by C. R. Jane
I was scrubbing a pan with a particularly difficult crusty residue when I asked the cook a question about if they made food for the Warden, and if so, what his favorite food was.
My question was met with silence.
Unsure if I asked a question they weren’t allowed to answer, I turned my head to look at her.
She was gone.
Feeling uneasy since the food she was cooking was still sitting there on the stove, threatening to bubble over, I looked around to see where she had gone.
And I saw him.
The prisoner from the other day. The one who had practically made my underwear combust just by being near his presence.
I was frozen in place with a strange mixture of lust and fear. After all...this prisoner may be hot, but he was also in the maximum security section for a reason.
How did he get out of his cell? I thought that this place was supposedly unescapable.
I was going to die.
I should have known better than to meet eyes with a probable psychopath.
I began to back away, not taking my eyes off of him. He just stared at me, his eyes devouring every inch of me until I felt like I was melting.
His mouth slowly moved into a smirk.
“How did you get out?” I finally choked when I backed up as far as I could go in the room.
“I have my ways,” he rumbled softly. I swear, I could hear the smile in his voice, and it did nothing to relieve the hormonal war going on inside me. That voice was going to be featuring in my fantasies for a long time to come if I survived this encounter. Deep, masculine, and raspy- it pulsed straight to my core.
“Why wouldn’t you just leave then? Why would you come to find me?” I asked, fear rapidly building inside of me as he continued to move towards me. The way he was stalking me reminded me of a panther. “I warn you, I probably don’t taste good,” I add lamely, grabbing a wooden spoon and holding it out in front of me like a weapon.
He just smirked at me and continued to prowl towards me.
“You’re all I’ve thought about since you came by my cell. And I’m not in the habit of withholding pleasure from myself,” he said calmly as he continued to move.
“You’re crazy,” I murmured, setting the spoon down and grabbing a metal spatula from the counter that at least had a sharp edge.
‘What’s your name, little one?” he asked, unperturbed by the fear I was exuding or the weapon I was brandishing.
Like I was going to tell him that. I pursed my lips stubbornly and he laughed, a soft throaty chuckle that threatened to set my skin on fire with its deliciousness.
“I’d like to know your name before I fuck you, but I’ll do without if I have to,” he murmered.
My mouth opened in shock, and then I blinked and he was in front of me. I took a deep breath in shock and couldn’t help but savor his smell, a combination of some kind of exoctic musk and oddly enough...the ocean. He stood there, inches from my face, studying me closely, his expression impassive, the heat in his steely grey eyes momentarily captivating me.
I blinked, trying to shake myself from whatever spell he had weaved on me. I was about to tell him off, or actually try screaming for help. But he shocked me by leaned in slowly, his soft lips just barely grazing mine, once, twice, then closing over mine in a supple kiss. His hot, wet tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me, exploring.
I should have fought it, but when he pushed his tongue past my parted lips with a languid sweep and a low groan...it seemed to reverberate straight through me clear down to my soul.
Somehow I knew a kiss with him would feel like this. Warm, slow, indulgent. The pleasure was almost jarring, like the first shock of sticky sweet caramel on my tongue, tasting so good my mind couldn’t quite comprehend it. But I opened my mouth for more, completely a glutton for the forbidden decadence. He fucked my mouth with his tongue, deep, long licks that resonated down to my core.
He lifted me up onto the counter and I didn’t even care about how unsanitary it was for me to be sitting where the prison food was prepared. Surely they had magic for that…
Alaric wrapped his hands in my long hair and I arched into him instinctively, silently begging for more, and something about the action changed everything. Little pulses of desire shimmered through my entire body, and I could actually feel my clit pulsing. The kiss went from slow and languid to rough and desperate between one heartbeat and the next. When his tongue thrust past my lips this time, it was harder somehow, more primitive. He tightened his fingers in my hair, holding me there as he nipped at my bottom lip. I opened wider, taking everything he wanted to give me. We were moaning and panting into each other’s mouths whenever we parted for air. The quiver of need between us was so violent, it became a physical manifestation, and both our hands shook.
When Alaric pushed his hips against me, I could feel the hard outline of his cock through his prison uniform. I fisted his shirt, stretched out the neckline as I gasped, and my entire body clenched from the rush of knowing he was aching too.
“Oh, I need—” I tossed my head backwards in beautiful agony. He responded by leaning down and sucking on the soft spot at the curve of my neck, making me jerk when the pleasure of it found a direct line to my clit. I couldn’t even begin to verbalize my desperation, but I tried.
“Please, Alaric. I—” I choked when he pulled up the top of my uniform, not hesitating to take it all the way off. I had a brief moment where I once again wondered what in the hell I was doing.
But then Alaric groaned as he looked over my body, and the sound of it sent heat burning from my face down to my neck and chest.
“Fuck, you blush all over.” He ran his thumb down the valley between my breasts, his fingers grazing the edge of my right one. “That’s sexy as shit. Your skin’s just so fucking smooth. Like, flawless. No tan lines, and look how you get all flushed just from me looking at you.”
He cupped my left breast with his other hand and grunted, his stomach muscles clenching noticeably. “I have a thing about women blushing.”
“Y-you do?” I wanted to turn my head and hide my embarrassment, but it was captivating to watch the way Alaric stared down at my body. It felt a bit like seeing a car accident—a part of me wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he breathed softly. He couldn’t seem to look away from my breasts. He rubbed a thumb over my nipple through the thin bra that had come with my uniform and provided almost no support whatsoever.
He suddenly flicked the back of my bra open, in a move so smooth that I didn’t want to think about how many women it had taken to make him that way. Once my bra slid off my arms, he circled the tip of my breast reverently, making me moan and arch into him again. Screw embarrassment, my eyes closed because that felt wonderful.
“I wonder what you’ll look like after you come.”
“What?” I squeaked as his thumb continued to trace little circles over my nipple that was tight from the pleasure of it.
Alaric wrapped his arms around my back, forcing me to arch into him. He leaned down, sucking my nipple into his mouth. Holy hell. It felt so good. I got weak-kneed, my body giving out and wanting to slide off the counter, down to the ground.
He held me up before I could fall. I felt his biceps clench under my fingers as I clung to him like a lifeline. He pulled me closer and moved his lips back up to my neck. My breasts would have mourned the loss, but I was already in sensory overload. Everything felt good. We were both breathless, and when he reached up, tugging my hair, exposing the curve of my neck, I arched into the tight hold, giving myself over to it like an addict as he sucked and licked the line of my throat up to the tender spot behind my ear.
“I’m gonna eat you out until you scream, baby.”
I wasn’t paying much attention. His promise was lost until he slipped his free hand to my waist and began to pull on the drawstring of my loose uniform pants.
Once my pants were undone, his hand slid under the lining of m
y underwear, touching me expertly. My face flamed because I was so very wet, swollen, and aching.
“Baby.” He groaned, pushing a finger into me without invitation or warning. I gasped and jerked from the white-hot rush of pleasure as he breathed into my ear. “Oh, yeah, that’s going to be mine.”
Oh.
No way. What was I doing?
I should have shoved Alaric off of me, but I was having trouble thinking because everything he was doing felt so good.
It was like he had drugged me. I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t explain anything. Instead I threw my head back, shaking and needy as he moved down once more. Sucking on my nipples again. Licking my skin as if I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Lower against my stomach, and then he was there.
I had given up on willing my body to stop. I helped him pull off the standard grey underwear they made us wear. I didn’t worry about anything, especially not the fact that I was completely exposed to a man I barely knew but felt this crazy connection with.
He groaned his appreciation as he looked me over, deep and guttural. The sound was so erotic, my core tightened and my nipples hardened, goose bumps rising along my skin despite the building heat between our bodies. He held me close.
“I love your body,” he said gruffly against my skin as his grip tightened on my hip. While he continued to taste me, his hands continued to move, gliding down my skin, my side, my waist. He made a hungry noise as he slowly explored every inch of my body down to my thighs. “Curves in all the right places.” His voice sounded like sex, like primal, raw sex. His eyes glowed like silver orbs in the dim lighting of the kitchen as he lifted his head up to look at me. “So pretty, baby.”
Something caught in my chest, because the way he was looking at me was so genuine. His look was too much for what this was. Nothing.
Alaric stood up to tug at the back of his shirt. He pulled it off in one fluid motion and then tossed it aside. I studied him, now bare-chested, showing off a few tattoos. Everything inside me stopped. Holy hell. He looked unreal with flawless, lean flesh over hard, rippling muscle. His body probably put everyone to shame. His stomach, chest, traps, and arms were powerful, heavy slabs of muscle, built to perfection. He had a defined eight-pack and that sexy V running along his hips disappearing into his low-slung pants. I wanted to run my tongue along that V. Worship it. Worship him. His chest and stomach were smooth, showing every nuance of his sculpted chest and defined abs. He was the embodiment of my every fantasy come to life, everything I had ever desired in a man. And more. I idly wondered how much time prisoners here were allowed to spend in the gym for him to look like that.
“You are perfect,” I said, mesmerized.
In that moment I forgot about everything but this beautiful, dangerous man in front of me. What the hell was I even worried about? He picked me up and walked over to the wall, pushing me against it as he continued to hold my weight like I weighed nothing.
“I need you,” I begged. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyeing me in surprise and a little smugness at the desperation in my voice.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
Alaric didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and sucked on one taut nipple again, making me moan and arch my back against the wall. I threaded my fingers into his silky hair, holding him to me as he continued to kiss me all over. His bare skin felt amazing against mine. So incredibly intimate in a way I hadn’t expected.
I watched the emotions play over his handsome face as he licked and teased me. A fresh sheen of sweat coated my body, making the slide of skin against skin slick. My legs were parted to support his hard, muscular form in between them. He pushed his rough palm against my knees, and I opened up wider for him.
An involuntary moan escaped my throat as his gentle kneading he had been doing turned rougher. I heard a hungry noise rumbling out of him, and then his lips, tongue, and teeth were exploring my quickly heating flesh with a new urgency. His greedy hands on my thighs turned desperate, moving higher, seeking more skin as his hard cock rubbed against me.
“Fuck. You know you’re mine… You know you were made for me.” He sounded equally aroused and frustrated.
Like a man born to recklessly take what pleasures life offered him, Alaric ran a thumb down my folds, still holding me up with his other arm.
“I have to taste this again,” he said gruffly.
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitance or insecurity in him, not with this, not stripped bare and staring at me like he wanted to remember all this as badly as I did. Then he gently lowered me and got down on his knees, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder. I watched, mesmerized by the sheer boldness in him as he sucked on my clit as if he owned it. The pleasure was blinding. I couldn’t help but close my eyes against it. My fingers tightened in his hair of their own accord, and for just a moment, I was worried it was too much. Then he pushed one finger into me, doubling the surge of bliss, and I couldn’t fight it anyway. I didn’t want to.
I cried out his name when his touch curved upward, hitting something inside me that made the feel of his tongue against my clit that much more potent. It was overwhelming, but I let myself sink into the rapture of it simply because I had no idea how to stop myself.
“Alaric!” My legs were shaking as the coil of pleasure tightened too fast to control. I pitched against his face, pulling his hair and opening wide to the onslaught when the ecstasy slammed into me hard, taking my breath away.
“What’s your name,” he asked stopping right before I went over the edge.
“Bastard,” I cried out.
“Your name,” he ordered.”
“Selena,” I breathed as he immediately went back to work.
“Yes, Yes, Yes,” I chanted breathlessly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My entire body quivered from it. My insides clenched to the hard, fast rhythm of release, and he rubbed against that soft spot over and over in response to the unspoken plea. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter when I felt myself coming again.
He was magic. He had to be.
I bit my lip, choking on my cries. My body was betraying me completely though. Alaric could feel how strong my orgasm was, inside and out. It hadn’t even fully waned before I became far too sensitive for his mouth, and I tugged at his hair.
He surprised me by pulling away, but he was still stroking me with his fingers. Somewhere along the way, he had worked a second one in, and it felt amazing. Alaric was over me now, watching me as he fucked me with his fingers. It dragged out my second release for what felt like forever, making me bite my lip even harder.
He stopped touching me only to reach up and free my bottom lip. His fingers left the tang of me on my lip and I inhaled quickly when he leaned down and licked it away a second later.
“No hiding.” He breathed against my lips. “I like hearing it.”
I blinked, stunned by how much that turned me on. “O-okay,” I stuttered.
My body was still raw and tingling from two powerful orgasms. When he reached down and pushed a finger back into me again, I gasped at the onslaught.
“You’re tight, baby.” Alaric stroked me again to prove his point, making me clench around him.
I wasn’t about to tell this sex god that this was only the second time that I’d had sex. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter
“Has it been awhile?” Alaric sounded amused at the thought. Maybe he was thinking I had been in the prison for awhile.
He had a little bit of an accent the more turned on he got and it only served to fuel the flame raging inside me, especially when he reached down and grabbed my right hand, pushed it against the front of his pants, forcing me to feel the long, thick outline of him.
“I’m not going to be able to keep myself away?” he growled.
I cupped him on instinct at the thought of doing this with him again, watching the way his eyes grew heavy-lidded from my touch.
With a boldness that I didn’t know I possessed, I pulled at the tie holding up his uniform bot
toms and then slowly pulled them down . Alaric flattened both hands against the wall, supporting his upper body weight, and then dropped his head to watch me free him.
“Fuck,” he groaned when I stroked the length of him.
“Fuck is right,” I murmured, a little bit distracted because I couldn’t believe how thick he was in my hand. I was stuck halfway between being nervous and so turned on I couldn’t look away from the sight of my hand around him. I stroked him from root to tip, and then rubbed my thumb over the head of it, practically salivating over what it would feel like pushing inside me.
“See something you like?”
I blinked up at him. “What?”
He smiled a cruel smile and grunted and arched into the embrace of my hand. “I’m going to ruin you,” he growled as he continued to thrust in my hand.
I watched the way my hand moved down the thick, tanned length of his cock, feeling breathless again.
He suddenly stilled my hand and pulled away from me briefly before hoisting me up in his arms once again. I wrapped my legs around him, because I needed him in me, even if it was going to be a tight fit. We were skin to skin at last. Words were gone as quickly as they’d showed up, replaced with a surge of emotion I wasn’t expecting. I caressed his face as he pushed close to me.
The fire in his grey eyes nearly consumed me as Alaric studied me.
“Selena-” His voice was a little choked. “I—”
I placed my fingers over his lips before he could finish. I could sense some sort of confession in his voice, and it was too much. I couldn’t hear it. Not when we were both locked away in this hell. It was crazy and insane and made about as much sense as any of the rest of it did, but I didn’t want to know what he was going to say, and I cut him off at the pass.
“Just give me what I want,” I pleaded, because I needed it desperately.
He groaned in defeat and buried his face in the curve of my neck. His lips felt like heaven, making a fresh sheen of pleasure dance over my skin. I turned my head, giving him better access as I traced the muscles of his back and let him work one hand between our naked bodies. I could feel his cock, hard and ready against my stomach, but he touched me instead. The seduction felt slow as he teased me and stretched me and made me so wet and needy I no longer cared how big he was.