Sixteen
Kyle
I sat on edge, waiting for Breath to burst into our cell or for Beard to pluck me from Garin’s arms. Whenever I opened my eyes, I expected to be on the icy chair again, the ropes burning my wrists, a revolting tongue resting on my earlobe, sticky residue drying somewhere on my body. The only time I’d relaxed was when Garin was inside me.
But as the hours ticked on, Beard eventually returned. He threw down two trays, flashed us his gun, and left with a grunt.
The next day was the same, and so was the one after that.
I knew I wouldn’t be kept in the dark forever. There was a reason Garin and I were here, and it would be explained soon. But it felt like the more time I spent in our cell, the further I was from that answer. I began getting a little more comfortable in there. There was someone responsible for that.
Garin.
Kyle.
He was doting, caring. He made me laugh so hard that tears streamed from my eyes and my stomach cramped. He made me remember the times we’d shared in The Heart.
He made me feel every emotion.
I didn’t know how a cell like ours could feel tolerable, but somehow, Garin made that happen. He made the food taste good by taking my mind to a place where everything was delicious. He made the floor seem less filthy and the sink less rusted. He made the colors less drab and the air not as damp.
He made me feel loved. It had always been there. It had never once weakened. But being here with him brought it back even stronger.
“There’s something on your mind, Kyle. Tell me what it is.”
My empty dinner tray sat in front of me. My fingers dripped from the buttery sauce the noodles had soaked in and the pineapple juice that I’d searched through to find the chunks.
I tried to stand, but he stopped me.
“Say it.” He looked down at my hands and drew one of my fingers into his mouth, sucking off the juice. He didn’t rush through the others. He took his time, his tongue swirling around the knuckles and nails.
“That feels better than it should,” I said.
He shook his head, like a tiger that had a small animal in its mouth. It showed dominance. And it showed how much he owned me because, even if his teeth were piercing my skin, I wouldn’t pull my hand away.
“Everything I do to you is going to feel good.” He surrounded my pinkie with his lips, the only finger he hadn’t sucked yet. “But you weren’t about to tell me how good I made you feel. You were about to say something much more serious than that.”
When I looked down at my feet, I felt his hand on my chin, stopping it from dropping any farther.
“No. I want you to look at me.”
He wasn’t going to let me get out of this. I didn’t just have to confess. I had to look at him while I was doing it.
Just a few days ago, I’d told him I’d loved him since I was a kid. I’d told him I still did. But saying I love you felt different.
“I need a minute.”
“I’m not giving you a minute,” he said. “I want the answer now.”
I finally met his eyes. “My feelings were coming to the surface.”
“Tell me what they are.”
“You know already.”
“Tell me again.”
How could I tell him I loved him when I was lying to him at the same time? Lying about something that really mattered. Lying about something that would change everything between us.
What we had was based on a lie.
The lie was woven into my answers, in my thoughts, in what had happened between us…what would continue happening, I was sure. It would affect the way he felt about me.
It should affect the way he felt.
Breathe, Kyle.
So, the only thing that made sense was to lie more. I couldn’t drag him into this any further. He was already in far enough. He knew he had my body; I couldn’t lie about that. But my heart? I could push him away emotionally. I could make sure his feelings didn’t deepen, like mine had. It would be too late if that happened.
Breathe, Kyle.
Then, he would really hate me once he found out I wasn’t who he thought I was.
Then…
Kyle.
“I think it was a good thing that I left all those years ago.” My stare deepened as I tried to read him, something I hadn’t been successful at since we’d been locked in here. “We’re too different. Not just our lifestyles, but also our personalities. You were crazy about women back then. From what you’ve told me, it sounds like that hasn’t changed at all.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying…” It wasn’t true, so it hurt to even think this. It hurt to let the words marinate on my tongue. But because he was able to read me so well, I had to sound believable. “I would never be able to trust you.”
“Kyle—”
“You’re entertaining. That’s all. When your tongue was on my clit and your cock was inside me, I didn’t think about being in this cell. I was thankful they had placed me in here with you. But, now that I know how talented you are, I’m even more thankful.” I even hated the tone I was using. This wasn’t me. Not the words, not the sarcasm. Definitely not the harshness.
He knew that, too.
“You’re saying I’m nothing more than a distraction?”
No.
I shrugged. “Your dick is one of the best I’ve had. So, yes.”
“You feel nothing in here?” His hand pressed against my chest. It was a surprisingly forceful move, but it didn’t hurt.
My comments had hurt. The way I nodded my head…hurt.
“I don’t believe you,” he barked.
“It’s true.”
“Your eyes are telling me a much different story.”
I didn’t have time to prepare myself before his lips crashed against mine, his tongue filling the space in between. It wasn’t just passionate. It was the kind of kiss someone gave before they said good-bye. A kiss that was memorable.
“Your lips are telling me a much different story.” His hands moved to my waist, and he lifted my tank over my head. “If this wasn’t the only shirt you had, I would have ripped the fucking thing off you.”
He knelt on the floor and peeled my pants off. My bra and panties came off shortly after.
I couldn’t tell him to stop. I couldn’t reach for his hands and still them. I was frozen in pure elation, knowing I would get to be close to him again, knowing I would get to feel his emotions. Knowing mine would only intensify.
It contradicted everything I had just told him. It had the potential of putting my feelings on display. Yet I still didn’t stop him. Because having Garin inside me and being released from this prison were the only two things I wanted. And the one I wanted more in that moment…was Garin.
As he shed his clothes, his eyes stayed on mine, his lips parted, determination glaring from his face. “Get over here,” was his only warning.
He lifted me off the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist. Then, he carried us to one of the corners and sat down.
Still, I didn’t fight him.
Instead, I basked in the attention. The closeness. The way my pussy rested over his erection, doing everything I could not to grind over the side of it, not to wiggle enough so that the tip would pop in.
Garin didn’t move. He just stared at me, as though he were assessing every breath, every blink. When I couldn’t take the silence, I let his name slip through my lips.
It took him several seconds to respond. “Your pulse is telling me something very different.” He tipped my face upward, holding it steady. “Your pupils are dilated, showing me how strong your need is.” He shifted beneath me, his eyes staying on mine. “Your cunt is dripping on me.”
My body was failing me. Anything I said would give my lies away even more, so I didn’t speak.
“Do you think those reactions are just because I’m entertaining you?” The tips of his fingers ran down my neck and slowly sank between my breasts.
I shivered. A slow, raspy moan came out of me.
“And now? You still think that?” He stared at me through his lashes.
It was an overwhelming stare. Maybe because of the position we were in, by the way his cock was pressing against the most sensitive part of me. The part that couldn’t lie.
“You don’t have to say anything.” His hands moved to my ass, and he lifted until I hovered over his crown. “I’m going to fuck the answer out of you.”
I was afraid of that.
“And, once I finish fucking you, I’m going to fuck you again to make one thing very clear.”
My wants, my feelings were already so clear.
“Nothing that I’m doing in here is for entertainment. Not the way I touch you, not the way I listen to you, not the way I wrap my arms around you at night. Not the way I watch you sleep to make sure no one but me touches you. If I were looking for entertainment, I’d have you bounce on my cock all fucking day, letting you open your mouth only so I could fill it with my dick.” He gripped me harder, his words emphasized even more. “What we have here…it’s deep. We both know it.”
How was it possible that I wanted him even more than I had just a minute ago? That my emotions for this man were more real than ever?
He lowered me onto our bed. I didn’t stop him.
“It’s deeper than when we were kids, Kyle.”
Yes, it was.
He was on top of me, his body much longer than mine, but our fit was still so snug. His stare was powerful, consuming. Gripping. His hold on me was stronger than the cement that impounded us. That hold didn’t waver when his crown pushed straight into me, my opening widening to allow him in.
“It lives right here.”
His fist touched the left side of my chest, and I gasped. Not just from his admission, but from the size of him, from the fullness, from the immediate pleasure that spread through me.
“Ahh,” I breathed.
His movements were torturously slow. In went the entire length of his shaft; out he pulled until just the very tip of his dick was inserted. I ached for him when he left; I silently begged for more when he was all the way in.
“Tell me the truth.”
He kept my hips still, making sure I stayed right where he wanted me, taking me to the place he knew I couldn’t return from. There was so much pleasure in everything he was doing—how his exhales warmed my nipples, how the friction caused every nerve to ignite the most erotic pleasure, even how tightly he was gripping me.
“Tell me.”
I shimmied my arms out from under him and clamped my hands around his shoulders, my nails finding their way into his skin.
“Your body is telling me so much.” He kissed all the way up my neck. After each brush of his lips, he nipped the skin with his teeth. “Now, give me your voice, Kyle.”
Just as he reached my face, our eyes connecting, he rocked his hips back and thrust them forward.
“Oh my God!” I screamed. I didn’t have a chance to recover. I didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before he lifted me off the ground and held me against the wall.
His hands were on my ass, his fingers stabbing my flesh. “That wasn’t the answer I wanted.”
“I…”
“Tell me.”
With each pump, my back crashed into the wall, and my head rubbed against the cold concrete. I was squeezing my legs around his waist, but I didn’t need to. Garin wasn’t letting me go. He wasn’t going to let me drop. He was dominating my body with his weight, his power, his cock, and I could do nothing but lie against this wall and enjoy it.
“Tell me.”
He kept his eyes on me and leaned his head down, so his mouth could flick my nipple. He abused it with just the tip of his tongue until it turned painfully hard. Four, five, six pumps of his dick before he moved to the other nipple. They were achingly desperate to be sucked.
“Garin…”
He looked up at me through his lashes, his teeth hovering around the center of my breast. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “Tell me.”
“Suck it. Please.”
His tongue licked just the edge.
“More, Garin. Give me more.”
Small pumps in and out of my pussy were all he was giving me. It teased me almost as much as his mouth.
“More,” I begged again.
An untamed glare crossed his eyes, and his lips closed around my nipple, his teeth biting down just enough that I shouted out. He let my scream simmer in the air before he quickly soothed out the pain with the swish of his tongue. Then, he did it again.
And again.
“Oh!” I bellowed from the new sensation that throbbed through me.
A foreign sensation.
While his hand was cupping my ass, one of his fingers was caressing it. Not the cheeks but between them, dangerously close to the hole. And then he was there, at the rim, dancing around it, putting pressure on that forbidden entrance, tickling his way into it. It was unexpected. And unexpectedly arousing.
“You like it.”
“Mmm,” I moaned.
He slowly twisted his finger, which already felt quite wet, until half of it was inside me. I sucked in a deep breath and held it, anticipating a bit of pain. There was no reason to; it didn’t hurt. It didn’t burn. It only heightened my cravings.
“You want more.”
He wasn’t asking, and my voice didn’t need to give him an answer, but I still gave him one. “Yes.”
He slid his dick all the way in, and his hips stilled. The only part of him that moved was his finger. It dipped in as far as his knuckle and back. “When I’m inside your ass, your cunt milks my cock. Without even stroking you, it’s squeezing the fuck out of me.” He groaned against my lips, and it was the most sensual sound I’d ever heard. “I’m the first person to touch you here, aren’t I?”
“Yes.”
“I should have been the first man inside your pussy, too.”
I didn’t disagree.
“Your pussy shouldn’t know the feeling of any cock, other than mine,” he growled.
I found his possessiveness to be extremely sexy because, in my mind, I had been his for most of my life.
Had things just gone differently…
“I’m going to fuck your ass, Kyle.”
“Ah,” I hissed as he gave me his whole finger.
“This little tight hole is going to spread just wide enough to let my cock in, and I’m going to take it, just like I should have taken your cunt.”
His finger was sliding in and out, moving much faster than before. With this new speed came more power. Fullness. A bursting of sensations that drove me toward the build. And then, unexpectedly, he pulled his finger out, my ass clenching from the void, a feeling I didn’t like nearly as much.
“Why did you stop?”
The smirk on his face looked so delicious that I wanted to lick it off.
“You miss it already?”
I nodded.
“I knew you’d like it when I touched your ass, but I didn’t think you’d warm to it that fast.”
He rocked his hips back, reminding me that he wasn’t done with my pussy, and drove inside it again. “Tell me.” The tip of his finger found its way to my ass. “Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you want, Kyle.”
“Anything?”
His mouth pressed against mine. I could taste the freshness of his breath. I wanted to suck it into my mouth and swish it around my gums and over my tongue and hold it inside me forever.
“But I want…” My voice died out as he teased the rim of my ass, my whole body shivering.
“You want more than you already have?”
“I’m in a cell.”
“You’re in a cell…with me.”
You.
“You,” I whispered. “I want you.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He surrounded my lips as his dick plunged in and out of my wetness, his tongue moving in the same speed as his finger, which was now inside me again. I didn’t know how many pumps it took. I didn’t know if I was screaming or moaning or if there was any breath left in my body.
But I’d lost all sense of reality.
All that was left was pleasure. And it was building in more than one spot.
“Fuck, you just became so tight.”
He used more of his weight to hold me against the wall, freeing up his other hand, so he could move it to my clit. He didn’t rub it. He pinched it between his fingers, and it was the burst that sent me over the edge.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” he growled. “Come right on me. Let me feel it.”
My pussy was clenching his dick, my ass was contracting around his finger, and I was sucking on the end of his tongue while my entire body shuddered. As the spasms inside me came to a staggering peak, I felt a change in his movements. They were sharp, dominant. He bit down on my lip, his hips stilling, before he gave me one last stroke. Then, slowly, warm jets of cum filled me.
I clung to him, still panting, and he moved me to the floor, covering me with a blanket, while he knelt next to me.
Before he spoke, he brushed the hair off my face. “I’m going to wash you, but you need to know something first.” He grabbed my wrist, stopping me as I tried to reach out to him. “When I ask you something, I expect an answer. The only thing we have inside this cell is words, Kyle. Don’t hold them back from me.”
I suddenly felt extremely childish. But my reasoning at the time hadn’t been; it was probably one of the maturer decisions I’d ever made. I feared that, at some point, I would have to tell him the truth, and I knew it would destroy anything we had built in here. I was protecting him, his feelings. His heart.
“Get out of your head.”
Breathe, Kyle.
“But—”
“We’re here. Right now. Think about right now. Not then. Not tomorrow. Now.”
Now, I loved him.
Now, I wanted him to love me.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“In the end, I got what I wanted.” His hand dipped under the blanket, clasping my clit between his fingers.
I gasped from how sensitive it was.
“This told me everything I wanted to hear.”
His hand dipped lower, urging the cum to drip out of me. As it did, I felt him cup his fingers and lift them out of the blanket.
“I need you to make me a promise.”
“Anything,” I said.
Did I mean that?
He lifted his fingers to my lips. The tips were wet, his thick, milky cum coating each one. He rubbed them over my mouth, spreading a thin layer across it. Then, he plunged them onto my tongue. “Suck.”
I did as I was told, licking each side and over his nails. He slid them further in until his fingertips were hitting the back of my throat. If I tried to swallow, if I moved my tongue, I would gag. I didn’t want that. I wanted to take whatever he was willing to give me. So, I breathed through my nose and tried to relax my throat as I studied his face. The face that made everything all right…even though his fingers were threatening to upset the bile in my stomach.
“Don’t ever tell me that my cock is for entertainment. Do you understand?”
I couldn’t nod. I couldn’t speak.
“Answer me, Kyle.”
I held my breath and muffled out a response, mentally coaxing my throat to relax again, to put my mind in a space where I wasn’t on the verge of gagging.
“I know you’re scared,” he said, my answer obviously pleasing him. “I know you want the reason we’re in here. I know you’re trying to picture your life past this cell and see how it all fits together. I’m trying to do that, too. But, right now, it’s just us. And there’s no then; there’s only now. Focus on that.”
In one swift movement, his fingers were out. While I sucked in a gasp of air, trying to find that calm again, his hand moved to my chest. He gently traced shapes over my sensitive skin. There was no pain, no roughness. No dominance. This was all pleasure and goose bumps.
“Garin—”
“I’m not done.”
He slowly traced down to my clit. This was different than just moments before when he had clamped it between his fingers. This was a rubbing, circling at the very top, that caused my back to arch, my stomach to quiver.
He knew my body better than I did.
“If I tell you I want you, that means I only want you. I won’t touch anyone else. If I ask for your body, I expect you to give it to me. Your throat, your pussy, your fucking ass…all of it. If I tell you to never lie to me, I expect only the truth to come from your lips. You’ll only hear the truth come from mine.”
Maybe honesty was easy for him, but it wasn’t for me, not when I had this lie weighing on me. Not when I was the reason we were in here in the first place.
He’d said so much. But they were just words. Not promises.
“You haven’t told me, Garin.”
“You want to hear it?”
There would be no coming back from this. Once he gave me his answer, I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t rewind. This would be us—the new us.
Why was I so torn? This was what I’d wanted since the moment all those years ago when I realized Garin was more than just a friend. There would be regret either way. But he had told me to focus on now.
Now, this was what I wanted.
I nodded.
“You want me to make those promises to you? Tell you I only want you? Tell you I’ll never lie to you? Never hurt you? Then, I’m going to need your voice, Kyle.” He took my hand and placed it on his erection. It felt painfully hard. His breathing hitched as I ran my fingers over the length of it. “Say it, so I can fuck you again.”
My thumb ran over the wide crown and the hole right in the middle of the tip. A small bead of pre-cum leaked out. I wanted to taste it. I wanted more of the cum he had fed me earlier.
I scooped up the bead and sucked it off my thumb. He needed to know that I would drink it even if he hadn’t forced me to.
As his gaze deepened, watching me swirl my tongue around my nail, the desire between us grew. I had felt his need. Now, I tasted it.
Now, I needed more.
“You’re hungry?”
“Yes,” I mumbled with my thumb still in my mouth.
“You want me to feed you.”
I nodded, and his stare turned ravenous.
“Now. Please.”
“Why should I feed you, Kyle?”
Even though the answer was so obvious and I was sure he already knew, he was making me say it. I owed him that. At least this part was truthful.
I lifted his hand off my pussy and placed it on my chest. My heart was pounding so hard that I needed the pressure, so it wouldn’t tear through. “I want you to promise because…I’m promising you. I only want you. I won’t touch anyone else. My body is yours. All of it.”
I couldn’t promise the last part. There were lies.
Maybe there would always be lies.
Just as I worried he had picked up on it, he moved on top of me. And, just as I thought he was going to bring it up, he plunged his dick straight into me.