Chapter 33

Katy

Seeing Marcus in cuffs is more hilarious than anything.

He probably shouldn’t have tried to follow me if he didn’t expect this kind of an ending.

I’m used to going to jail. What I do for a living requires that I’m always expecting jail as a possibility.

I’ve made myself well aware as to how to escape from behind bars because it’s always a possibility.

But Marcus is not that way. He’s a straight shooter, and he obviously plays life by the rules. That’s why I find his struggle against this confinement so amusing.

They put us together in the same cell, and I could not be more grateful for that. At least I have someone interesting to pass the time with. No matter that, I’m starting to fall for him.

“Marcus, I’m so sorry that this happened. But really, you should never follow me. It kind of serves you right,” I say to him, though I’m unapologetic, in truth.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t think it would lead me behind bars. You live some kind life, Katy,” he says.

”Remember the first time we met?” I say. “It was in this building. Don’t you think it’s kind of romantic that we’re back here?”

He rubs his wrists where the handcuffs painfully cut into him. He looks at me like he cannot believe I’m making light of the situation.

“Romantic? I’m not sure jail is romantic,” he says.

“At least you’re not a woman,” I say. “And at least I won’t have to make this a lesbian love affair.”

He looks at me sternly obviously, not knowing whether to take that as truth or not. Marcus has a jealous streak that I don’t mind keeping a lid on.

The thought of me being with anyone, no matter who it might be, seems to incense him.

He says, "Katy, I don’t want to think of you with anybody else. Understand? I don’t want to know about your past loves and your past love affairs. As far as we’re concerned, this is the beginning, got it?”

The jealousy is starting to rear its ugly head. But part of me is happy that he cares so much.

I nod in submission, and I don’t know what to say back to him. Luckily, I don’t have to think about it long because he’s kissing me and pushing my back against the bars of the jail cell.

”You’re all mine, understand?” he says. ”I think you might’ve forgotten that for a second.”

Suddenly, things are turning hot in this cell. Maybe being locked up isn’t such a bad thing if your partner in crime is the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.

For the moment, I don’t feel like planning my escape. I feel like staying right where I am, with my back pressing uncomfortably against the bars and Marcus inching nearer to my mouth.

He kisses me hard, and with this one move, I know our time in jail is going to be unique.

I never thought of being had in jail before, but with Marcus, I know that we will end up fucking no matter what. He pushes me up against the bars so hard that I feel like my back might bruise, but it’s entirely worth it to have this hunk of a man straining up against me.

I can feel his long, hard cock underneath his jail uniform. I stroke it on the outside, and he sucks in a hard breath.

He kisses me more passionately than ever, and suddenly the pain of being apart is too great a burden to bear. I want him inside of me...fast.

I turn my head to look towards the guard keeping watch. She’s as lazy as they all are. We could get away with fucking right here, but luckily for us, the lights dim low as nighttime descends on the jailhouse.

He smiles and pulls me into his arms aggressively. There’s nothing in the cell but a very seedy-looking mattress atop a steel bedframe.

As soon as the lights dim, I take the opportunity to make sure that he remembers this time in jail as his best.

I sink down to my knees and pull his scratchy uniform down to reveal that massive, gorgeous cock. The idea of doing it in here is turning me on so much.

His breathing is ragged, and his manhood is throbbing only for me. I go to work, teasing and tasting his hardened cock. I give him a nice, wet blow job to make sure he’s thinking about what it would feel like to come down my throat.

Once I have it slippery with my spit, I go to town doing what I do best. I suck him hard. I suck him like his essence is the source of my whole life.

He holds himself steady with the bars and lets me go about my job, making sure he comes like never before...in jail. There’s something so sexy about both of us being locked up. There’s no place to go, nowhere to run. There’s nowhere else we can be except for right here in this moment, and I’m going to make him remember it with a certain amount of fondness.

I try to deep throat the length of his cock, but it’s just too big. It’s going to be my constant mission in life to take it down further and further even though I know it will never happen. I stretch my lips wide around his girth, and I’m starting to get so turned on that I simply have to finger myself.

His eyes are closed, and his head is tipped back as I suck his cock so deeply that he doesn’t even notice how I’m sliding my hand down the pants of my own starchy uniform.

I finger myself that I start to moan softly around his manhood. The sound must send nice vibrations along his shaft because he breathes deeply.

He looks down at me with lusty passion and says, “Fuck, Katy, I’m going to come.”

He sees me now fingering myself, and I can tell that he likes that. He watches me with a certain amount of fire in his eyes. I close my eyes and continue sucking his cock down my throat.

Warm spirals of pleasure start to build within my body, and I know I’m going to come right as I’m giving him a blowjob. I deep throat him, and it feels so good that my clit is starting to become engorged.

I come fairly quickly and scream around his cock, and he knows that I’ve released. I can tell that he loves the fact that sucking him off has made me come so hard.

I take his cock deep into my throat and pull out again. I find a stable motion to really get him going. I can feel that he’s going to come, but instead of shooting his load down my throat, he pulls out and makes sure to spray his sticky essence all over my face.

He knows that we’re in jail and that there’s nowhere to rinse off. He wants me to survive in here with his cum all over my face and body, and I can’t say that I want to deny him the privilege.

I lick up all of his seed that I can with my tongue. And I scoop the rest off my face and make sure he sees me licking my fingers greedily.

Then I get up and kiss him gingerly on the lips so that he too can taste himself on me. The fact that I just gave him the best blowjob of his life will have him remembering jail fondly. That was my mission, and I think I’ve achieved it.

There’s a little part of me that feels bad that I’m responsible for Marcus being in here. But I also know he’s a big boy and that if I can handle it in here, he definitely can.

“Well,” he says, "that was interesting. You certainly know how to make the most of jail, Katy.”

“Well, I’ve never stayed in a jail cell for long. But you’re changing that, Marcus. I think I could be with you anywhere and be happy, even here.”

I sit down on the uncomfortably thin mattress. It’s the only place to sit. I look around at the bleak surroundings and I’m happy that I have Marcus here to at least make it fun.

Normally I’d be well on my way to figuring out how to escape. He knows I can do it and I wonder why he hasn’t asked.

“You know I can bust us out of here, right?” I ask.

He sits down beside me and says, "I know. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you escaped me before. I have my lawyer working on getting us out. But in the meantime, I kind of like being here with you.”

“Okay, so you want to get out of here the legitimate way...by the help of a lawyer.”

“I don’t escape things like you do, Katy. Everything’s above board with me,” he says.

"Trust me, this much I know about you already. I guess if you’re going to stay, I might as well parlay my escape for a little while,” I tell him.

“I promise to make the waiting game interesting,” he says.

And with that statement, my decision’s made. I’m not going anywhere without Marcus.