by Alexis Angel
She’s fastidious; I’ll give her that.
“I need to be back at the infirmary in ten minutes,” she says as she gets up and walks over to where her bra ended up.
Each time we get to the Alcove, it’s like a race against fucking time. Who can get who’s clothes off faster. There’s an animal need that goes through me, something I thought was taken away from me forever when they tossed me in this place that comes out.
This time around, it took me about three minutes to take Kerri’s blouse off, which I had to make sure I didn’t rip with my excitement and then unclasp her bra. She immediately got my jumpsuit off and sunk to her knees. We weren’t going to be fucking today; she didn’t have time and she had already let me know, but that didn't stop her from taking my cock in her mouth with zero hesitation.
“When do we…” I let the question trail because it really matters on what her schedule is looking like.
If it were up to me, I’d have her in my arms 24/7. I would never let her fucking go. It’s not just because I need a woman to fuck—maybe at first it was that—but I actually like talking to her.
She’s fucking sweet. Innocent as fuck still to the ways of the world, but still with just the right amount of sin to make her innocence sparkle.
And she’s got me trapped. When I’m with her, time starts to fly. When we part, all I do sometimes is think about her.
I know what I sound like.
And right now, I’m still refusing to believe it.
I’m not falling in love with her. I can’t be. Not here.
I watch her as she bends over and picks up her ID badge. Her ass is sumptuous and fucking perfect. Even though I just shot a monster load of cum all over her, just seeing that ass makes me want to grab it and squeeze it. To caress it and rub my cock between those cheeks.
Kerri gets up and turns toward me. She’s got a smile. “I think it better be soon, the way you’re acting,” she says with a wicked grin.
“The way I’m acting?” I ask, arching my eyebrow. My jumpsuit is back on.
“I see you undressing me all over again with your eyes, Lucien Stone,” she says smiling. “Don’t think I don't notice.”
“Next time, it’s my turn to make you come,” I say to her.
She smiles broadly as she heads to the door and looks back at me. “Deal,” she says.
And just like that, she’s gone.
I wait for a few more minutes to give her enough time to get to her side of the prison.
The fact that the guards and inmates overlook this place just never stops confounding me. This is the one place in the entire jail where an inmate and a captor can come together and be with each other in an unsupervised fashion.
As I make my way toward the main promenade I wonder what the original purpose of the Alcove as we call it was. It couldn’t have been designed for secret conjugal visits like Kerri and I are using it for. What was it before? A meeting area? A resting spot?
My thoughts are interrupted with the clanking of the cell-block gates above me as I step into D-Block.
Faces look up at me as I pass by. The cages are open for the four hours today for us to wander. But there’s only ever so far we can go. Until recently, I never really had much use to go anywhere. Now I do. Now I have someone.
It makes me probably the wealthiest man in the entirety of D-Block.
Fuck, it probably makes me the wealthiest inmate in the whole goddamn jail.
I smile at the thought. No need to measure wealth in cigarettes and Ramen noodles now. I’m on a whole different playing field. The rare good mood buoys me in as I walk into my cell and collapse on my bunk.
I barely notice Spider until he gets on his feet and walks to the cell door. He looks around to see that no one is coming and then turns to me.
Even that doesn’t spoil my mood. When he continues to stare at me, I shrug it off. Let him do his own goddamn thing. I just nutted over the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. It doesn't get much better than that.
But Spider keeps staring at me. At first I don't care that much, but come on, what would you do after two whole minutes?
I give up trying to ignore him, and look at him. “What, Spider?” I ask, impatiently, eager to go back to daydreams about that fine ass of Kerri’s.
“You just got some, didn’t you? Spider asks with a grin. “I can tell it by the way you’re walking, man. By the way you smell.”
Did Kerri’s perfume come over with me?
But no, this is exactly what that motherfucker wants.
“Just shut the fuck up, Spider,” I say with a sigh. “If you know what’s fucking good for you.”
Normally that’s enough to convince Spider to shut up, but today he’s apparently not that afraid of me.
His face takes on a serious mien all of a sudden. “Listen to me, man,” he says taking a step closer and hushing his voice. “I talked to Grinder and he’s set for helping you break out of St. Smith’s, but he’s going to want medical transfers for him and three of his boys too.”
Holy fucking Christ. What was Spider getting me into?
Without thinking I jump off the bed and grab Spider by the scruff of his jumpsuit and pull his feet off the floor. With a sudden jerk of strength, I shove him against the wall.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask him, my voice gravelly and dark.
But Spider isn’t unfazed all of a sudden. He looks me straight in the eyes. “It’s exactly what I said, man. Grinder is down with your plan,” he says steadily and evenly. “With your connections and his, you guys will be outta St. Simon’s in no time. But to help you, he’s gonna want to tag along. That’s the price.”
“I never said I was going to do it!” I hiss at him and push him against the wall in again. “I don’t know if I can convince her.”
Spider only shrugs. “Not my problem, broheim,” he says casually. “By the way, you’re taking me too in whatever little adventure you and Grinder are going on. Let’s call that my price for getting you the people you need to finish your plan.”
No way am I risking Kerri’s life over this. Not when she’s been amazing to me. Not when I’m falling in…
“I’m not going to fucking do it,” I say to him strongly. “You can go back and tell Grinder that you’re a dumbass who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.”
I let go of Spider and his feet fall to the floor as I turn away. I’m not getting involved in this. Not now. Not after what I’ve built with her.
But Spider isn’t done either.
“Grinder thought you might end up saying that, bro,” Spider says to my turned back. “So, he told me that it’s in your best interests if you follow through on your end of the bargain.”
A bargain I never struck. I’m not bailing Spider out of this one. He can just go fuck himself for placing Kerri in danger like this.
I take one step toward my bunk but apparently Spider isn’t done. “Or else, they’ll make your life Hell, but they’ll make sure to do it by ending hers, amigo.”
The words send a jolt of electricity through my body and I freeze.
He can’t be serious.
I’ll fucking kill him. Right now.
I turn toward Spider. He shrugs. “It’s nothing personal, Lucien,” he says to me in an air of not controlling events. “Just strictly business is all it is.”
I pause for a moment.
Wealthiest man in D-Block?
Try the most unlucky guy ever fucking born.
Kerri
He waltzes into the room with his head held high, his piercing eyes immediately finding mine. My heart is drumming inside my chest, beating furiously against my ribcage. It doesn’t matter how many times I see him, it never changes.
“Take his handcuffs off,” I tell the guard that accompanies him. Sternly, the rotund guard does what I tell him, fitting his key inside the lock and turning it. Lucien flexes his arms immediately, and I can’t help but swallow hard as I see
his hard muscles pushing against the fabric of his shirt. “You can leave, I’ll take it from here,” I continue, turning my attention to the guard. He does as I tell him, not uttering a single word; he just shrugs and, turning on his heels, walks out the door, closing it behind him.
I sign my name on the spreadsheet I hold in my hands, marking an X next to Lucien's name. This is supposed to be a simple check up, but we both know that all that we’ll be doing during the time we have has nothing to do with me being a part of the medical staff. Unless anatomical studies count for something, that is.
The moment the door closes, Lucien crosses the room toward me, his lips curling upward into a smile. His hands go to my waist and he pulls me in, pressing his lips against mine. My eyelids drooping, I surrender to his kiss, parting my lips and allowing his tongue to slide inside my mouth. Our tongues wrestle against one another, and I let the spreadsheet fall from my fingers, my hands eager to feel something other than paper.
“Missed me?” He asks me with a smile, pulling back from my lips. I purse my lips, my hands on his waist.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I manage to tell him, the words sounding meaningless to me. Yes, we shouldn’t, but now’s already too late for regret… If I had any, that is.
“You said that the last time too,” he grins, his body pressed tight against mine. I can already feel his hard cock tenting his pants and pushing against my leg. My God, I can barely wait to get out of my pants and have him inside of me. I think of a response, but there’s none. All there is inside of me is an insatiable craving, one that threatens to consume me every single minute of the day.
After our first time together, there hasn’t been a single night that I haven’t dreamt of him… And I have done more than that. Under the safe refuge of my sheets, I let my imagination run wild, images of his naked body flashing behind my eyelids as I let one hand wander down my body. Every single night, I come thinking of him. And then, when I fall asleep exhausted, he haunts my dreams, his hard eyes always finding mine through the fog of sleep.
I lean into him, my lips parting and fitting against his. We kiss in abandonment, the real world just a detail. Tracing the outline of his pants, I let my fingers go around his waist, and then I slide them under the fabric of his boxer briefs, the warm skin of his buttocks against the palm of my hands.
“I’ve been thinking of this all day long,” I tell him, feeling his hard buttocks with my spread fingers. I let my hands go around his waist to his front and, still under his underwear, I curl my fingers around his hard cock. Just like in my dreams, here he is, more than ready to unleash a storm of pleasure upon me.
“I know, Kerri. Well,” he gently grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting my head up so that I’m looking straight into his eyes. “I’m here now. What are you going to do about it?”
I open my mouth, my brain working fast to think of anything just remotely coherent to tell him. But why use words when actions speak so much louder?
“I’m going to do this,” I whisper, going down to my knees without breaking his gaze. As my knees touch the floor, I push down his pants and underwear, only stopping when they’re all bunched up around his ankles. With a knowing grin, he kicks of his shoes and steps out of his clothes, his cock standing at attention and saluting me. He grabs the hemline of his shirt and pulls it over his head, throwing it over the stretcher bed in the corner.
Clothed, Lucien is a wonder of nature. Naked… He’s a miracle. Every muscle in his body seems to be made of granite and dreams, his skin tightly stretched over his abs. But I don’t intend to just stare at him in awe. A smile on my lips, I look up at him as I lean in, my tongue peeking between my lips it reaches for the tip of his cock. I only brush it against his glans, the salty flavor of his pre-cum making my heart drum louder.
My tongue circling his tip, I slowly start to lean forward, my eyelids drooping as I go further, his glans pushing past my lips. I let it roll over my tongue, his shaft sliding inside of my mouth easily. Lucien is thrusting slightly, moving hips toward me until his cock brushes against the back of my throat; then he pulls back, leaving only his tip inside of me.
A shiver goes up my spine as he lays his hands on top of my head, my mind fully aware of his dominant touch. I open my eyes and look up at him, that dangerous smile dancing on his face.
“I dreamt of this last night,” he tells me, hooking his fingers on my hair. “You were on your knees, and I fucked that little mouth of yours until you begged me to fuck you. I spent the whole night hard as a rock, just thinking of that.” Each of his words caress my mind, cooking all of my thoughts in a slow boil. His tone is calming but dominant, not an ounce of hesitance in his voice. This is a man that says what’s on his mind and I can’t help but love him for that. Did I say love? Because I didn’t mean to say that. This has nothing to do with love, nothing at all… Oh, why am I such a bad liar?
Lucien saves me from my own thoughts with one simple movement, pulling my hair by the roots and forcing my mouth down his shaft. I go willingly, my mind turning blank; there’s no past or future, all that exists is the now.
Guiding my head with his hands, he makes me bob my head back and forth, my lips rolling over his warm flesh as quickly as I can. But he wants to go even faster; he starts to thrust, his cock ravaging my mouth and making me desperately want him between my thighs. I can already feel my thong becoming drenched, the fabric sticking to my skin. If I keep going like this, soon enough my juices are going to start dripping down my legs, staining my pants. But who cares? He could rip off all of my clothes and leave me here, standing as naked as when I came into the world, and I wouldn’t care. All that matters is having him so close to me that I can hear his heart beating.
He keeps thrusting at my mouth until my knees start to ache, only stopping when his cock suddenly spasms. His whole body tenses up, and he takes a deep breath, caressing my face with the back of his hand. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of me and grabs my hand, pulling me up to my feet. Standing just an inch away from him, I’m breathing hard, flames starting to lick at my skin.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispers. “I can’t control myself.” I don’t even know if he’s talking to me or to himself, but I have no time to wonder about that. His hands on my waist, he pushes me back with a growl; I take two steps back, my ass hitting the edge of the stretcher bed, making it bump against the wall with a loud noise.
“Is everything alright in there?” I hear the guard asking from the other side of the door, his voice like a punch to my gut. Lucien doesn’t even blink; he presses his naked body against me, sliding his hands under my shirt and running them up to my breasts.
“Yes…” I say, trying to speak between breaths. “I… I just dropped something!” I manage to say, hoping the guard has as much interest in doing his job right now as I have in doing mine. I wait for a few heartbeats, all of me melting as Lucien squeezes my breasts, but the guard doesn’t respond back. I breathe out deeply, feeling as if I’ve just dodged a bullet. “We have to… be quiet,” I tell Lucien, my chest rising and falling at a fast rhythm.
“We’ll try,” he corrects me, letting go of my breasts and sliding his hands down to my waist. Grabbing me harshly, he makes me turn around abruptly and then, his forearm across my back, he bends me over the stretcher. I grit my teeth, choking down a moan as I feel his cock pressed tight between my ass cheeks, over the loose fitting fabric of my pants.
He pushes my hair over my shoulder, and then leans in, his lips on my neck. My skin prickles as I feel his mouth on my skin, his kisses as tender as they are dangerous. His hands pressed tight against the flesh on my waist, he slowly runs them down, pushing my pants down just a few inches, enough for my thong to show.
I shiver as I feel him tracing the contour of my small thong, his finger slowly moving across my buttock. He’s moving slowly, seductively, but he’s like a coiled spring—ready to burst at any time. And that’s exactly what happens. Without any warning, he breathes
out sharply against my neck and, abruptly grabbing my pants and underwear at the same time, he pushes them down my legs and to my knees. I half expect him to smack me across the buttocks, but that’s not what he does. Instead, he pulls back and goes down to his knees, the palm of his hands resting against the curve of my ass.
He spreads my cheeks apart and then squeezes them hard, my body leaning further against the stretcher. Then, spreading his fingers, he pushes my buttocks up, making me go on tiptoes; before I can even process what’s happening, he lunges at me, burying his face between my thighs and under my ass. A slight moan leaves my lips as he presses his mouth against my pussy, hurriedly sucking on my folds as I become wetter than ever.
I let my head down, my forehead pressed against the thin mattress as I choke down a moan, biting hard on the sheets. He keeps devouring me, not caring if I moan or if I don’t. He’s fearless, not a single worry on his mind. To be honest, the more he keeps sucking my pussy, the less I worry about being caught. It just seems so unimportant right now. What does it all matter when my body is burning with pleasure, the most perfect man I have ever met savoring me?
Not only does he know how to handle his long thick member, he sure knows how to drive a woman completely insane with just his mouth. Jabbing with his tongue, he parts my labia and slides his finger inside of me, viciously licking me as I picture my juices dripping down his chin.
“Oh, God…” I mutter, my hands curled tight around the bars on the stretcher. I’m grabbing them so tightly my knuckles have turned white, all my muscles tensing up as I succumb to his mouth. The sheets between my teeth, I manage to stop myself from screaming, my body shaking as I come violently. Even so, a throaty moan makes itself heard, luckily muffled by the mattress. Careless as he is, I still expected him to ease up, knowing that the guard is waiting for him right on the other side of the door. Of course, I should know him better by now: instead of slowing down, he goes even harder, sucking and licking in a vicious chain of perfectly matched movements.
My muscles are still twitching when he places one arm around my waist, his hand going down to between my legs and searching for my clitoris. The moment his fingers find it, all hell breaks loose inside of me. I come again, just seconds after my first orgasm, and this time I have to bite my own forearm in order not to scream. I don’t even feel a thing, pleasure obfuscating everything but that mind numbing delight that rages through my veins. My eyes shut tight; I feel a tear falling down my face. This is actually the first time in my life this has happened, crying from ecstasy.