by Skyler Andra
Like spontaneous combustion, an instinct I didn’t know I possessed took over. Whatever its origin, the feeling was now in charge, and I slid my arms around his neck, kissed him again, deeper and harder. His arms wrapped around me. I had no idea what I was doing, and at the same time, I knew exactly what I was doing. One kiss led to another, more urgent, as if the spark between us ignited.
Tor put one hand at the small of my back and the other tangled in my hair.
He kissed his way from my cheek to my neck, and I reflexively closed my eyes. There was no denying his kiss left me scorching, that his body against mine felt incredible. That the brush of his lips and his tongue on my skin was torrid. And there was no denying I was a woman with needs. Needs that begged for satiating. I decided not to see him as a temptation, but as a necessity.
He took the palm of one of his hands and ran it over the roundness of my breast, rustling against my hardening nipple. He lifted his face from my neck and stared up at me with desire that made his eyes a darker blue. I didn’t protest when he unzipped my uniform to expose my bright pink lacy bra and my stomach. He inched my uniform down my arm, kissed my shoulder as he skimmed his hand over my skin.
This time when he pulled away, he looked at me again as if asking for permission. I peeled the rest of my clothing down my torso, earning a sexy smile for it. I didn’t object when he undid my bra and dropped it on the floor. His hand squeezing my breasts were as warm as he made me feel inside. And to quench that heat, he brought his handsome face to my chest and took one of my hardening nipples in his mouth.
I let out a sharp breath and gave myself over to the deliciousness of Tor sucking my flesh. He grazed the other, gently plucking it with his fingers, before teasing it with his tongue to ease the sting. At the same time, he slid down to stroke my abdomen. I leaned my head back and moaned softly, at the insistent tugging of his lips at my nipples and the swirling of his tongue around them.
The whole world fell away except for the bed beneath me, and the hazy sky of pleasure making a canopy over us. He transported me into a world where there were no Guardians, no sentences, no danger or threats, only a gorgeous hunk giving me the sweetest of pleasures.
Tor licked, sucked, lapped and nibbled his way across my chest and kissed tenderly between my breasts. “You’ve got such nice tits,” he whispered.
A thrill of excitement swirled through me and landed in my core.
He moved a hand down my bare stomach to the zip of my uniform. My soft groan encouraged him to remove the rest of my outfit from me with gentle tugs.
Biting my lower lip, I watch Tor stand up, and slowly zip down the top of his uniform. He grinned, teasing me, flashing one pec then the other. I laughed as he slipped it down, exposing his tight, taut skin, the muscles that expanded and contracted with every move he made. My heart fluttered as he took off his boots and yanked his whole uniform off. His strong legs were dusted with light hair, and I licked my lips. His briefs, bright blue like Superman’s, held back a bulge that made my mouth water.
Tor smiled a crooked, admiring smile, and leaned forward, capturing my mouth in another kiss.
I leaned backward across the bed and brought him with me. He settled on top of me, pinning me there, and let the kiss go on. Having forgotten everything now except him, I groped the tight muscles of his arms, encouraging him.
Tor slid his hand inside my panties, seeking the wet folds of my pussy. He moved his fingers up and down as if I were an instrument on which he played a tune. The noises of bliss that I made were musical enough, and he accompanied them with sweet humming sounds of his own, moving his mouth from one of my breasts to the other while continuing to strum my pussy. He took my hand and moved it to his cock, which was hard and hot. I stroked him over the fabric of his briefs.
“Mm,” he said, and I softly repeated the same as he tugged off my underwear.
My body tightened with a sudden, giddy abandon, at the feeling of him slipping his fingers into my pussy. I shut my eyes and slid my hand along the thick length of Tor’s shaft. His cock throbbed, and my body sang, propelling me closer to orgasm. Our moans grew louder as the pleasure increased. Whatever spontaneous thing had burst into being between us, we let it take us where we needed to go. Soon, I shuddered beneath him as my orgasm rolled over me.
Smiling, he removed his fingers and licked the moisture from them. I pulled his briefs down, letting the full length of his cock bounce free. The head dripped pre-cum which I massaged over his delicious tip.
He gazed at me, his crooked smile making delicious promises. “You like candy, beautiful?”
I liked his sexy metaphor. “I want your candy.” I pumped his cock harder, and he moaned.
With a final kiss, Tor sat up, pulled the poster of The Dark Sorceress away from his wall, removing something from a hidden cavity behind it. A snickers bar and a condom.
“Lay back, candy girl.” He peeled the wrapper off the bar.
Okay. I was up for some totally hot melt the candy bar on my body action.
He sucked the end of the exposed bar until the tip softened. Melted candy trailed along my breasts, my nipples, smearing chocolate on me. With hot strokes of his tongue, he cleaned it off, and I melted, along with the bar.
Oh yeah.
He glazed the candy over my entire torso, down my ribs, tracing patterns over my stomach. I moaned and arched my back as he circled my belly button, licking me clean as he went. My god this was incredible. I’d never done this with another guy before and I liked it. Down he moved, brushing my pubic hair with the bar, and I sighed. He spread my legs, rubbing my pussy and clit gently with the edge of the candy. I quivered when he lowered his head and sucked the chocolate off my clit.
“Be my candy girl.” His hot breath whispered on my burning mound.
When he inserted the candy into my pussy, I gasped and glanced down.
That’s some kinky shit, right there.
His eyes burned with a strange desire. A dirty and taboo desire.
He pressed a hand to my stomach and slid the bar in and out. “You like that, candy girl?”
Oh, God, it felt kind of good. Not as good as a thick, hard cock, but good. The way he pumped it, shallow at first, then a little deeper, created a fantastic friction against my pussy.
“Oh, my God.” I clenched his bed sheets as my pleasure built.
“Oh, fuck, that’s good, candy girl,” his cooing voice rolled forth. “That’s fucking good…”
He kissed my belly and I moaned, clasping his head, running my fingers through his hair, imitating what he did to my pussy.
“Yes, keep going.” I didn’t care that my pussy was going to be filled with melted nougat, nuts, and chocolate. He could suck it out, or I could wash it out. I just wanted to be his candy girl.
Tor fucked me faster now, plunging the bar in as deep as he could go as if expressing his need. At the same time, he stroked his hardened cock in one hand. Silver Blazes, it was sexy.
“Fuck, yes,” I cried out.
But when I was on the edge of exploding, he pulled the melted bar out of me. I groaned, showing my displeasure, until he licked my juices and melted chocolate from the bar. That had my internal body temperature scaling up three degrees. He set it on the wrapper beside his bed.
With a wicked smile, he tore open the condom with his teeth and spat out the plastic. Cock sheathed with a latex, he at last settled on his knees, dragging me down to meet him, and I hitched my thighs around his hips. The head of his cock slid along my clit, and I almost screamed. Smiling, he slipped his hardened length inside me with a smooth stroke. I gasped from his sweet and urgent rhythm.
I had no coherent words to respond to his pumping. In a blind daze of pleasure, I grasped and squeezed his sides, my nails digging in. Tor’s grunts matched his faster and harder pumps, and I wanted more of him. I arched my back as far as it would go to deepen the angle. The pleasure became like a time bomb of ecstasy, ticking away the minutes to ultimate release.
> I was already warmed up, ready. And so the pleasure hit me first. It blasted through me like a super-hero’s power, the strike of a Thunder God’s hammer, an all-consuming bolt of energy that struck with superhuman force. The awesome power of my climax rocketed me to the ceiling. Sound effects exploded inside me. POW! BLAM! FZZZAP! Like a fucking comic book!
I clenched my teeth to stifle my wail. My thighs tightened around him, and I clutched his shoulders. He exploded inside me like another blast of cosmic super-power, and his cock surged in my pussy.
Worn out from exertion, Tor pulled out and collapsed on top of me, lying in my arms, panting with me. He rested his head on my shoulder, and my hands roamed down his back and caressed his firm ass cheeks. Truth be told, the spontaneous combustion of sex had taken me over so completely I didn’t want it to be over.
As he ran his fingers down my arms, I contemplated what we’d just done, and whether I should have allowed it to happen. It had come upon me so suddenly, inexplicably, that no power in the universe could have prevented it. And if I was being honest with myself, I hadn’t wanted to stop it either.
“Please tell me this is something we both wanted,” he asked.
I grinned. “Oh, yeah.” But I liked that he asked.
“Good enough to let it happen again?”
I felt his stiffening cock against my thigh. We were possibly going to share a cell for a few nights until I felt comfortable enough to return to my own… alone… and I didn’t want to be without his protective arms.
“Maybe…” I said coyly.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and ran my fingers through his hair, caressing my lover. For now, that was what he’d be. We would have to see what tomorrow brought and how it changed my relationships with the others. Could what we’d shared be kept a secret from the team?
Chapter 29
Tor
“You know.” I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Skin, soft like silk begged to be kissed all over. Especially her thighs. God. She was so fucking cute, she had my dick twitching and begging for her again. “You’re my prison bitch now.”
She laughed, tossing her head back, jiggling those sexy orange curls. “Am I now?”
Her eyes found mine, and our gazes locked. I’d never met anyone as incredible as her. She ticked all the fucking boxes. Feisty. Didn’t put up with shit, and I sure as hell needed a woman who could keep up with me. Pure vixen in that damn uniform, and it was almost a damned shame to strip it off her. Into comics and superheroes – major tick. Guts and determination and didn’t give into hard challenges. Tender and compassionate. Right now, she was the missing ingredient for the team, to help smooth our differences and bring us back where we could work as a unit. And I definitely wanted her on my team, out on missions, and in my bed.
To show her, I leaned in, nibbling her throat, slowly lapping the curve of her neck and shoulder.
She twisted her head to lean in. “Does being a prison bitch come with perks?” Her steamy breath on my ear had me aching inside for her. “Just weighing up if I want to be one.”
I squeezed her waist and she breathed even harder into my ear. “Better soap, shampoo and conditioner.”
“Thank god!” Her finger trailed my collarbone, down my neck, inching across my chest, twirling first around one nipple then the other, practically making me explode. “Because the shit they have in the bathroom is goddamm awful.”
“Gives you rashes?”
“Hell yeah.”
“We can’t have that.” I kissed her on the lips, teasing, tempting her and she pressed into me harder, wanting more. Blood rushed to my cock, and it stiffened again.
When she pulled away, she asked, “How about new edition comic books? Custom order audiobooks?”
“That requires a special down payment.” I panted each word, giddy with arousal, hardening with each touch. I kissed her again, hard, hungry, desperate to taste her.
She pulled away, her eyes hooded and lusty. “Prison bitch currency?” She ran her hands along my biceps, the muscles in my shoulders, my chest and stomach, stopping short at my hips, and I bucked, telling her to keep going.
Whoa! I wouldn’t say no to her. But I wasn’t a creep that would insist on payment of contraband by sex. But, I’d play her flirty game. “That’s correct.”
Fuck me, I was almost ready to flip her over and take her again.
“What about protection from assholes like Devon?” she enquired.
I tapped my chin. “That’s part of the deal.”
“Sneaky kisses in the laundry room?”
“A given.”
“Carrying my lunch tray for me.”
“Now you’re asking a bit much.” She playfully slapped me on the arm for that.
“Foot massages?” She twisted her head to a cheeky angle and raised an eyebrow.
“No.” I tickled her. “You’re my bitch. You give them to me.”
“No deal!” She poked me in the ribs and I laughed, even though it hurt.
“Let’s set some ground rules.” With every word, I delivered a soft kiss that made her arch her spine and neck. “Right now, you’re my prisoner.” I held her by the waist, rolled onto my back, bringing her to lie on top of me. “To do what I want with.”
She crawled backward and straddled my hips, and I hitched her ass, pulling her over my cock. “Is that so?”
I fondled her ass, so round, taut, more than a handful. Heat spread all over my body, like a fire consuming wood. My body ached to fuck her over and over. Have her scream my name. Show the others she was mine.
Before her, I’d felt lost, adrift on a stormy sea. This girl had awoken a dark need in me, one that was starved, and I wanted to touch her, let her feel as if there were nothing else in the world but me.
Some of the other prisoners had girlfriends or boyfriends, and I wouldn’t say no if Supergirl wanted to be my girl. But if she said no, I don’t know how I’d feel about that. Disappointed and embarrassed probably.
“New order from the warden.” My dick stretched to full attention beneath her, and she rocked against it, leaning her head back. The sound of her groaning, combined with the friction of her pussy against me sent a lightning bolt to my cock, and I moaned.
“I guess I can’t disobey that order, then.” Fuck me, she was good at this game, and boy, did I like to play games. If she was into this, then maybe she might be into something a little bit kinkier. Worth a try.
“Hurt me.” I grabbed her wrist.
“What?” She stopped rocking.
“Hit me or something.”
“Why?”
“Cause I like it.” I liked pain. Atonement for all my momentous screw ups. Made me forget about all the other shit in my life. “Please.”
“Er…okay.” She slapped me. Soft, playful. Not enough.
“Harder.” I patted the side of my face.
She did it again, and a slight sting bit into my cheek.
“Again.” This time the pain cut deep, and I rubbed my jaw. That was more like it. I rocked against her, encouraging her. Wanting more.
She bit her lip, swayed her hips, looking uncertain. This wasn’t her thing. It wasn’t most girls’ idea of a good time. I let it go because I didn’t want to scare her off. Not yet. Not when we were starting to bond, and I really liked her.
Her pussy ground into my cock with intensity. She wanted me. I wanted her. Plain and simple.
“Grab another condom.” I pointed at my poster.
She leaned over to pry the paper away and retrieve a few foil packets.
I raised an eyebrow. “Thinking of getting extra lucky, huh?”
“Mmm hmm.” She rubbed her pussy along my hard shaft, and I groaned.
But when she raked her nails down my chest, I cried out. “Oh fuck, yeah.” She did it again, this time deeper, dragging down my skin, drawing blood. Oh yeah. She was really getting into this.
Fully sheathed in a condom, I cupped her back and sat up, driving my cock into her. Ha
rd, fast and with no mercy. She gasped as I yanked her hair and bit her neck. Her soft whimper encouraged me. This time, she moaned.
Fucking A. She liked it too.
Supergirl rocked up and down my cock, milking the pleasure from me. This time it was different though. Slower, more deliberate, simmering, designed to draw out our pleasure. My body sang from our rhythmic fucking. Our bodies were made for each other, and I wanted to do this with her every night. God, I hoped she wanted it, too. With every thrust, I conveyed my need, my desire for her to see past the screw up, to the superhero, the provider, the protector parts of me.
Moaning, long and low, she reached back and cupped my balls. At first, she squeezed gently, then rewarded me with a harder grip.
“Oh, fuck me.” The pain was blinding, scorching, lighting bolts. “Don’t stop. That’s good.”
Encouraged, she repeated it, keeping the same intensity, which was fine with me.
I pumped into her, deeper, driven mad by what she did to me. The feel of my cock inside her wet, warm, and tight pussy almost made me cum. I quickened my strokes, faster, ramming into her, chasing that moment of release. I grunted as I brought her to another climax, like the breaking of a storm of desire, and her legs clenched my hips. She collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, her chest pumping rapid breaths.
I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. The afterglow this time was just as warm and sweet as before, though it came from a different kind of coupling. She clung to me, arms behind my neck, chin nuzzling into my chest. Tight and steadfast, like she didn’t want to let me go. A soft heat glowed in my chest. I really liked this girl. Might even be falling for her. And I wanted her to stay. I didn’t want to fuck things up.
“Did I do it right?” she asked. “Did I hurt you?”
I found her hand, sliding my fingers between hers, in and out, then clasping them tight. “Fuck, yeah.”
When she whispered, “I like you,” I smiled, pressing my lips to her chest, cuddling her, doing fucking backflips in my head.
“I like you, too.” I squeezed her tighter.