“Well the prospects can get pretty carried away.” He lowers his eyes, remembering his own overwhelming lust moments ago. “I mean they’re over-sexed, over-confident at being in the club.”
“What guy isn’t oversexed and overconfident?”
“Are you going to write all of us off like that forever more?”
“No. Sorry.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“What?”
“The bruises and cuts on your face.”
Now it’s my turn to look at the floor.
Crew walks around the end of the bed and takes my chin between his fingers and thumb as he seems to like to do. He tilts my face up to look at his. The intensity in his eyes slams into me and makes my heart leap at my throat like a wolf pouncing at prey.
“It lessens the pain when you share it.” He says. “Or so I’m told.”
“I was kidnapped.”
His eyes hold mine imprisoned for a couple of beats and then he turns me around and pulls me down on the bed. My heart leaps again but we sit beside each other rather than the renewed insatiable limb tangle I’d been secretly hoping for.
Crew says nothing but he takes my hand in both his and rests it in the groove between his two hard thighs. It’s almost too much for me, my sensual touch being that close to the prize I came close to winning. But my hand is enclosed inside his two much larger ones and he waits patiently for me to continue.
I don’t know how it happens but it all spills out. How my dad left when I was five and my mom seemed to lose her mind, between working two jobs at minimum wage, feeding a kid, drinking bottles and bottles of cheap wine, then switching to giant boxes of it, and trying to get her needs met with a succession of ever more dangerous-looking men.
“I guess you learn what kind of love you deserve while you’re a little kid.” I say, trying to brush off the pain circulating through my veins with some self-loathing.
“Maybe.” Crew says after thinking, or anyway sitting silently for a while. It occurs to me he must be way accustomed to sitting on the edge of a bed with nothing but his own thoughts for company. “But, any lesson can be relearned.”
“That what they teach you in prison?” I ask.
“They don’t teach you anything in prison.” He snaps. “So you make your life lessons your own responsibility.”
“By breaking free?”
“Yeah if necessary. What were you doing running around in the middle of the night if not breaking free from whatever was messing with your life choices.”
“Escaping.” I eventually say under my breath.
He’s right of course. In a way he and I are both on the run. Do I have the right to judge him when I don’t even know what he went away for?
“You’re best off not hooking up with any more bad dudes.” He says and breaks the spell I put myself under, the one where he’s an innocent abused by injustice.
“I guess so.” I whisper.
My voice croaks and sticks in my throat. My only emotion, despite the tiredness from being awake all night, is disappointment.
Somehow I had Crew up on a white charger coming to rescue me from everything - my entire life. But he’s got his own troubles to deal with and I’m sure he doesn’t need a hanger on. Still, I can’t shake off the intense let down of not forging that unbreakable connection of him pushing inside my body.
One hand covers mine so my palm imprints in his heavy thigh while the other reaches to grip my chin and turn my head to face his gaze. He holds me as he likes to do, devouring me with his stare until I start to tremble throughout.
Does he know what he’s doing? What he does to me with those eyes that seem to see deeper inside than I’ve ever looked myself.
And then the air around us goes still. Time seems to stop and I know what’s coming. He’s going to kiss me again. The tug of war in his eyes is unmistakeable.
I see him debating the wisdom of it and the pull of whatever is happening between us, has been happening all throughout this endless night, is too strong. His lips are floating toward me inch by inch.
My breath hitches and I part my mouth slightly urging him forward, ready to imbibe him.
The knock on the door shatters the silence like a clap of thunder.
“Crew, you asleep, Man?” A hesitant voice shouts through the wood.
6
Crew
How is it possible to have two such conflicting emotions clash through your gut at the same time?
I stride to the door and just about throw it back off its hinges as I admit the prospect who wants to grab his safe box that he had hidden in back of the closet.
He comes in gingerly, like a kid expecting to be side-swiped by an aggressive father. He doesn’t take his eyes off me the entire time even while rummaging in the empty closet.
Fuck, am I that scary now? The ex con, escaped con rather not even ex, a terrifying force for the younger generation.
My eyes go to Raven, sitting on the bed, young enough to be another child and just as insecure. She looks tired but also beautiful to my eyes.
The way her body responds to my touch, it feels as though every pore is reaching for me like flowers turning to the sun. She looks at me, nervous, but our gazes bolt on and stick, unable to break free of each other.
If I can’t touch her, or bury myself deep inside her, at the very least I can feed myself with the sight of her.
Her nipples are poking through the thin tee shirt, making my cock unfurl again. The fucker is desperate to get wet after all this fucking time but I don’t think that’s where the urgent need to own Raven’s body stems from. After all Tiffany is on the other side of the door, more than willing to get back in my bed. If not her, I could order any of the Pass Arounds to get naked for me with a click of my fingers.
It’s something more with Raven.
Something I can’t put my finger on, presumably because it’s never been like this before with any woman. After all I could have easily taken her with little effort on two occasions tonight.
I could take her now, but more than pushing myself deep inside her tightness, I want to take some time. I want to explore her body slowly, lapping around the rise of those perky nipples, moving down to do the same around her eager point.
The prospect drops his tin box on his way out of the room. It clatters to the floor, making both Raven and I startle out of our reverie.
“Sorry.” The prospect mutters for like the hundredth time since he came in here.
“Just get out.” I snap, more brutal than I meant.
“Yes. Sorry.”
I kick the door closed and turn back to Raven on the bed, watching me closely, expectation filling her gaze.
“Get some sleep.” I say.
Her features collapse. Can she actually be disappointed that I’m not going to hook up with her, after everything she’s been through tonight?
I must be imagining it. Fuck knows my imagination has run riot these last five years. But surprisingly none of my vivid pictures featured Tiffany. That was how prison made me realize that she was definitely not my old lady despite how fervently she pushed the matter.
Raven remains motionless, like she’s unsure where to put herself.
“You take the bed.” I tell her. “I’ll be fine on the floor.”
“No.” She squeaks. “You at least deserve to be comfortable. I’m sure you’ve had enough miserable nights.”
I grin because she’s definitely not wrong there. And it’s sweet that she considers my comfort and what I’ve been through.
“Please, let’s share.” She whispers.
“But the fucker took my king out, that bed looks like a full at best. Hardly big enough for a college kid let alone a monster like me.”
“I won’t take up much space, I promise.” She says softly.
I’m not sure I can rest in a bed beside her without my cock driving me completely insane. I can’t tell her that - have her think she’s not safe with the sex-starved escaped co
nvict. Nor do I want her to make herself small on my account.
“Christ, we both deserve a vacation in some tropical paradise with a bed big enough for three.” I say.
Shit, I hope she doesn’t think I want that - an extra woman in the scene. Nothing could be further from the truth. I think Raven could be enough for me for a lifetime. I have to shake my head with a grin. I’ve never had that thought about any broad.
“What’s so funny?” She asks.
“Just how different a man I am now, from before I went in.”
“I feel different too.” She says.
Her voice sounds exhausted and in fact sun is starting to peek around the edges of the window blinds.
“Like this is the start of something new. In my life I mean.” She adds, in case I get the wrong idea, I guess.
“Lie down, Babe.” I tell her and she immediately does as I say.
I help her move the pillows around so she’s comfortable. Then I look down at her, still doubtful that I can restrain the avaricious desire to pummel into her body. But her eyelids are already drooping.
I climb on the bed and shift myself right to the edge as far as possible from her body as I can, almost falling off. Raven is already snoring lightly and I watch her breathing for quite a long time.
Her tits go up and down and those fantastic nipples remain hard, poking through her tee like little bullets. I have to resist my desire to reach out and tweak one, roll it between my fingers until it extrudes to its fullest.
When I think I can trust myself, I reach out and lift a strand of hair that’s fallen over her eyes and carefully place it back by her ear.
As I remove my hand it brushes against her cheek and the velvety sensation makes the blood rush at my skin lining. I stroke the curve of it again, with a whispery touch so as not to wake her and marvel at how soft she is. Like a freshly blooming rose.
Then I trail my fingertip down the side of her neck, stopping while she shudders a little in her sleep, watching her closely for every movement.
My finger traces along her clavicle and into the hollow at the base of her throat. Her chest goes up and down right beneath the tip, a little faster if I’m not mistaken. Her tits are so perfect I can’t resist.
I know I should have better self control but she’s too delicious, so utterly intoxicating I feel helpless, like silly putty in her palm even though she’s fast asleep. My one finger point moves down her breastbone into her cleavage and then very, very lightly across the rise of her breast.
I draw delicate circles around her protruding nipple, marveling at how hard and eager it is while the rest of her sleeps.
I consider leaning in and taking it into my mouth but man, that would be a step too far. I cup her breast in my palm, trying to gauge out the weight of it, how perfect it is in my hand, like it was meant to be there .
So it’s a wrench to withdraw it but I know I have to because otherwise I’m going to push her legs apart and devour her right here and now.
I take my hand off her body and still feel the magnetic pull drawing me back in, as I strap my hand to my chest and hold it firm. Raven lets out a low moan, as though upset that I’ve departed but she’s still deep asleep so maybe she’s dreaming.
As though the drawing power refuses to release us, she shimmies her body across the expanse in the middle of the mattress until her body makes contact with mine. Her hand slides up over my abs onto my pelvis and she throws her thigh over my legs.
I lie rigid, frozen, wondering if she can possibly be asleep through all this. Even more so when she writhes her body closer, deeper, until every part of hers is merging into mine. Every curve meets its circumference, every piece of flesh melds into my ridges until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin.
I can only fucking imagine how it would be if we were naked right now instead of fully clothed in everything we’re still wearing since we met.
I drape my arm around her and pull her more tightly against me although she’s already so close there’s nowhere left to go. Her head is on my chest and when I look down I see a sweet smile at the edge of her delectable lips. Tiredness overtakes me in my contentment. Just having her soft body molding to mine gives me a sense of fullness.
As I fall asleep, my head is full of images of her lips swallowing the entire length of my raging length and bestowing ultimate relief on me with her divine mouth.
I sleep the deepest most relaxed sleep of recent memory but when I wake up, I’m alone. The gut punch of being abandoned by Raven hits me and I wish I’d taken my chance of possessing her when it lay open in front of me.
Where has she gone? Why has she gone? It tears me up not having her skin lining mine, her soft warmth seeping into my pores.
If only I’d stolen one taste of her. Spread her legs while she slept and sucked her sweet folds into my lips. I can imagine the aroma and flavor of her as clearly as if she were right here beside me. My head fills with delectable images of covering my mouth and face with her.
I come to again, her exquisite taste in my mouth and enticing images in my head. Naturally my dick is a steel shaft. And a weight bears down on my thighs. A tug pulls at my waist. I haul myself up out of a five years-overdue slumber and look down.
A wide smile spreads across my mouth.
“Good morning Sleeping Beauty.” Raven’s eyes flick up to find mine as she finally gets the stiff leather of my old belt pried loose. “This your chastity belt? I’ve been working on it for - ever.”
“Good morning yourself Beauty.” I say and I mean it.
She’s done something to herself and looks much prettier than yesterday although I know better than to announce that fact.
“Where were you?”
“Oh, did you miss me?” She grins naughtily and with a hint of triumph as she un-notches my belt and goes to work of the taut metal button of my jeans.
“Actually I did. “ I tell her without bothering to pretend otherwise, to act cool. “I woke up a while ago and you were gone. Being without you felt - wrong somehow.”
She lifts her eyelashes to give me a minx gaze again. I can tell she’s delighted with my honesty.
“I stank like a raccoon.” She says and I laugh out loud.
How many women would admit to that? I love it. I adore how down to earth she is while also rocking a confident aura. Not to mention that her hair is all glowing waves now she’s washed it. I bury my fingers into its lushness.
Cupping her head, I attempt to guide her up my body to connect with my mouth but she’s having none of it.
She inches down the teeth of my zipper and my cock bursts free like a wild animal untethered. She laughs with even more delight and grasps the upstanding pole in both hands. Lifting those devastating eyelashes toward my gaze yet again, she holds my stiffness while lapping the width of her tongue along the underside from root to head.
I groan way louder than is cool but I don’t care. The heat and spasms of pleasure running through me are driving me nuts.
“I’m going to explode if you keep that up.” I moan.
“Mmmm.” She hums, her lips caressing my tip.
She makes it sound like ‘yum’ and slowly parts those ripe lips, holding my rapt attention as she circles her tongue round and round, back and forth across my red engorged head. Her hands scoop up the juice form her tongue and go to work on the length of me as she continues to tease the crown.
I’m already starting to buck with the rush of orgasm building fast. I don’t want this to be over so soon.
She slides her mouth all the way down until she bumps into the root, her throat gagging as she attempts to swallow me. I reach under her armpits and pull her up my body. She rises up so she’s straddling me, her wetness covering my hard length, her folds enveloping me.
Just this position, her pussy swathing my pounding cock is going to have me exploding in moments. She’s got a tiny towel wrapping her body and nothing else.
I hook my finger into the top and with one tug the thin
g drops over my legs. She’s sitting on my pelvis bare naked.
“Fuck, you are so gorgeous.” I grunt, trying to stop the head of steam from releasing.
She looks pleased and a little shy. Her skin is lightly pink form the shower and her aroma is more than I can withstand.
“I waited all night for a taste.” I croak, my breath hitches as I cup her ass cheeks and drag her up my torso, watching as her spread lips come closer and closer to my mouth.
She lets out a squeal as she covers my rough chin and my days of stubble grazes her sensitive folds. I kiss her hard little point and flatten my tongue across the length of her clit. She shudders and trembles on my lips and I immediately want more of her.
One more tug of my palms around her butt cheeks and she’s entirely riding over my features. Her moist slick folds envelop my nose and cheeks. Here I can plunge my tongue deep into her tightness and eat my fill.
7
Raven
I arch my back and rock my pelvis across Crew’s stubbled chin as he makes me come with his expert tongue over and over again. My fingers tear at my hair and then scrape down his forearms, where he’s holding my cheeks firm in his palms so I don’t roll off his face with all my thrashing around.
“Oh my god that was unreal.” I moan when he finally allows me to flop onto the bed beside him.
“Unreal in a good way I hope.”
“You have no idea.” I say, he strums lightly through my soaked folds eliciting climactic aftershocks. “My body will. not. stop. coming.”
“What’s unreal is how multi-orgasmic you are.” He says.
“Yeah well it’s been a long time.” I say.
He takes his fingers away from stroking my destroyed clit to wipe the frown lines off my forehead. I get a strong whiff on my own aroma which he then sucks into his mouth.
He hasn’t had a woman in years but then I haven’t had a man, not really. Not one that loved my body like that and I certainly haven’t had an orgasm in the years I’ve been incarcerated with Trev.
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