by Renee Adams
Cocky son of a bitch! I want to kick him in his baby maker, but that won’t take the cockiness from him. But before I get the chance to do just that, he kisses me. In a kiss that feels like he is stealing my soul, he makes my toes curl, and has me wrapping my legs around him in an effort to get closer to him. He reaches around and grabs my hair closer to my scalp and gently pulls. I almost orgasm on the spot. I can feel his erection straining against the confines of his clothes.
Grabbing the tent in his pants, he feels like a steel rod. I can only imagine what he looks like and how big he is because the strain in his pants is too much for me to know. I have to move my hand from him because my resolve is cracking. I can’t have sex with this man. We have no protection! I know he’s clean, I took his blood and recorded the results myself. But still, I’m not that kind of girl to screw a guy I just met with no condom. Add in that he is a damn cop, a crooked one at that, and I am not giving up the cookie for no protection.
Never once does he let go of my lips, his tongue assaulting mine, and I can’t fight back the moan that escapes my lips. His hand is still tangled in my hair and he pulls a little more forcefully.
I can feel the wetness flooding out of me, coating my thighs in my arousal, and his free hand caresses my side, running a track to the sweet spot. Everywhere his fingertips have grazed feels like a fire has been set upon my skin. When he finally gets to my clit and touches that little bundle, I think I might explode. He trails his finger in a circle teasing my clit, and I am almost panting in anticipation. Every time he swipes my clit with his finger my legs jerk and I can’t control my moans. Taking his hand from my hair he runs it along my jaw to my mouth. Once I get his middle finger close to my parted lips, I suck on it showing him my oral talents, and he groans. It’s a husky sound and it seems to surprise him because his eyes close and his breathing gets heavy.
“Sweetass, you keep sucking on my finger like that, showing off your talents then you are gonna have to put them pretty lips on my cock.”
I look him straight in his mesmerizing blue eyes and suck as hard as I can with all my might. As soon as I do that, he plunges two fingers into me. Letting go of his finger, I come with a scream, I feel heat from the top of my head to the tips of my curled toes and it is delicious. I never want to stop this feeling of him being inside of me, of being so completely full of him, even if it is just his fingers. I forget about our conditions and our surroundings, so when he clamps his hand over my mouth, it startles me and pulls me out of my state. Looking at him with big, wide eyes he can see that he scared me.
“You are being too loud, Sweetass, someone might hear us, and I certainly don’t want to share this body with anyone else, but I will die tryin’ before anyone does.”
I don’t know if his words scare me more or not. I guess I will never know because once his fingers start moving in me again all fear is gone. I want this man like I have never wanted anything before. Maybe my decisions are from being sex starved for as long as I have, but I find myself using my feet to pull his pants down. Inmates wear scrubs just like us nurses, so I know I could hook my toes and work them down. I just have to feel him and condom or not, I will feel him. Stupid decisions are made sometimes in the heat of the moment. Hopefully this isn’t the dumbest decision in the history of my decisions.
His dick springs free with a bob like it’s on a spring. Wrapping my hand around it, I realize that he has moved his body so he can keep two fingers in me and still play with my clit while I grab his cock. I can barely get my fingers to touch he is so huge. Hearing his groans just turns me on even more. I need to taste him. Flipping myself around, before he can protest, my mouth is on him. Salty and smooth, he seems to get impossibly harder in my mouth. Hissing through his teeth, he grabs ahold of my hair as if it were an anchor and I’m the only thing keeping him on the ground. The push and pull of my mouth and the soft velvety feel of him has me ready to orgasm again. He leaves me in a constant state of lust that I never knew was possible between two people.
“Fuck, Livvy, I can’t even begin to describe how your mouth feels like a slice of heaven. When we get the fuck out of here, I am going to claim your mouth and your pussy. You won’t be able to move once I am done with you. Fuck, I won’t be able to move. This is the type of mouth that can move mountains, and I cannot wait to take advantage of it.”
Shivering at his words, he thrusts even further down my throat. Gagging, I relax myself to open up more before the tears spring to my eyes. I reach down massaging my clit, trying to find some kind of relief for the pressure that is building within me. As soon as my finger touches my clit, I feel like I could blow.
“Stop. Stop fucking touching yourself, and stop sucking my cock. I refuse to blow it in your mouth. I will blow it when your pussy is strangling my cock, but only after I leave you a sweating, sobbing mess from all of the fucking orgasms I give you. So, Sweetass, stop.”
Oh God, I can’t take it anymore, and I say the one thing I will probably regret, but still, I can’t help it. “Just fuck me.” Like I said before, in the heat of the moment, dumb decision are made. It has been too long since I have had sex and even longer since I have had good sex.
He looks like he is battling some internal war, and I wonder which Damian is going to win. “Are you sure?” is all he says to me. Nodding at him, I see the relief in his eyes, I guess he was having a hard time holding back as well.
“This is going to be quick, not because I can’t handle being inside your pussy, but because we need to find a way to get the fuck out of here, so eventually I can take my time cherishing this pussy like it should be.”
Looking into my eyes he sees right through me like he can see every secret, every scar left by another person. He can see everything. He leans down and steals my breath away in a blazing hot kiss that curls my toes, then I feel the plump head of his dick at my entrance. He looks me in the eyes one last time before plunging in and taking what he wants. As he thrusts in and out of me, I can feel the sweat forming a light sheen on my body. The smell of sex permeates the air, making me forget that we are in the middle of a riot and that he is a crooked cop. All I can hear are my moans and the slapping of skin on skin. All I can feel is pure ecstasy that I have never felt before, not even with Jack’s dad. It’s as if my body was made for this moment. My body was made to take him, but what happens when things go back to normal and I need to let him go?
Damian is on his knees and he lifts me at the waist so I am kind of laying at an angle. Just having his hands on me makes me want to orgasm. I know without a doubt that this will be the orgasm to end all orgasms. This will be the end of me, I will lose myself completely. I’m close, but I can’t quite reach it, and I don’t know why. It’s in my mind, but I can’t quite grasp it.
“Come for me, sweetass,” he groans out each word, grinding into me as he says it, and I lose it. My body knew what it needed, it needed to hear that smooth, sinful voice.
Holding me still, I know that he is coming too. I have to clap a hand over my mouth so that I don’t draw attention to ourselves with my screams. My climax hits hot and heavy, with me raking my nails down his chest and makes me go numb. My battery operated boyfriend has never made me come like this. Even with Jack’s dad, it was nothing compared to this, just like I knew it would be. This is the type of fuck that a girl tears up on, but won’t because nobody wants a crying girl after sex. But the emotion of the situation we are in is almost too much.
Holy shit! Never, have I ever felt pussy like that. Her pussy fit around my cock like a glove, and when she came, I thought she would snap my dick off with how tight her pussy contracted. It’s every guy’s dream to find the pussy that is made for you. Well, I fucking found it, and now it’s all I can think about to get it again. Now that I have had her bareback, there will never be another time of wearing a condom with this chick again. It’s funny because here would be the time for the awkwardness to set in after giving it good to a girl, you know, when you are trying to get dressed an
d split. I feel none of that. I do, however, try to get dressed because I need to tell her my plan and for me to tell her the truth.
I make quick work of getting my pants back on when I hear the loudspeaker come on again.
“Oh, Olivia, you sound so sweet when you come, I can’t wait to have you scream when I shove my cock down your throat. I heard you suck a mean cock. You have little time left before I start slitting your friend’s throats. I’m giving you one more chance to come to me, if not, then you can have their deaths on your conscience. I wonder who I will start with first, Mary? What about the beautiful Cori, I’m sure she wants my cock shoved in her while I slit her throat? The warden? Ahhh, yes, I can see your face, I can see the lightbulb shining. You didn’t think I had them all? Come on, Olivia, I didn’t get to the top by not being smart. Now get your bitch ass over here before I start slitting throats and bathing in their blood.”
Her eyes fade from brown to black as the will to fight visibly leaves her. She looks absolutely defeated while I am absolutely enraged. That bastard saw us fucking. I don’t know what makes me insane more, the fact that he is threatening her or that he saw her come. I am going to go with both. This fucker will pay the ultimate price, and I will personally send his ass to Hell.
“Do not feed into him. Do not give him what he wants, Livvy,” I say with a slight plea in my voice. I don’t want this to break her. I won’t let this break her. She just nods and finishes getting dressed. She won’t look me in the eye. That worries me because throughout the short time that I have known her, she has always looked everyone in the eyes. Even when Xavier did the fucked up shit he did to her, she still stared straight at him when she hit him.
“Livvy, I need to find a place for you to stay so that I can go to him. I will get you home safe to your kid. If I find somewhere safe for you to go will you promise you will stay there?” Shit. She has her knees pulled to her chest and she is just blankly staring around. I talk to her as if she is a child, because I feel one wrong move and she will bolt and go on a suicide mission to him.
I wrap her in my arms and let her fall apart. She cries into my chest and I hope that as she does, the burdens are easing. I can carry a lot more of the load than she is giving me, but she doesn’t know me well enough to understand that. Giving her a few minutes to fall apart, I look around for cameras. I need to get her to the broom closet I had found earlier when I was getting food. But I cannot risk him seeing me leave her somewhere and then see me walking around alone. So I need to find a way to take the cameras out on this block without it appearing to be obvious.
With a heaving sigh and the crying hiccups, she seems done. Looking into her beautiful brown eyes, the eyes that could start wars, I have no choice but to kiss her. She still has that hiccup that girls get when they cry, but she kisses me back feather light, like whispers being told from her lips. I need to break away from her because she is making me feel some kind of way, and with what I do and the way I lead my life, I can’t catch feelings for this girl. She certainly shouldn’t catch feelings for me. Like a lead weight, my past comes down on me forcing me to break the kiss, the kiss that I want to hold onto forever.
With a little more gruffness in my voice, I tell her to come on. She seems to sense my change and gives me a wide-eyed stare like I kicked a puppy in front of her. I hate seeing the light dimming from her eyes so I turn to walk out of the room, not even waiting for her to follow. I just need a moment to breathe, because ever since I met this tiny girl she has invaded every sense and every brain cell I ever had. She’s like a daydream and a nightmare altogether. Sweet and innocent but with a terrible ending. That ending hasn’t happened yet, but it will once I get her home safe and sound to her kid and I am still sitting in this shithole.
Making my way down the hall, I think of how to do this with the cameras not seeing her. But right now, I don’t think I have any other choice, she has just got to go in and wait.
“Right here, stay in here and don’t come ouwt until the cops come get you.”
Without a passing glance, she walks into the closet and that’s it. I wish I had a better plan, but there aren’t many options in this place, so I have to work with what little resources I have. With what feels like a slam to my heart, I shut the door to the closet and lock the door with the guard’s keys I lifted earlier. My only saving grace is that I do have the keys, so it gives Olivia more time to prepare if someone tries to break in.
Making the long walk down the hall, I remember the two idiots I messed up and that I need to get cuffs to restrain them with. Burton’s body is still lying on the ground, a burnt putrid smell hanging in the air from where he lays. Searching his body for cuffs is taking so much out of me. I want to vomit because the smell of burnt flesh has never been my strong suit. Finding two pairs of cuffs, I make my way into the cell and see that only one is still conscious.
“He’s going to gut you like a fucking fish,” he slurs out as he wheezes a pained laugh and his face winces.
“He already knows where she lives, her routines, what her kid looks like, her mom. He even knows that her dad’s dead and where she went to school. He knows everything about her. Once you’re rotting away, he is going to punish her.”
My blood runs cold. I knew Xavier had a far reach, but I didn’t know how far. He must have someone in law enforcement on his payroll to run that extensive of a background check. If I fail, if I fucking die, he will destroy her whole family. I can’t fail at this because I won’t let that happen. With an iron fist I know the bastard out, sick of hearing the shit he’s spewing. None of it matters anyways, I have heard enough to know that this is bigger than just her. I have to save not only her but her family, too. Not to mention the people that X already has.
I allow fear to take over for a few minutes before I make my way toward where X is. The what if’s are running through my mind about a million miles a minute. I have never had so many people depend on me. People that don’t even know they are relying on me, are in fact banking on me to actually pull this off. My hands shakes and my breathing labors, and I realize that I am about to have a panic attack. I’ve never had one before, but I recognize the signs. Sitting down, I take a moment to gather myself. I take a deep breath and send up a silent prayer. As I stand to my feet, I notice the camera in the corner. Drawing my hand up, I aim two fingers toward the lens and mimic shooting a gun.
I walk out into the dark of night, and I’m instantly on high alert. I know Xavier is fully in control of the prison, sitting in the control room like a king on his throne. The late spring air is warm and muggy, but humid like water clinging to your skin. I instantly break out into a sweat as if I’ve have been exerting myself for hours.
I know where I’m going because the building is lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. I can hear men groaning, some yelling, and some crying. Seems like a battlefield out here, with death and destruction permeating the air. Slowly easing my way towards where the devil hides, the coast seems to be clear. I stumble over a body, I don’t know if it was inmate or guard, but I have to right myself so I don’t fall on my face.
As I enter the building, I remind myself I have no plan. The element of surprise went out the window a long time ago. I have zero weapons on me, so I am going in completely unprotected. Hopefully my wits will be enough.
I have a sinking feeling like I am drowning in just a puddle. Lives are potentially being lost as I sit here in the dark trying not to make a sound. But even though I am not making any noise on the outside, my insides are screaming and throwing a fit. My heart is aching with the feelings of loss, and I can’t help but think about Cori and Mary. They both have been so good to me since I have been here, and I can’t help but feeling like this is all my fault. I am responsible for anything that happens to them.
I can feel my breathing coming on faster, I am sweating profusely and I know that I am in the midst of a panic attack. This is all on me, all my fault. Those words just keep repeating in my head. If I had never hit Xavier th
at first time, all of this would be avoided. He wouldn’t be fixated on me, he wouldn’t have done this. Damian’s words replay in my head reminding me that Xavier is extremely dangerous, rapes and mutilates women. The panic is worse. The darkness is closing in. We all fear the monsters under our beds, but Xavier has proven that it is people that go bump in the night. I can handle a monster, a crazy maniac hell bent on revenge is something I can’t handle. But I have to, there is no other choice in the matter. I have to do something. Sitting here in the dark is not good for my sanity when God knows what is going on. All I’m picturing is death and destruction and me sitting smack dab in the middle of it.
I start in a panic, screaming and thrashing about in the small space. Taking in my surroundings I realize I must have dozed off while trying to clear my thoughts. I was in the midst of my worst nightmare. My sweet Jack staring back at me with lifeless eyes. My mother, taking her last gurgling breaths. The terror I felt in that nightmare is still stinging my heart. Making my breathing come in rapid, shallow breaths.
“Get your shit together, Olivia. Can’t help if you are freaking out,” I chastise myself out loud, and then mentally kick myself because
Damian tried drilling into my head before he left that I needed to be quiet. I need to not draw attention to myself. My mind is running a million miles a minute, and I feel as if the walls are closing in. What do I do? What if someone has heard me and is just waiting for me to peek my head out of the door? So many questions with no answers. What if Damian fails and I am just sitting here, waiting on X to kill me? I need to peek, I need to crack this door to see if anyone is waiting for me. I think that will be the only thing to ease my mind and stop this slow crawl into a panic attack before these walls cave in on me, and I truly start freaking out.
Wiping my sweaty palms on my pants, my hands shake as I reach for the cold door knob. Turning it, it doesn’t open! Then I remember that there is a deadbolt and I need to unlock the door before it opens. Typical, even in a crisis, I am a fumbling idiot. Turning the lock over, it clicks loudly and I am sure someone hears me. On bated breath, I twist the cold metal in my hand, and open the door just a fraction and look straight ahead into nothing. The power has been out on the block and so the only thing on is every few lights are on dim, meaning the auxiliary lights have kicked on.