Prison Promise (Prison Saints Book 1) by Demi Vice (4)

Gomez knocked on the counter with the glass he was cleaning. “Ay, Twinkie? Your guy’s here.”

I stayed quiet. Talking to anyone in my shitty mood was not a good idea.

“Chica? You still in there?”

I ripped my eyes off the bar schedule to see if I could see the mystery man. I couldn't. He was in the front, hidden by the mountain of booze.

“Ahrianna,” Gomez sang.

“No. Tell him to suck it, fuck it, and get the hell out. Kick his ass while you’re at it too.” I snarled.

Gomez boomed a single laugh. “You don’t mean that, Twinkie. It’s been over a month since you got your last potential renter. You need to find someone, fast, before Wazowski kicks up your rent at the end of September. I’m not giving you any more hours. You’re already pulling over-time.”

I sighed.

Stretching my back over the top of the booth, I tried to get a peek at the man who wasted my time. I still couldn’t see him. I plopped my ass in my seat, crossed my feet, and looked at Gomez. His face clearly expressing: Twinkie. I could practically hear his parental voice nagging. Gomez knew how to work around my pissy moods which meant he knew when I didn’t mean what I said.

I didn’t mean it right now.

“Looks like he’s got cash too. All cleaned up and shit. Originally from Whole Park.”

I drummed my pen on the table. I’d always been a sucker for people who came from the shit sides of Chicago.

“Fine…fine!” I snapped.

“Ésa es mi niña. I’ll give you thirty minutes to show the place, but when you come back, you better be wearing something worth a tip. Your tending tonight and you need to show them your tetas.”

“Let’s see if he’s worth five minutes.” I smirked to myself before going back to the schedule.

Gomez owned Diablo’s bar, but he always had me working on the schedule since he knew I lived and breathed on time management.

I didn’t hear the man’s footsteps behind me, but I heard the subtle sound of his wallet chain rattling. At the corner of my eye, I saw the man’s black boots and ripped black jeans, exposing a few inked pieces of art on his legs. He was light on his feet for someone his size. A fucking tower. The man dressed in black sat across from me, but I kept my eyes fixed on my notebook. Afraid that the second I saw him, I would want to tell him to fuck off or worse; flick my cigarette at his smug face.

People who wasted my time, I hated. Especially when I had everything planned in my head. But now?

Fuck.

It.

Making me wait three hours for his privileged ass. Who the hell did he think he was?

“You, Ahri?” His voice much deeper and raspier in person than it had been on the phone. Almost dangerous.

“What time is it?” I puffed out the smoke of my cigarette I desperately needed even though I knew it was no good for me. I rubbed my sore eyes that hadn’t been shut for almost eighteen hours. I didn’t stare at the man.

“Why don’t you tell me, Twinkie?”

“Nine, it’s fucking nine o’clock. And I told you to be here at six o’clock sharp,” I snarled, looking up at him, but did a double take. I bit the inside of my lip. He didn’t look like what I’d expected.

Thick jet-black hair styled back, a clean-shaven jaw, and decently groomed eyebrows that were naturally arched—naturally up to no good. His smile was malicious, and almost perfect aside from one slightly crooked fang. And his eyes were amber stones, with a black mosquito trapped inside.

“You’re the guy?” I squinted, tracing his face. A black freckle under the end of his eye, another in the stereotypical Marilyn Monroe placement. His tan was olive tone, but fair, as though he hadn’t been on good terms with the sun.

“What, you don’t like what you see?” He winked, and my cheeks betrayed me, showing off my bad intentions.

His tall frame, lean and muscular, took up most of his side of the booth. He wore all black, untouchable and vicious as the night. I let my eyes wander into the dark. Straight nose, sunken cheeks, jawline like steel, and a black rose tattoo on the side of his neck. Unexpected, but sexy. His hands and knuckles were all covered in tattoos, and I could only assume it matched what was under his clothes.

I dropped my eyes, staring at the schedule once more. “You’re fucking late. If you can’t make it on time to see the apartment how the hell can I trust you’re gonna pay rent on time?” I snarled, letting anger flow back into my body, pushing aside lust.

Mindlessly, I tapped my pen against my notebook. A nervous tick.

“I can pay with my body. I’m sure you can get some good use out of it.” His deep raspy voice penetrated my body, leaving my panties completely soaked and uncomfortable.

Oh. My. God.

This man sounded, looked, and talked like trouble. He should have a warning sign tattooed on the other side of his neck that reads: Warning: may cause orgasms on sight and sound.

I did my best to ignore my body which had completely forgotten that this man was irresponsible and lazy. I scribbled circles on the schedule paper and changed the song pounding in my ear.

“Whatcha listening to?” He invaded my personal space, abducting my iPod with a wide grin spread across his face.

He seemed like the kind of guy who was always smiling. Always happy, joking, and carefree without a worry in the world. I envied that. He laughed, rubbing me the wrong way, and I stole my iPod back before he went deeper into my sacred music selection.

The lyrics to my song tickled my ear, sending a chill down my spine and making the hair on the back of my neck dance.

“What the hell are you waiting for? Leave.” The words escaped my mouth, but it wasn’t all of me talking. This was the part of me who wasn’t affected by this man's raunchy personality, and killer looks.

The man sucked on his tooth and his eyes flickered with a plan that was definitely a bad idea and most definitely one that involved me. He plucked my cigarette out of my mouth and brought it to his perfect lips.

“Something tells me you don’t want me to leave since you’ve been waiting for me for three hours. Even though I think you work here. Why don’t you show me that apartment and I can make it worth your time, Ahri.” He spoke my name like I was already wrapped around his finger.

I was.

I was frozen, heart racing, panties drenched, and eyes wide with so many emotions and thoughts racing in my head I didn’t know what to do with them. I tapped my pen harder. Fuck. He practically knows that I’m desperate.

For a roommate?

To get laid?

Who knows which one, but he knew.

I swallowed hard and began to get my things ready. I had to shove my memory card back in my brain. Fucking someone who will probably be your roommate is not a good idea, Ahrianna. Remember? I didn’t listen. My body was eager, impatient, and thinking of desires I hadn't felt in years.

“I never caught your name.”

“Jack. Jack Baron,” he said as he finished my cigarette.

“Ahrianna Lore,” I said, moving out of the booth.

I went into auto-pilot, tossing my bag behind the bar with Gomez while Jack chugged his dark beer. His eyes were glued on me or maybe my flip phone. It was ancient and definitely a conversation starter. I played with my keys when Jack got closer to me. He was tall, hovering over me like a halo, or in Jack’s case? A pair of devil horns. I couldn’t complain. I had the same matching horns of my own.

“Follow me,” I spoke dryly, unlike how my pussy was feeling. I was on two different planes. The top half of me with my head in the game and the bottom half ready to sit on anything that looked like a cock. Or Jack’s face.

Note to self: finish tour early and spend the rest of my free time with Sir Makes-Me-Scream in the shower, plus the shower head, and my butt plug too.

Pull all the big cards out today if you have to, Ahrianna.

“See you in thirty, Gomez.”

“Don’t forget your tetas!” Gomez shouted, as he groped his large pecs.

“Don’t forget your tits?” I smirked, taking a look at Ahri’s baggy sweater, wondering what goods she was hiding underneath.

“Tits for tips. Gotta come back and bartend after I’m done with you.”

‘After I’m done with you.’ I like the sound of that.

“Bummer. I like Gomez. There’s something about that black furry caterpillar on his face that makes me wanna buy out the whole bar, get shitfaced, wake up, then regret my entire existence.” I laughed, shoving my hands in my pockets, my wallet chain rattling with each step.

“Nope, it’s the bald head that does it for me. There’s something about a shiny head that makes me wanna rub it three times and watch a tiny-Gomez float out and grant me three wishes.” Ahri let out a small millisecond smile.

Oh. My. God. Ahri has a dimple. Just one. A fucking cute-ass dimple on the left side of her cheek. Fuck, even her dimple was fuckable. I bit my lip hard and let a chuckle tickle my throat.

Can I have her already?

“Anyway…” she cleared her throat and wiped her palms on her jeans. And I’m making her nervous. Oh, God. “…going back to the apartment. You have everything you need around here. Bar, a diner two blocks down, bread and desserts from the bakery downstairs, and there’s even a 24/7 hour coin laundromat behind the bakery. If you have a car, you can park it in the back. Your studio has a full bathroom, a full kitchen with a fridge, oven, dishwasher, and microwave, but there’s no storage or no closet.”

The place seemed like a palace compared to Tavernville, but I had a Bayne penthouse waiting for me.

“And you’re next door?” I cocked an eyebrow, the idea of living next to Ahri was semi-tempting.

“Barely. I work more hours than there are in a day. You’ll rarely see me, and if I come home, I only come to sleep, shower, and sometimes eat—” Ahri interrupted herself, my sexy Mercedes-Benz capturing her full attention.

“You’re into cars?” I brushed my thumb over my lip.

“No.” Ahri scoffed, paused, then spat on my car right in front of me, stopping my heart immediately.

You little vixen.

Ahri left my side, nose in the air like a prissy poodle, and disappeared into the alley. I watched the trail of spit move down my car window in the dimly lit street. A soft laugh escaped my lips. Ahrianna Lore was playing with fire, but she didn’t even know it.

Oh, I need her.

I need her bad.

I need Ahri riding my cock with my finger in her tight asshole. I need her losing her voice from screaming my name so loud and going numb from too many orgasms. And I need her spit to go somewhere else other than my car window.

And I’m going to fucking have it all.

All of her. Filling every hole, even that cute-ass dimple.

I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I almost bled. I followed Ahri into the alley, my wallet chain’s soft clink, breaking the empty neighborhood’s silence until I stopped. Ahri unlocked the last of the locks and opened the door before I slammed it shut, letting out a loud, uncontrollable deep growl.

I couldn’t control myself anymore.

I needed her.

I pulled her small body into mine by her neck and waist. The second I touched her a chill shot down my spine. That was new, but in my defense, I hadn’t felt a woman in seven years.

My swollen cock, pressed into her tight ass, already on the verge of coming in my jeans. Ahri didn’t fight me, she let out cute little purrs and grabbed my wrist as I carefully choked her. The perfect amount of pressure around her small neck to make her a little scared and dripping with arousal.

“Don’t worry baby girl. I’m never going to hurt you.” I kissed her cheek as she let out a soft moan. “But if you open that door, it’s going to be my invitation to fuck you harder than any man has ever fucked you. I promise. You’ll be red, sore, and looking like a hot fucking mess when I’m done with you,” I growled, biting her earlobe.

Ahri’s hands tightened around my wrist as I thrusted into her again and she moved her ass up and down my cock. Oh, fuck, she wants it bad, too. She let out beautiful whimpers and moans, her pussy burning my groin, and I swear, I could smell how delicious she was going to taste.

“Ohhhaha baby, you keep making those noises, and I’m not going to give you a fucking choice,” I growled, moving my fingertips inside the waistband of her jeans. I thrust into her ass one more time to make her break. To give her no choice, because Ahri was already mine.

Ahri let out a breathtaking gasp, and that was it for me.

I turned her around, kissed her half plump lips and ripped the door open. I gripped her ass tight and like second nature Ahri wrapped her legs around my waist as I slapped her ass. Ahri giggled, biting my bottom lip. I invited the pain and smiled through it.

“Fuck!” I let out a menacing growl and ripped off my jacket and shirt. “Daddy’s going to have so much fun with you.”

I fell back onto the wall, the light flickering on and blinding us both. Ahri worked fast, taking off her sweater to reveal a black sports bra. I bit her perky nipples through the fabric, making my baby girl scream.

“Yes, Jack! Yes!” Her legs held my waist in a death grip, and her nails dragged down my back leaving notes on my back.

Goosebumps covered my body from my name on her luscious lips and her fiery touch. Fuck! I ripped off her bra and sucked on her perky small tits like they were my life source. I fumbled and tripped up the stairs, catching my fall as I kept Ahri secure, pressed tightly against my raw body. She hugged my neck tight, and I sucked her tit so hard I was going to make her sore and purple. I finally got upstairs—injury free—and turned the wobbly knob to the first door.

“My keys are outsi—”

I cut Ahri’s off with a hard kiss. Everything moved so fast. I was so fucking light headed with no more blood left in my brain. I didn’t think twice when I kicked down the old wooden door. It opened wide with little to no effort.

“My door!” Ahri gasped.

“Fuck your door. Get naked! Now!” I threw Ahri on the bed.

The room pitch black aside from the light in the hallway seeping through.

I didn’t wait for Ahri to stop bouncing on her bed before I took her shoes, pants, and underwear off. Her scent filled the darkroom. I dropped to my knees, collapsing with lust. I didn’t imagine it when I smelled her outside. She was soaked and delicious just from my touch. I pulled her wet cunt to my face, her ass off the bed and I dove into her flower petals.

“Fuck! Jack!” She tried to push me away as I sucked on her clit and pussy lips.

She was so fucking wet and juicy, she didn’t even need me, but I wanted to taste her. I needed her taste. I bit her clit, watching Ahri yell with joy and giggle. My God, she was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted. Ahri clenched my hair in her small fist and rode my face. I moaned with each glide she took on my tongue and face.

Oh fuck, baby keep going. Keep riding my fucking face.

I unbuttoned my pants, freed my cock and started to stroke myself, but I stopped. I wasn’t going to last. I was going to cum before I even got inside of her and even then, I might not last.

“I’m coming! Jack. I’m coming. Jack—ahhh!” Ahri screamed.

It took only a few seconds until Ahri came fast and wild, drenching my face and wrapping one of her legs around my neck, pressing me tighter into her cunt like she was trying to suffocate me. I drank her dry and looked up at her as I bit and tugged on her beautiful flesh. I slipped two fingers inside of her to feel her sexy, tight cunt tremble and pulse around my fingers.

Fuck, this girl was fucking tight. I didn’t know how she was going to handle my cock.

Ahri completely shut down. Her eyes rolled back, mouth a perfect ‘o,’ and her lower back arched like a fucking rainbow. I slipped my fingers out, watching her come back to me. She flattened her arched back, uncurled her toes, and dropped her legs. But she never released my hair. Ahri let out soft moans as I gently played with her throbbing clit until I reminded her that I was nowhere near done with her. I growled into her cunt, took a bite, and slapped her tits.

She jumped out of her relaxed state, shooting a hot glare my way.

“Red. Sore. And a hot fucking mess. That’s what I said.”

I slapped her pussy, making it bounce. I slapped it a few more times, each time Ahri flinching her legs closed, but each time opening them up for me to do it again. That’s my good fucking slut. I slapped her tits and rolled her red nipples between my fingers.

“Red? Check.” I gave her red pussy a final taste before I crawled on top of Ahri, my cock laying on her stomach.

“Oh my God.” She gasped, and her eyes locked onto the pre-cum glazed tip of my cock. With her eyes, she stroked my ten-inch rock hard throbbing cock. She was a little scared, but that one dimple smile was telling me she was ready to welcome the fear.

Ahri’s smile was the kind of cute that drove me crazy and made me want to squeeze the life out of her.

“Now, I’m going to make you sore.” I bit her lip.

Ahri let out a little whimper when I guided my tip to her wet slit and massaged her clit. I didn’t push in, not yet. I pulled Ahri’s wavy blonde hair to the side and sucked hard on her neck. She wrapped her white and red polka dot socks together around my waist and tried to push me inside.

“Say my name?” I tugged on her hair, running my teeth over her skin.

“Jack.” A moan escaped her lips, and I gave her what she wanted.

“Again,” I growled into her neck and sucked hard.

“Jack.”

“Again.”

“Jack!”

“Again.”

Ahri said my name on repeat when she knew what I wanted.

“Fuck me, Jack!”

“Oh, fuck!” I grunted, thrusting into Ahri as hard as I could.

Ahri’s tight wet cunt enveloped my cock, and my eyes rolled back. Oh, my God…has sex always felt this fucking amazing? I was on the verge of passing out from pleasure. My chest rose and fell, my heart pounding against my ribs so hard I was going to get a bruise. Ahri began to milk me, and just like that, I destroyed my legendary stamina I was once so proud of.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck! Oh, fuck!” I grunted, still biting Ahri’s neck.

I emptied myself into Ahri with no control like a virgin. Fuck, I might as well be, but I was still rock hard. I still had a long fuck inside of me.

Oh, thank God.

“Did-did you just cum?” Ahri asked as I kept coming.

“Fuck yea. You got lips that grip.” I smirked, kissing her lips and smashing into her cunt that was filled with my cum. “You’re a tight fit, but I’m not done yet, baby girl.”

She screamed when I went faster and harder, both of our juices mixing.

“Harder, Jack!” she begged.

Fuck. I thought Ahri wasn't going to handle me but in reality. I couldn’t handle her. I pulled her plump bottom lip through my teeth before I got to my knees. I placed her ankles on my shoulders, hugged her legs tight and used her like my new favorite toy.

“YES!” Her bottom lip trembling and shining with her drool, her eyes glued to me as she gripped the covers, tensing up every muscle.

“Damn, you’re fucking perfect,” I growled, biting her calf so I could have as much of Ahri touching me as possible. With each fucking thrust, I could see my cock bulging inside her. “Look at that, Ahri. God dammit.” I ran my hand down her stomach where my cock ended.

I slapped her bouncing tit a few times and gripped her delicate neck, making the bed screech and slide across the floor. I damaged the wall with each powerful thrust. Ahri’s smile was as wide as could be, loving every second of our rough fuck.

Such a dirty little thing.

“Come for me, baby. Come for Jack. Be Jack’s little slut.”

“YES!” Ahri screamed, her voice vibrating under my hand as she braced herself against my forearms. “JACK! I’M COMING!”

Ahri’s legs shook on my shoulders, her cunt milking me as I emptied myself once again inside of her tight pussy. She arched her back, and I rolled her nipple in my fingers, getting every drop of pleasure, ecstasy, and wildness from her body. Ahri’s screams could be heard from Diablo's Bar and her tremble could be mistaken as a level seven earthquake.

I pumped a few more times, but my muscles twitched from exhaustion. I pulled out and dropped her legs. My semen dripped out of her like a flood. Never had I seen such a beautiful sight in my entire life. Ahri’s cunt was so tight she couldn’t hold me in, but in her defense. I. Came. A. Lot.

I slipped a finger into Ahri’s throbbing pussy and coated it with my cum and hers. My finger was glossy and perfect before I used it like a paintbrush and wrote a letter on Ahri’s stomach.

“J.” I licked my lips, Ahri looking at me with wide eyes as she tightened her stomach. I fingered Ahri again, getting more of my cum with each letter.

“A. C. K. Apostrophe. S.”

I curled two fingers inside of her, bringing back her perfect ‘O’ face when I found her g-spot in a split of a second.

“What does that spell baby girl?”

“Jack’s.” Her voice tiny and full of ecstasy.

“That’s right. Now you’re mine until I’m done with you.” I pulled my fingers out, walked them up her body until I got to her pouty lips. Ahri opened her mouth and tasted both of us on my fingers.

“That’s it. Be Jack’s nasty girl and taste us, baby.” I winked, bringing my fingers to my lips and tasting us before I cleaned off my fingers. I cupped Ahri’s cheeks, kissed her hard and gritted through the kiss. “We’re going to have so much fucking fun.”

Bouncing next to Ahri, I pulled her small waist into me and dropped my head to her chest. I hugged my leg around hers and got comfortable for my nap. Ahri's heart raced, her perky nipples red and puffy, inviting me in for a nibble.

“What’re you doing?”

“Cuddling. I fucking love cuddling, and I’ve missed it. Then I’m going to take a small nap, wake up, and shower.” I grunted through my stretch. I sucked on Ahri’s breast, a soft moan escaping her lungs.

“Nope. Oh, my God, this was a mistake. Oh, my God, this was such a huge mistake.” Ahri pushed me away from her breast, sat up, and let out a muffled scream into the palm of her hands.

“It’s not a mistake if it’s going to happen again. I promise you that much, Ahrianna.” I trailed my finger down her spine, covering her body in goosebumps.

Ahri jumped off the bed.

“You’re crazy,” she said, moving toward a closed door I can only imagine was her small bathroom.

“It took you this long to figure that out?” I winked, a raspy chuckle left my throat.

I followed Ahri, hugging her from behind, my semi-hard cock snug between her ass cheeks as I kissed her neck. I looked down at her legs, my white mark flowing out of her, but I stepped back when something caught my eye.

Ahri had scars on her body.

A lot of scars.

I couldn’t see them in the dark or when I was too busy destroying her breasts in the hallway, but she had a lot. Old cuts and scars were going in different directions across her thighs and hips. Seeing them on her small body made every bone in my body ache and every organ feel as if they were being used as a voodoo doll, needles going everywhere.

Not even Fidget has these many scars…

The worst scar was an old burn on her hip.

“Where did you get burned?” I thumbed the side of her hip, but Ahri sidestepped away from me.

“A fire. Don’t worry about it. Just leave,” Ahri said dryly and stepped into her bathroom, closing the door in my face.

My body sank.

A fire…as in Fidget’s fire?

No.

Is that why she hasn’t talked to him in three years?

No.

Because Ahri was the victim?

No.

I pulled up my pants and stepped into the moldy smelling carpet in the dingy hallway. I followed the trail of our clothes, picking them up until I got to my jacket and fished out the folded white envelope labeled TINKS.

I slapped it a few times unsure if I wanted to go back to my old ways—but fuck it—old habits die hard. Was Ahri the ‘attempted murder’ in Fidget’s case? No…yes? I ripped the letter open with my keys, but before I took the single sheet of paper out. I grabbed my smokes.

That night? What I said? I did it all for you? I know what he did? He? Aurora? I can NEVER hate you?

A million questions abused my mind, and just like that, the bloodhound inside of me caught a new scent he wanted to hunt down.

Call me whatever you want to call me but renting out an apartment to fuck the girl next door and get information wasn’t the most impulsive thing I’d done. I had all the time and money to do whatever the hell I wanted to do, and The Bayne and my promise to Fidget could wait just a little bit longer.

That’s the problem, well, one of many problems with me. When I want something, oh, I want it, bad. I fucking need it. I obsessed over it, and my obsession was to play a game called ‘fuck the feisty pixie next door and find out what that hell this letter means.’ And the rules? I couldn’t tell her about prison, or Fidget, because if I did, I wouldn’t get my pussy or all the facts.

Lucky for me, my obsessions always fade, and I always leave satisfied.

Always.