Behind the Gate

by Renee Adams

  “Watch your mouth, Livvy. I kept telling you that we needed to talk, but every time I said it, you blew me off.”

  He squats down beside me and grabs my calf, I instantly feel a flood in my panties from his touch, making me forget about my calf bleeding. Taking the swabs from me he starts cleaning my cut. I hiss through my teeth because it’s cold and he’s rough. He just mutters a harsh “sorry” to me. Through the pain, I still don’t want him to stop. I want him to lay me down and show me what a night with him could be like, how rough he really could be.

  Getting that feeling of not being able to breathe again, I pull my leg away. “Hand me that suture kit, this needs stitches.”

  “I’ll do it.”

  “Umm, no thanks, I would much rather do it myself, that way I know it’s right.”

  “God dammit, Livvy! I learned how to suture, ok? So let me fucking do it.” Smirking at me as he says that. I wish I could go all female praying mantis and bite his flipping head off!

  Handing over the suture pack, I feel like my head is spinning with thoughts of Damian being in the forefront of my mind. I know I should be thinking of getting home to Jack, or hell even getting out of this alive. But when he touches me, all fades away except for thoughts of how we could make each other burn in pleasure. I wonder if I have lost too much blood and it’s making me woozy, or if it’s just him. He warns me ahead of time that this shit is going to hurt. I guess it just didn’t register in my mind how much it would. I scream out because shit that hurts, my screams echoing down the corridors of the cell blocks.

  “Livvy, you have to be quiet because anybody can hear you. I know it hurts, babe, just bear with me. It will all be over soon.”

  I whimper because that is all I can do. I want to scream and beat him and claw his eyes out, but I know I can’t. Tears are streaming down my face and splattering onto my shirt.

  “Here, take my shirt, it gives you something to bite down on.”

  Oh good lord! He rips his shirt over his head in that way all guys do, where instead of grabbing from the bottom they grab from the back, and for some odd reason I find so hot. His tattoos are on glorious display, and I want to trace the words with my tongue. Never thought I would be envious of cartoon characters running up and down his bicep, but I am. His rock hard abs are just begging for me to rub my fingers up and down them, maybe use my nails. His shirt which is nothing but prison-issue garb smells like him, musky and like the woods. Even though he has cheap soap, it smells delicious. It is just him, and I want him now. I hear him clear his throat, but I can’t stop staring at him.

  “Livvy, I’m going to keep going. Just wanted to prepare you, but you don’t have to stop looking at me. I know now though that I will get in that pussy before the end of the day. I will hear you whisper my name. Of course it can only be a whisper because you will have no voice by the time I’m done with you.”

  Oh my, I feel like a flood has opened up in my panties, hot tingles snake up and down my spine. I want him, like seriously want him. It’s been so long, I worry if I could keep up with him. He has already said all he does is fuck women and leave them, can I be alright with that? I don’t know the answer to that because I feel like if I do give in that he will ruin me. Not just in a professional sense, because dating an inmate let alone a crooked cop could tank my career. I feel like he could ruin me from the inside out. Like he would crush my soul if he decided I wasn’t good enough. He is so all-consuming, you notice him immediately in a room and not just because of his size, but this aura he carries about him.

  Never had I have any self-confidence issues, and never once have I hung onto a man just because I didn’t want to be alone. I know who I am and what kind of woman I am, and I have to decide if he is good enough to be what I need. I need a strong man, one who can take care of me in the bedroom and take care of what needs to be done outside of it too. Someone who not only wants me but wants to be a father figure in Jack’s life. Someone who won’t run when the going gets tough. So thinking of what I want, the answer to him and I trying to make a relationship work would be no. Can I have a good time, fool around with him and then be done? I could, as long as I am in the right mind frame for it. Too many women have fallen for the booty call, we all know that girl. I cannot be the type of girl that pines after a boy who wants nothing to do with her besides what’s in between her legs.

  As he works on my leg, I’m so lost in thoughts and decisions that I’m numb to the pain. I barely see what he is doing, even though it looks like I am staring right at his hands. He has wonderfully strong hands, the kind that you want all over your body or plunging into your hair to pull your head back so that he can taste your lips. Hands that look like they could hurt someone, or hold someone to ease any pain. Hands that you can feel every ridge and callous of the skin because he works so hard with his hands. Sexy hands, hands that I want holding onto me.

  I have no idea why I am feeling the way I am feeling. He has given me zero indication that he is looking for a relationship with me. If anything he has warned me off, he’s told me that he is a hit and run kind of guy. I feel like I am over thinking things. I know he finds me attractive, I have seen the tent he has pitched in his shorts. The kisses we have shared have been something so close to electricity I am surprised we didn’t cause a power outage from the surge. I guess this lust I’m feeling is something different than the lust one feels when they see a hot guy. This one is real and in my face.

  I hear a little chuckle and my daydream snaps. My cheeks heat up because he has caught me staring. I can’t help it, he’s fucking hot. Sweat beads at the base of my spine and work its way down. What feels like gravity pulls me towards him. Towards touching his lips that are so soft, so warm, and so fulfilling.

  “Baby, all done.” he murmurs, I don’t quite catch what he is saying because I am caught in a war between his lips and his eyes. His eyes hold every emotion he has, crystal blue and unearthly, his lips are in a slight smirk, and I want nothing more than to lick and suck on his full bottom lip.

  “Livvy, I’m going to kiss you now,” he says as he leans toward me expectantly. I guess he is giving me the chance to stop him.

  I have no choice but to give in. He is an enigma, I can’t figure him out. It’s like my mind and my heart are warring with each other, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why my heart is in this. I shouldn’t have feelings for him. He’s dangerous and wrong in the worst ways possible. But, I can’t help it, he has infiltrated everything within me.

  As soon as his lips touch mine, I shift my body so that I am straddling him. He is warm, and inviting, and he is everywhere. Taking over every sense I have, and apparently ruining any good sense I ever had. I have to touch those abs, I have to feel his skin. A need to rake my fingers over his chest takes over, I want to cause him a little pain. He is so warm and smooth with just a light smattering of chest hair and a happy trail that makes me want to lick all the way down. His chest hair is perfect, just enough to touch, but not enough to get my hands caught in. Scratchy, and I just want to rub my face up and down his chest like a kitten.

  We are a tangle of arms and legs, trying to get close to each other, because even though I am already in his lap, it doesn’t feel close enough. He reaches for my scrub top to pull it over my head, and a tiny modicum of moral thought jumps into my mind. By then, my shirt is over my head and he is licking his way down. My nipples poke through my bra like two beacons showing him the way. Of course, he doesn’t seem to need any directions because just sitting here with his hands on me can make me orgasm without him even breaking into the waistband of my pants.

  His hands are just lightly grazing my sides, more like a caress instead of manhandling. For some reason, this turns me on even more. I can feel his dick poking through his pants, and knowing that I turn him on too is a strangely empowering feeling. Like a lioness stalking her prey. I need to feel him, taste him, and touch his skin. Running my hands up and down his pecs and abs, I am in heaven. His tongue licks do
wn my neck, and I can’t help the moan and shivers that results. I need to feel him inside of me.

  Grabbing for the waistband of his pants, my nerves take over. Breaking our kiss, our magical, wonderful, angels singing up above kiss, he looks at me. Really looks at me. I feel like he is seeing everything about me. All the struggles, loneliness, and defeat. He sees the strength, the boldness in me. He sees everything. It all makes my heart soar, my soul sing, tears forming and all of that mushy shit. Maybe because it’s been so long since I have gotten laid that I have turned into some girly girl. I have to remember who I am because I feel like with him I could get lost forever. Then where would that leave me? In love with a prison inmate, not only that, a dirty cop.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he questions, I guess he can see the internal struggle that I’m having. I feel like I should come clean and tell him that this will be a one-time thing. But that would surely kill the mood. He has said before that he is not the relationship type, but bringing it up right now while I am straddling him and we are both topless would just bring negativity into this beautiful situation. Our surroundings are not beautiful by any means, but being in his arms, close to each other is a breathtaking experience.

  “Shut up and fuck me. Let’s get the passion we feel for each other out of our system once and for all so we can go back to finding a way out of here.” I moan out the last few words, as he swirls his hips and thrusts against me, hitting all the right spots.

  Of course, I guess my bluntness has killed the mood some because he takes my arms and holds them at my side.

  What the fuck? I’m used to being the one who will hit it and quit it, never have I ever had the move pulled on me. It is an instant boner killer, and I can’t quite figure out why. Seriously, what more could I ask for? A hot piece of ass is practically throwing herself at me, I haven’t fucked in a month, and my dick was about to bust out of these pants. But then she said what she said. Does she really think I am that big of scum that I am just trying to get my dick wet? I mean, normally, yeah that’s me, but not with her. She’s too precious, too special, like delicate glass. On one hand, I don’t want to shatter her, but that little devil on the other shoulder is telling me to just do it. Shatter her into a million pieces, get what I want and move on.

  “Look, Livvy, I know you think I am some scumbag, but I promise you once you hear what I have to say you won’t think I am. Well not too big of one. You just need to listen to me.”

  “Stop fucking calling me Livvy, it’s not my name.” Even angry she grinds against me. Shit, I can’t take this, there is a pull in me that has to just fuck her and then we will deal with the aftermath later. I have to know what she feels like, because with her right here in my arms, I feel like the strongest man in the world. Like I could take a bullet and keep coming at you. It’s an intense pull, a deep attraction that I can’t deny. Something within me belongs at this moment with her.

  Going in for the kiss again, I feel like I need to take my time with her, show her that I am not the bastard she thinks I am. I need to make sure that she is fully satisfied before I take what I want. Needing to caress her, I pull her hair back over her shoulders and start kissing down her face and neck. Her tits are pushed up against my chest and unclasp her bra, needing to feel the weight of them in my hands. So soft and warm, but with a heft to them that I am not used to with the women I fuck. I guess I just never paid attention to their chests before. Her nipples are a beautiful dusky rose color, and she must be wearing perfume when I pop one of her nipples into my mouth it is the sweetest taste. Like peaches with honey on them.

  Palming her other breast with my hand and sucking on one, I feel like I could blow my load. Long gone are the thoughts of her boner killing comment. Long gone are the thoughts of getting us out of this situation and getting my hands around Xavier’s throat. I can’t think of anything but her at this moment. She moans as I give my attention to her chest, and it is like an electric zing straight to my dick. At any moment, my dick is going to bust the seams on my pants and find its way to her wet heat, like finding its home. Not wanting her other nipple to feel left out, I start in on that one and palming the other like before. Her moans are out of control, and I am worried about someone hearing us. Just my luck I will get us killed while naked. I guess not the worst way to die with my dick inside of her, but still not on my list of ways.

  Holding her close to my chest with her legs wrapped tight at my waist, she pulls my hair hard as my teeth scrape down her throat. Motherfuck! I really don’t embarrass myself like a 15-year-old boy and blow my load, but at the rate she’s going anything is possible. As my mouth finds its way down to her tits, I pull her nipple between my lips and bite down. She instantly moans louder. I guess this girl likes it dirty. She doesn’t know what she is getting herself into with me.

  “Hold on,” I growl because I am not about to lay her down on a dirty prison floor. I guess I am going soft in my stay here, but she deserves better. Grabbing some blankets from the excess bin that the guards have, I lay them out on the floor.

  She goes to take off her pants and I immediately stop her with my giant hand on top of her tiny one. I want to be the one to take her pants off, to touch all the way down her body. “Is something wrong?” she asks with uncertainty in her voice. She doesn’t get it. Her uncertainty makes me want to devour her. Her uncertainty makes me want to take everything away from her. It makes me want to be the devil and rip every bit of good from her and keep it for myself. But the devil in me has to wait, because I can’t, no I won’t do that to her. I guess she has a stronger hold on me than I realized.

  “No, I just want to be the one to touch you. To bring you to the point of no return, Livvy. To be the one to take you so far, where all of your thoughts are me and only me.” I can see that she is visibly clenching her legs together. She may say she doesn’t like me calling her Livvy, but I can tell it really turns her on. Hooking my fingers into her waistband, I slowly pull her scrub pants down her legs. She is squirming under my ministrations. A side of me comes out that I never thought would happen with a woman. I want to protect this woman at all costs. I want to own this girl, be inside her forever. I know that once I get into that pussy then I will feel heaven.

  As I get her pants to her creamy thighs, I almost lose my shit. I feel like a superhero, I feel like I could beat my chest and spray my seed all over her like a barbarian. I want to claim her so that nobody else could ever see her again. How could this be happening? I am not a picket fence and kids kind of guy, but looking at her as I slide my fingers down her legs to get her pants off, I feel like I could be with her.

  Why did he stop? He must have something wrong with his dick, some erectile dysfunction or needs a little blue pill. Something, because right now my need is bleeding through my pores. I am so turned on that if he doesn’t get to it, my hand will find its way down my pants and I will be taking care of my own business. Figures the first time I get laid in so many years and the guy can’t keep it up.

  “Ummm, is something wrong?”

  “I’m just trying to keep control here. I want nothing more than to rip these clothes off of you with my teeth and do things to you that will make your scream. That when we get out of here and you are old and grey you will still remember this exact moment. So yes, somethings wrong. I can’t do all the things I want to do to you here in this shit hole.” Shit that is hot, and probably the most words I have ever heard him say. I’m finding that when he speaks, it is something that should be listened to. He doesn’t seem to waste his words with everyday conversation.

  He pulls my pants down past my knees, and instantly I see his nostrils flare and his eyes widen. Knowing that I am not growing a troll down there, I know what he sees. My blue cotton panties are soaked through with my arousal. Hopefully, that will get his dick hard again.

  “I can smell how much you want me, how much you need me. Don’t worry, baby, the feeling is mutual. That ache you feel? That ache will go away soon, I’ll make sure
you get your fill.”

  I have no retort for that. He’s absolutely right, I do want him. The scent of my arousal is hanging in the air, a sugared smell, just waiting for him to take me and give me what I need.

  “Damn¸ you are going to be the death of me, Livvy. I have never smelled anything so sweet, so good. I can’t wait to taste you, I have to know if you taste as good as you smell.”

  Dumbfounded by his words, but turned on still, I have to clench my thighs together. His words are like kisses on my skin and goosebumps break out. I have to have him between my thighs and quick or I will come apart.

  Placing his body between my thighs he presses his nose against my panties and sniffs. My legs almost close around his head because the tiny bit of air disturbance has me trembling. It’s been so long since a man has been between these thighs that I worry that I won’t be good enough.

  “Livvy, I need you to relax. Please, baby, just relax for me. You are fusing them thighs together.”

  “Oh, sorry, it’s just been awhile since I have had sex with anyone, so I’m just outta practice.” My cheeks heat at my admission.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle.” he says with a Cheshire cat grin. I don’t believe him for a minute.

  He slowly drags my panties down my thighs leaving me naked and exposed to him when he hasn’t even taken off his pants yet. He is moving painstakingly slow, letting my body burn in the moment. That’s when another thought crosses my mind and has me drawing my knees to a close and I start to sit up.

  “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  “We don’t have a condom. So sorry, as much as I want to, no go between these legs, hot shot.”

  “Livvy, you and I both know that there is more ways to make you come than my cock filling you up. Why, Sweetass, do you think I haven’t taken my pants off? I know, no glove, no love.”