Lucien
I thrust hard one more time and grunt, as my cock spews cum out like a fucking cannon. I’m trying not to groan loudly but it’s hard because Kerri is so fucking gorgeous and just seeing her with her mouth open and her hands jerking me is causing my knees to buckle.
I watch as my semen continues to shoot out and lands on her extended tongue. It starts trickling onto her naked breasts. Her face takes another shot, then her neck, and then finally one right in the mouth.
Pleasure is arcing through my body as she drains me of my juices but the sight of it all over her—dripping off of her face and onto her chest is enough to get my cock twitching all over again.
Kerri looks up at me as she brings her mouth over for a final suck, taking the dribbles of cum that are still emerging and swallowing them.
I watch transfixed as she uses her finger to scoop up my seed from her chest.
She looks at me, and a lascivious twinkle goes through her eyes. She holds her finger out toward me.
“Taste?” she asks with an evil grin. I’m shocked. And yet strangely turned on again. I’ve never tasted my own semen. I’ve never thought to.
But this woman is bringing out sides to me I never really thought that I’d ever have.
I bring my mouth down as I lean over and Kerri smiles as she inserts her index finger into my mouth and I suck it clean. It’s salty.
But my thoughts are interrupted when I see her smile and continue to scoop cum off her chest and bring it to her mouth.
She’s fastidious; I’ll give her that.
“I need to be back at the infirmary in ten minutes,” she says as she gets up and walks over to where her bra ended up.
Each time we get to the Alcove, it’s like a race against fucking time. Who can get who’s clothes off faster. There’s an animal need that goes through me, something I thought was taken away from me forever when they tossed me in this place that comes out.
This time around, it took me about three minutes to take Kerri’s blouse off, which I had to make sure I didn’t rip with my excitement and then unclasp her bra. She immediately got my jumpsuit off and sunk to her knees. We weren’t going to be fucking today; she didn’t have time and she had already let me know, but that didn't stop her from taking my cock in her mouth with zero hesitation.
“When do we…” I let the question trail because it really matters on what her schedule is looking like.
If it were up to me, I’d have her in my arms 24/7. I would never let her fucking go. It’s not just because I need a woman to fuck—maybe at first it was that—but I actually like talking to her.
She’s fucking sweet. Innocent as fuck still to the ways of the world, but still with just the right amount of sin to make her innocence sparkle.
And she’s got me trapped. When I’m with her, time starts to fly. When we part, all I do sometimes is think about her.
I know what I sound like.
And right now, I’m still refusing to believe it.
I’m not falling in love with her. I can’t be. Not here.
I watch her as she bends over and picks up her ID badge. Her ass is sumptuous and fucking perfect. Even though I just shot a monster load of cum all over her, just seeing that ass makes me want to grab it and squeeze it. To caress it and rub my cock between those cheeks.
Kerri gets up and turns toward me. She’s got a smile. “I think it better be soon, the way you’re acting,” she says with a wicked grin.
“The way I’m acting?” I ask, arching my eyebrow. My jumpsuit is back on.
“I see you undressing me all over again with your eyes, Lucien Stone,” she says smiling. “Don’t think I don't notice.”
“Next time, it’s my turn to make you come,” I say to her.
She smiles broadly as she heads to the door and looks back at me. “Deal,” she says.
And just like that, she’s gone.
I wait for a few more minutes to give her enough time to get to her side of the prison.
The fact that the guards and inmates overlook this place just never stops confounding me. This is the one place in the entire jail where an inmate and a captor can come together and be with each other in an unsupervised fashion.
As I make my way toward the main promenade I wonder what the original purpose of the Alcove as we call it was. It couldn’t have been designed for secret conjugal visits like Kerri and I are using it for. What was it before? A meeting area? A resting spot?
My thoughts are interrupted with the clanking of the cell-block gates above me as I step into D-Block.
Faces look up at me as I pass by. The cages are open for the four hours today for us to wander. But there’s only ever so far we can go. Until recently, I never really had much use to go anywhere. Now I do. Now I have someone.
It makes me probably the wealthiest man in the entirety of D-Block.
Fuck, it probably makes me the wealthiest inmate in the whole goddamn jail.
I smile at the thought. No need to measure wealth in cigarettes and Ramen noodles now. I’m on a whole different playing field. The rare good mood buoys me in as I walk into my cell and collapse on my bunk.
I barely notice Spider until he gets on his feet and walks to the cell door. He looks around to see that no one is coming and then turns to me.
Even that doesn’t spoil my mood. When he continues to stare at me, I shrug it off. Let him do his own goddamn thing. I just nutted over the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. It doesn't get much better than that.
But Spider keeps staring at me. At first I don't care that much, but come on, what would you do after two whole minutes?
I give up trying to ignore him, and look at him. “What, Spider?” I ask, impatiently, eager to go back to daydreams about that fine ass of Kerri’s.
“You just got some, didn’t you? Spider asks with a grin. “I can tell it by the way you’re walking, man. By the way you smell.”
Did Kerri’s perfume come over with me?
But no, this is exactly what that motherfucker wants.
“Just shut the fuck up, Spider,” I say with a sigh. “If you know what’s fucking good for you.”
Normally that’s enough to convince Spider to shut up, but today he’s apparently not that afraid of me.
His face takes on a serious mien all of a sudden. “Listen to me, man,” he says taking a step closer and hushing his voice. “I talked to Grinder and he’s set for helping you break out of St. Smith’s, but he’s going to want medical transfers for him and three of his boys too.”
Holy fucking Christ. What was Spider getting me into?
Without thinking I jump off the bed and grab Spider by the scruff of his jumpsuit and pull his feet off the floor. With a sudden jerk of strength, I shove him against the wall.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I ask him, my voice gravelly and dark.
But Spider isn’t unfazed all of a sudden. He looks me straight in the eyes. “It’s exactly what I said, man. Grinder is down with your plan,” he says steadily and evenly. “With your connections and his, you guys will be outta St. Simon’s in no time. But to help you, he’s gonna want to tag along. That’s the price.”
“I never said I was going to do it!” I hiss at him and push him against the wall in again. “I don’t know if I can convince her.”
Spider only shrugs. “Not my problem, broheim,” he says casually. “By the way, you’re taking me too in whatever little adventure you and Grinder are going on. Let’s call that my price for getting you the people you need to finish your plan.”
No way am I risking Kerri’s life over this. Not when she’s been amazing to me. Not when I’m falling in…
“I’m not going to fucking do it,” I say to him strongly. “You can go back and tell Grinder that you’re a dumbass who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.”
I let go of Spider and his feet fall to the floor as I turn away. I’m not getting involved in this. Not now. Not after what I’ve built with her.
But Spider isn’t done either.
“Grinder thought you might end up saying that, bro,” Spider says to my turned back. “So, he told me that it’s in your best interests if you follow through on your end of the bargain.”
A bargain I never struck. I’m not bailing Spider out of this one. He can just go fuck himself for placing Kerri in danger like this.
I take one step toward my bunk but apparently Spider isn’t done. “Or else, they’ll make your life Hell, but they’ll make sure to do it by ending hers, amigo.”
The words send a jolt of electricity through my body and I freeze.
He can’t be serious.
I’ll fucking kill him. Right now.
I turn toward Spider. He shrugs. “It’s nothing personal, Lucien,” he says to me in an air of not controlling events. “Just strictly business is all it is.”
I pause for a moment.
Wealthiest man in D-Block?
Try the most unlucky guy ever fucking born.