Come Home Bad Boy (20 page)

His hands clutched my hips as I pumped his length. I could see the rapture spread across his body. I couldn't wait anymore, I had to have him.

His eyes fell back on mine as I lifted my skirt above my hips. He peered down at my light pink lace panties. I pulled them to the side to reveal my slippery inner thighs. Reaching out, he ran a single finger down the thin trail of hair that lead to my lower lips.

Fucking hell, I can't take this!
A moan escaped me as he continued tracing my slick pussy, his thumb grazing my clit. When I whimpered, Owen chuckled wickedly.

With his other hand digging into my ass cheeks, he plunged his fingers deep inside of me. Struggling to remain silent, I covered my mouth, biting my lip so hard I worried I'd leave a bruise.

I was on edge, burning from my toes to my eyes, a live wire. What the hell was I doing?

And why did it have to feel so fantastic?

My body arched as I rode his hand. I stroked him faster, his cock more rigid than steel. Owen curled his fingers, petting my inner walls as I crushed down on him helplessly. There was a chance, I realized with some excitement, that I could cum right here—before he even got his cock inside of me.

But it wasn't to be. Before I could tip over into an orgasm, he slid his hand away from my thighs. My pussy squeezed, arguing, desperate to keep him inside.

He brought his dripping fingers to his mouth and sucked the shiny surface. “Mmm,” he moaned, looking me dead in the eye as he indulged in my juices.

His boldness, this overt sexual side of him, had my belly flipping. Pure desire made me shift in his lap. When I did, the thick tip of his shaft rubbed my inner thigh. The heat of it broke me.

It didn't matter that he was a convict, or that I was his therapist, or even that neither of us had even mentioned or asked about condoms or birth control.

Any thoughts about protecting myself melted away.

I can't take this anymore, I'm done waiting!

I gazed into his eyes as I lifted my body slightly, guiding him towards my wetness. Had I ever had a cock so big inside of me? No, I didn't think so—and I had a deep, primal realization that it might be a challenge.

But I was soaked, my body buzzing from anticipation. His fat cock stretched me as he slid inside, burrowing further and further until I was seeing stars. How much of him was there? I imagined that single, initial stroke never ending.

Owen had other plans.

He thrust himself deep, the furry base of his shaft bumping my thighs. Biting my tongue, I thrilled at the sensation of being so full. His arms pulled my hips down harder with each thrust. The chains clanked loudly against the arms of the chair, but I didn't care.

His hands came up, reaching for my bra. I beat him there, unclasping it in one smooth motion. Owen narrowed his eyes at me, wordless appreciation all over his face.
He likes that I took my bra off for him.
The fact that I'd pleased him gave me a strange little thrill.

Leaning close, he ran his tongue across my hard nipples. They were stiff, easy targets for him. He circled the dusky areoles, teeth threatening to hurt me as he nibbled—but he never went too far.

I won't lie, I kind of wanted him to go further. This was a man who could tear me apart, smash me to bits. He had all the power, the advantage, that he needed. A beast like him, inked and massive, shouldn't have been anything but violent.

The potential for danger excited me... was that why I was doing this?

Stop thinking,
I told myself, riding his cock as it flexed.
You've gone this far.

Confined to his seat he thrust his pelvis upward, using every bit of inertia he could get. Our heavy breathing was the only noise that surrounded us. No words, no whispers, we just moaned like animals in heat.

His hands moved over my ass and gripped it firmly, fingers cutting into my flesh with the first real roughness he'd shown. It made me think about what he could do to me if he weren't chained up. Then, his mouth came closer, biting my collar bone frantically.

That was all I needed to crest the edge of climax.

Gasping, my voice strained as I locked up, muscles tingling. Pressure rolled through my lower belly, my pussy squeezing deliciously over his throbbing cock. I came violently, my nails clutching his shoulders like a vice.

Owen hissed through his teeth, arms curling around to bury me in his broad chest. While I was still twitching, I felt his cock thickening inside of me.

Is he going to finish without pulling out? Shit, we can't... we shouldn't risk that!

I knew it was an awful idea.
All
of this was a fucking awful idea.

But I never once tried to end it.

Holding me close, stealing my air, Owen went completely solid. Warm heat exploded in my pussy, his cum pumping again and again. It had happened—fucking hell, it had happened.

I'd let a killer cum inside of me.

His thrusts slowed, his cock pulsating as he leaned his head against my chest with a shuddering moan. Both of us sat in silence. Our skin had turned a warm, flushed red. Small beads of sweat trailed down his temples. Unable to move, we rested against each other. No words could form on my tongue.

The explosion of passion had been so intense I felt it in my bones. The tension had been building since the first time I had laid eyes on him.

I didn't care that what I had just done was wrong. I'd
needed
him.

Will my lust cool now? Can I move on and stop obsessing over this guy?

I had no idea... I didn't even know if I wanted that. I
should
have wanted that, but...

Glancing at the clock, I realized the guards would be here to remove Owen any second.

Shit. We can't get caught like this!
Pushing onto his arms, I untangled myself from his grip. He released me, though I swear it was with some reluctance. Wincing, I slid off of his still rigid erection. I couldn't meet his eyes, I wasn't ready for that, so I  turned away.

Fixing my clothing, I ran into the bathroom to get rid of any evidence of what we'd done. From the corner of my eye in the mirror I could see him, a smirk spreading across his face while he buttoned his prison wear.

I wonder how he feels about what we just did. Was it what he'd wanted?

The doorknob turned heavily and it startled me out of my thoughts. A muffle of voices could be heard outside, they grew louder when they realized the room was inaccessible to them.

“Yes, I'm coming!” I shouted. Briskly, I walked to the door. I took a deep breath and glanced back at Owen. His eyes peered at me as he ran his uninjured hand over his hair. One wink escaped his eye as he sat in silence. The grin on his face was so strong, I thought it would never vanish.

“Ms. Laroche! Open the door!” The pounding continued against the steel.

“I am! Hold on!” I clicked the latch and the door flew open. I was practically thrown off my feet. “Whoa! Easy guys!” I yelled as I stumbled back. “Everything is fine.”

One of the guards stepped forward, glaring at me accusingly. “Why was that door locked? You aren't supposed to do that unless it's an emergency!” Small drops of spit sprayed across my skin as he yelled.

I wiped my cheeks and leaned in to read his name badge. “Thomas, I know it's for emergencies. Thank you. But I certainly wasn't allowing one of you over grown boys to walk in here during our session.” I knew I was probably going to get in a
lot
of trouble for this move, and I didn't care.

Thomas narrowed his eyes at me before storming over to Owen. Together, the two guards tore him from his seat to remove him.

He didn't fight, he went along without a hint of struggle. Glancing back at me, he gave me a knowing smile. “Maybe I'll see you around.” Then he was gone, escorted away.

The second I was alone, I began to pace my room. I couldn't stop looking in the direction of his seat.
I can't believe that just happened.
Slowing down, I froze as a new, terrifying idea hit me.
What if he tells somebody?

The adrenaline started to fade and my thoughts became clear. If he told anyone at all about this I could lose my job! God, no, I could be arrested!

I sat at my desk as the weight of what had just happened began to crush me.

Fuck. Fuck! Why did I do that?
My head fell onto my arms across the desktop. I was shocked with my behavior and lack of control.
I just screwed a prisoner. What the hell did I do? What came over me?

This is horrible.

I slept with a killer.

My mind began to run in circles. A whirlwind of emotions flooded my body. I'd just jeopardized my career, my reputation. The depth of what had occurred was unimaginable.

At least there was no evidence.

Wait.

Evidence?

My head shot up, hair flying over my eyes.
We didn't have any protection! Oh fuck! There was no condom, he could have an STD for all I know!

Fuck, wait, what if I get...

Pregnant.

The reality of the situation began to sink in fast. My heart pounded, not from excitement, but from fear. I was sick to my stomach over my actions. My breathing became heavy and irregular, I wanted to cry. The repercussions of what had just happened were too much to process.

I wondered what Owen was feeling. Did he have the same thoughts, same regrets?

This is bad. This could be really, really bad.
I sat up in my chair, my hands clenching my desk in shock.

Maybe he won't say anything, and maybe I won't get a disease or... or knocked up.

I need to calm down. Take a deep breath.

Owen wasn't going to say anything. Somehow, as I sat there and mulled it over, I just knew it. He wasn't the sort, he was silent about his past as it was. As far as people knowing what we'd done, I was safe, but...

But what if I get pregnant?

What if?

***

T
hat moment stayed with me for the next week.

I relived it daily in every thought. The week seemed to be a blur after our encounter, I walked around the prison on eggshells.

Every interaction I had with the warden pushed my stomach into my throat. I anticipated him saying something to me about it, or just plain firing me. I breathed a sigh of relief after each and every meeting with him when nothing occurred.

By the following Friday my nervous behavior around him had faded some, our conversations flowed easier for me. The fear of my illicit sexual experience being brought to his attention had started to trail off.

Before I knew it, it was time for Owen's hearing. The day of his possible release was here. It was a huge event, something I'd been waiting for for weeks.

Of course, my alarm decided to not go off.

What the hell! Why today of all days?

Every light on my way to the court house seemed to be against me. I sat at the latest red light, trying to apply mascara in my small visor mirror.
Come on! Come on! Turn green already! I'm the only car at the light, why is it still red?

I had to get to this hearing, I wanted to be there to support Owen. I'd turned in my report the day before and really hoped it would help to free him. I wanted to see him get his second chance at life. He made a mistake, but I truly felt he had changed as a person.

The tires on my small sedan kicked up snow and dirt from the pavement as I finally pulled into the parking lot. I tore my bag from the passenger seat, jumping out of the car.

The large granite building seemed football fields away. My senses heightened as I reached the mass of stone steps that led to two sheer glass doors. It seemed no matter how fast my feet were going the double doors were out of reach.

Barely reaching the top, I spotted Warden Lynch as he exited. “Warden, sorry I'm late. I...”

“The hearing is over, Ms. Laroche, everyone is gone now. You really need to be more attentive to the time.”

My heart stopped, knees locking up. “What do you mean it's over? I thought it was set to start at nine-thirty? It's only ten of, it can't be done already.”

“I'm sorry, but it is.” He continued down the steps, whistling a tune I wasn't familiar with.

“Well what happened? Where is Owen?” I needed an answer. I had to know if he was set free or sent back to serve the rest of his days behind steel barred doors.

“He's gone. One lucky fellow I tell you. One lucky fellow.” He twirled a set of keys over his finger while the song he hummed merged into his last word.

I stood motionless as the warden walked past me. I expected to be happy and excited for Owen's new found freedom. Instead, deflation and disappointment took over.

I didn't get to see him. I missed my last chance to see Owen.

That moment to see his face when they told him he could leave was gone. What did he look like when he realized the cuffs and imprisonment that had been his life for years, was no more?

I don't know if I'll ever get to see him again.

I wondered where he would go, what he would do now. I wished I hadn't missed my chance to tell him good luck and congratulations.

The chance to get one last wink in my direction was over.

Charlie

Two months later

T
he key wouldn't open the deadbolt to the front door. I stood outside, shivering, jostling it from side to side.
Damn thing. I can't keep doing this everyday. Open all ready!

The sound of a soft whimper filled my ears. “Hold on Biscuit, I'm coming.”

I was frustrated with the frozen lock and gave it one last turn to the left, then heard a 'click.'
Finally.
A heavy sigh of relief floated out as I opened the door, the warmth from inside heating my face instantly.
It's time for a new lock.

I dropped my purse to the wood floor and bent down to greet Biscuit. I'd adopted the dog that had been hit. After no one claimed him from the pound I was compelled to take him in. He needed me, the poor little thing would have been put down if I hadn't taken him.