongues slide and tangle, mimicking the enthusiasm of our hips, elevating me to a sensational high as I ride the beautiful giant of a man.
I’ve had my share of men over the years. Many that I wish I could forget, but they always manage to creep back in through nightmares in the middle of the night. None of them—not even the good ones—were able to fill me like Michael Harrison. We fit together so perfectly that it scares the shit out of me. But there’s no time to dwell on the thought as I’m overcome by a bright, scorching vibration bursting between my hips. The warm, delicious start of an orgasm sweeps through me, chasing away any doubts or second-thoughts.
Suddenly the tendons in Michael’s thighs begin to tense beneath mine. “You feel too good,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Come inside me, Michael,” I taunt, watching him intently. “Let it all out, big guy.”
A series of grunts vibrates in his throat before he twitches among one last thrust and becomes still. Since I normally don’t let guys touch me without a condom, it’s a shock to the system to feel a jolt of his warm cum shoot inside. It’s such a turn-on that the final ebb of my orgasm rolls through me with the force of a runaway train.
“Oh, Michael…” I pant, arching my back and palming one of my breasts.
A second hardly passes before he’s running the pad of his thumb over my throbbing center, helping me ride out the crest of a glorious wave. “Is this what you fantasized about?” he asks quietly.
“Yes, don’t stop…I’m almost there.”
Then his teeth bear down on my nipple and I’m a goner. Threading my fingers through his short hair, I’m forced to bite down on my lips as I’m struck with the mother of all climaxes. It explodes in my groin and ricochets throughout the rest of my body with the force of a bullet.
Michael releases my nipple and leans away as I’m trying to collect myself. Among the aroma of sex and everything that makes Michael so irresistible, I sigh and bend to touch my forehead to his rigid chest. The remainder of the orgasm continues to pass through me in smaller waves, trumping any high or drunk I’ve ever experienced.
“Jesus,” I whisper. “That was…wow. I don’t suppose you have a smoke I could bum?”
“Get off me,” he says with a dark growl.
When it seems he’s trying to pull his still partially hard cock from me, I slip off and put my underwear back into place before trying to meet his gaze.
When he refuses to look my way, I almost regret what just happened. But I get that he’s scared. The idea of Smith walking in on us alone is terrifying.
“So this is how it’s going to be now?” I ask, rolling my eyes to the ceiling. “I show you a good time, and you’re back to being the moody asshole I met in here over a week ago? You know the decent thing would be to say ‘thanks’.”
“The decent thing would’ve been to stop you,” he replies, gently pushing me away. “This never should’ve fucking happened.”
“You’re right. But it did, so now we have to deal with it. I’d prefer to go about this like a couple of mature adults. I’m still your attorney and we still need to formulate a plan to get you the hell out of here.” I swing one leg behind me to stand, then straighten my skirt and bra until I feel halfway presentable. There’s nothing I can do to calm my tingling body, however, and the reminder of what we just did leaves a strong odor in the air every bit as much as the puddle in my underwear. “Sorry you’re unhappy, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
Appearing to accept that I won’t allow him to feel guilty about what happened, he quietly chuckles and shakes his head a few times. “How is someone like you single?”
I lift one shoulder. “I’m a slob and a shitty cook. And that’s just the tip of the fucked-up iceberg.”
“Both relatively tame traits.” The severity of his gaze grows, becoming something painfully serious. “You have better things to offer. A guy would have to be certifiable to let you slip through his fingers.”
With a strangled laugh, I retrieve the chair from the door and take my place across from him, opening his file like I don’t already know word-for-word what the documents say. I’m accustomed to guys telling me that I’m a good lay, or that I have “nice tits,” but I have no idea what to do with a sincere compliment. The only person who has ever truly made me feel good about myself is Tatum.