Prisoner (All of You Book 1) (4 page)

Chapter Six

Tony

She’s falling asleep on my chest.  She weighs a little more than nothing.  She works out, and her muscled little body feels great against mine.  Her skin is so damn soft.  I completely wore her out, and I didn’t even last that long. I blew too fast, because I haven’t been with a woman in years. 

I don’t even know her fucking name.  I don’t know anything about her.  What I do know, is that in the morning they’re going to take her, and I’m going to be alone, again.

I rub my fingers down her back.  She shivers a little, but she doesn’t stir.  I want her to wake up, so we can have sex again before they take her away from me.  I rub over her skin again, and she raises her torso up and looks around, then her eyes find mine.  They’re so green, and so pure, but her expression says something else.  It’s like she’s searching for something.

“Are you sure you’re not a cop?”  She has cop written all over her, even naked.

“Why do you keep asking me that?  Are you afraid I’m going to arrest you on rape charges?  Because I didn’t say no.”  Her fingers find my nipples again, and it’s like an electric shock throughout my entire body.  I can’t remember if anyone else has ever done that, and if they did, it didn’t feel like that.  Goose bumps cover my arms, and I shiver against her.  I assume she feels it because she smiles up at me.  My cock twitches in response.

“I need you to do something for me,” I say.

“I’m not a cop,” she assures me. 

“I don’t give a fuck.  Now, turn around, because I need you to ride my big, hard cock.”  Her eyes grow wide, and it’s a beautiful sight. 

“Listen, if you have some anal fixation, you should have asked for a guy.”  She’s so sassy, and pretty.  It’s adorable.  I want to take her pretty mouth and make her gag on my cock again.

I push her hair out of her face, and grin at her.  “Honey, you couldn’t take this cock up your cute little ass.”  I reach down, and grab it, and she lets out a tiny squeal. 

“You’re probably right,” she sighs, and turns gracefully.  It shouldn’t be that easy for her to do, while balancing on top of my big body.  But she has all of these long muscles, and perfect lines, and looks like a ballet dancer.  She bends forward slightly, and sucks the head in just a little, getting it nice and wet.  I inhale loudly through clenched teeth.  I hear her pop it out of her mouth, and I hold my breath as she mounts me, and wiggles down onto my dick.  She moans when she has all of me inside her.

“Damn, you feel good,” I sigh.  She’s tight, and her little pussy contracts around me.  But I know how to make her tighter.  I spit on my fingers, and while she’s moving up, I shove two of them in her ass. 

She lets out a sound, something like, “Ah!” and slams down on me, then begins to move hard and fast on my tool.  She’s moving up and down, and back and forth, and I feel like my cock is touching every inch inside her.  My free hand moves up and down her spine, over her hips.  She’s so damn soft. 

It’s the most incredible feeling.  Her pussy is so good.  That’s when I realize I’m not wearing a condom, and I’m about to blow my nuts inside her.  “Fuck,” I groan, and pull her off me, just as I come all over her thighs.  Well, she came all over me earlier, so she deserves it.  I sit up, and since my fingers are still in her ass, I quickly fill her pussy with fingers from my other hand.  “Are you gonna come for me?”  I lick the small of her back, as my fingers find her g-spot.  She’s moaning like crazy, her body shakes, and I feel her clamping down on my fingers. 

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” she cries out.  Again, she squirts all over me when she comes.  Twice in about an hour, that might be some kind of record.

“Turn around,” I demand.  She does so easily.  Her body isn’t only beautiful, it’s athletic.  I bet she can fight.  Her pupils are dilated, and she looks almost drunk when she turns toward me.  “Kiss me.”  She bends down toward me, and her lips are on mine.  My hands are all over her, touching her and remembering the feel of her.  I lick her lips and she spreads them, opening up for me automatically. 

I want to savor this, because it might be the last chance I get.

Lani

He’s wearing me out, and it feels great.  It also feels good to relinquish control and just do whatever he wants.  He’s so fucking good, and Jesus he’s huge.  I lay my head down on his chest, and he runs his fingers through my hair.  If I close my eyes I can almost forget we’re in his prison cell, and I’m having sex with a prisoner. 

Maybe that’s the reason he just came twice, or the reason he still feels hard against my stomach.  Or why he’s being so affectionate.

This is so many different types of illegal.  I’m a cop for Christ’s sake.  I’ve already lied to him several times and told him I’m not.  Maybe I should tell him.  Hell, I don’t even know his name.

“I’m Lani, by the way,” I say, as I trace the tribal tattoo that covers his left shoulder and chest. 

“I’m Roman,” he replies, in his beautiful baritone.

“Roman.  I like it. It’s a nice, strong name.”  I say it several times, but it doesn’t sound as good as it did on his lips.

“Tony Roman,” he says.  I hear a bit of irritation in his voice. 

“What’s wrong with Tony?”

“Antony,” he sighs loudly.  I shrug.  “Antony and Cleopatra?”

“I like it.”  I feel my eyes closing again.  I’m so tired.  “What time is it?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe midnight, one o’clock.”  His fingers move from my hair to my cheek, then to my lips.  “Are you ready to suck it again, Lani?”

“It all depends.  Do you reciprocate?”  I kiss his fingertips, and move slightly to look up at him.

“I would eat your pussy for the rest of the night, sexy.  It might be the last taste of pussy I ever get.”  That hurt my heart.  I feel like he just punched me in the chest as hard as he could with those words.  He’s totally crushing my life.  “Get your ass up here and let me bury my face in it.” 

Damn, man.  How in the hell can a woman say no to that, even if she is getting her heart broken.

He easily flips me over onto the cot, and slides down my body.  I have a feeling he’s kneeling on the cement floor, at the foot of the bed.  He grabs my thighs and jerks my ass to the end of it.  He isn’t gentle when he inhales my essence.  His tongue invades my body, as do his fingers again.  He’s got them knuckle deep in my ass, and it feels so fantastic.  Then he starts shoving in and out, and makes sure it’s wet.

“I could let you do that all day, every day.  I could beg you to do that.”  I’m shaking my head back and forth, and grabbing at his blanket.  I’m shocked when he easily flips me over onto my stomach.  As if I weigh nothing, he stands and lifts me off the bed.  My face is against his hard cock, and his face is again buried in my V.  His arms are wrapped tight around my waist, holding me still and as close as possible.  I suck as much of it into my mouth as I can, and his fingers are again deep inside my ass.  My hands are braced on his thighs.

I’m shaking, but he’s still got a firm grip on me.  He is so freakin’ strong.  His muscles aren’t just for show.  And he enjoys eating pussy.  He might be the perfect man, you know, if he wasn’t in prison.  Of course, that’s my luck.

I’m trying really hard to suck him off and make him come, but damn he just came twice.  I come quickly, and he feels it and murmurs something against my pussy.  Just when I think I can’t take any more, that I might suffocate from all that cock, he finally comes in my mouth.  It feels like it might be half a cup of salty sperm going down my throat.  He must have been saving up.  I pull off, and pant for breath. 

“Your pussy tastes incredible.”  He gently lays me back on the cot, and I close my eyes, relax, and breathe deeply. 

“You may be the best fuck ever.”  I smile, but I still don’t look up.  I try to scoot over to give him some room, but the cot’s barely big enough for me.  He sits at the foot of the bed, and places my feet in his lap and his head against the wall.  He gently rubs my feet.  “Aren’t you tired?”

“I am wide awake until you leave this cell.  You’re going to be the last person I see, the last person I touch.  I want to enjoy every moment of it while I can.”  I keep my eyes tightly closed, and I just enjoy the feel of his touch.  They could take me at any moment.  I sigh loudly, then crawl into his lap.  He holds me like a child.  I don’t want to let go, and I don’t want him to let me go. 

Tony

I let her rest for about an hour, watching her sleep.  But it’s not enough, I need to be inside her.  So I wake her up with kisses on her face.  “Face me, baby, and take it again.”

“I’m sore, and I’m tired,” she complains, but she rolls toward me and puts her bottom on my thighs.

“I am too, baby.  But I want to be inside you honey.  I want to be inside you when they tear you out of my arms.”  She looks so damn young, and sleepy.  She spreads her legs, and takes me in her hands to aim it, and even her gentle touch hurts a little.  Then her velvety softness surrounds me, holding me, sheltering me.  She rests her cheek against my shoulder, and kisses my neck. 

I rub her skin gently, over her back and her shoulders.  I want to be buried inside her for the rest of my life, which probably won’t be that long.

Chapter Seven

Lani

“Vaden, stand up, turn around, and put your hands behind your back.”  I believe the voice is Hughes.  I’m in Tony’s arms, cradled like a baby.  I’m not sure how many times we had sex last night.  I remember when he woke me up, and I faced him and took him inside me.  He was satisfied with that for a few moments, until he grabbed my tits and started pinching my nipples.  I think we did it three or four more times, I’m not sure.  I’m going to be sore for a long time.

Hughes gathering me is almost a blessing.  But Tony holds me a little tighter when I try to move.  “One last kiss,” he whispers against my cheek.  I turn toward him, and study him.  I wish I’d asked him the story behind the tattoos, and the scars I discovered the more I looked at and touched him. 

I touch his tan skin, his soft beard, and his even softer lips.  I see the gray in his beard and hair now, and the lines around his eyes.  I smile at him weakly, then, I kiss him gently, and move off his lap.

“No,” he complains, but as I dress he doesn’t try to stop me.  When I’m clothed, I turn to look at him.  His hands are on his knees, and he looks like he might spring into action at any moment.  Instead, he simply says, “Thanks.”

I walk backward toward Hughes with my hands to her.  “For what?”

“For the most amazing memories of human contact.”  His words are so sad, but he actually sounds happy.  I smile at him, because I know what he means.  Although he might not be the last person I have sex with, I’ll definitely remember him as the best. 

“Put on the blindfold and gag,” Hughes orders me.  They’re on the floor right beside me.  I pick them up, and stare at him as I put them on.  Although we only had one night together, I’ll be able to picture him in my imagination for a very long time.  She places the handcuffs on my wrists, and the door opens just enough for me to fit through.  They close it quickly, and lead me through cold hallways that smell like bleach. 

I think I understand what happened to my sister now.  As I’m shoved into the back of the car, I think I know.  Addy wouldn’t have given in as easily as I did.  She had a boyfriend who she was totally in love with and committed to.  She was in a situation that she couldn’t understand or control.  She was used to having her way about everything.  And then these people probably took her and put her in a cell with a man whom she’d just watch kill another human being.  She was probably hysterical.  By the time they had her blindfolded she was probably melting down, losing her mind.  They probably don’t like spoiled little rich girls who don’t go along with their orderly, organized rape scenario.

I just have to figure out which one did it.  Which one of these monsters killed my baby sister?

Tony

God, my dick is sore.  I can’t remember the last time I stayed up all night fucking.  Me and the ex used to do it sometimes, when I’d return home from overseas.  Now all I have to do to get another is kill someone in six days. 

It’s not murder, really.  It’s self-defense.  The other guy is trying to kill me.  I’m just staying alive.

What if it’s not with her?  What if she’s already been released?  I wonder, as I walk over to the toilet.  I can’t even hold it to piss.  It’s bright red, and it hurts like hell.  But I can’t stop smiling.  She was fantastic.  She took the all-night fuck session like a champ.  She didn’t cry, and she didn’t say no.  But she wasn’t seductive.  She didn’t want to be there, but she enjoyed it.  I think.  I hope.  God, I fucking hope she enjoyed it.

I don’t think she would have enjoyed it so much if she is a cop.  She would have tried to talk me down.  She would have tried to talk me out of it.  She wouldn’t have rode it and sucked it like she hadn’t had a cock in years. 

Am I going to spend all day trying to analyze Lani Vaden?  What kind of name is Vaden, anyway?  Or am I going to go to sleep with a big smile on my face?

I lay down on my cot, grinning, when I hear the hatch open.  “Great fight last night, Roman.” 

“Thanks,” I say through a yawn. 

“You’re going to need this,” he says, and sends two breakfasts and a six pack of water through the hatch.  “Congrats, from the warden.  You made her a lot of money.”

“Thanks,” I reply, as I grab up my food and water. 

“Start training.  My money’s on you next week.” 

A few days ago I was contemplating losing on purpose.  Now I have something to win for.  I have something to live for.  And her name is Lani.

Lani

“Vaden, turn around, put your hands behind your back, and walk toward me.”  It doesn’t sound like Hughes.  I feel like I just went to sleep.  I thought they would at least let me fucking sleep, after what they put me through last night. 

“What the fuck?”  I call out, from my cot. 

“Yea, she’s tired.  She got the fucking of her life last night,” Sammy jokes from her bed above mine.  But the truth is, I did. 

“Shut it, Smith,” the guard replies, harshly.

“Hey, is Lucius really dead?”  Sammy continues.  I roll over then, and stand.  I’ll leave, if for no other reason than to shut my cellmate up.

“I said shut your fucking mouth, Smith,” the guard says.  I get a good look at her.  It’s not Hughes.  She’s a short, black woman, much darker than Sammy.  Her hair is slicked back in severe bun.  Her eyes are darker than her skin.  “Turn around, Vaden.”

I do, and walk toward her.  She clicks the cuffs into place tightly, too tight.  She opens the door, and jerks me out before closing it.  I don’t complain.

“Listen here, Vaden.  You keep your mouth shut about what you saw last night, you hear?  You keep your mouth shut about what you saw, and what you did, and you and your fancy doctor will both leave here breathin’.  You hear?”

“I hear,” I reply.  She’s not wearing a name tag.  Shit, that’s bad.  She doesn’t want me to know who she is. 

“Good,” she says, and opens a door that says Medical.  She unlocks my cuffs.  Doctor Dad is waiting inside.  For the first time since I was old enough to know what sex was, I don’t think about fucking him.  He looks bland, and kinda like a pansy.  Jesus, what the fuck?  One night with a bronzed Roman god and I think my hot step-dad is… just average?  Damn.

The guard stays in the room with us.  I can’t say anything about my adventures.  “How are you, Lani?”  He asks when he sees me.  He gazes long and hard into my eyes.  Does he know?  Can he see something’s different about me?  “Your cheeks look flushed, and your eyes are sparkling.  Have you eaten today?”  He touches my forehead, and frowns.

“Yes, Doctor…”  I have to bite my tongue to keep myself from adding
dad
.  “Foster.  I had a good breakfast of eggs, toast, and oj.”  I say it with a firm nod.

He stares at me for several moments longer, trying to gauge my level of honesty.  Then he looks over at the guard, who is watching him like a hawk.  Not only does she not want me to know who she is, she doesn’t want Doctor Dad to know either.  Hell.

“Let’s test your blood sugar.”  He opens his doctor’s bag, and pulls out one of the monitors.  He warned me he’d probably have to use it, but I told him to do it.  It stings when he pricks my finger, and I gasp loudly.  “It’s good.  It’s ninety-nine.  It’s high, but you probably won’t need the insulin today.”  I wish I could tell him to give me a sedative, so I can sleep through Sammy’s chattering.  “Make sure she gets some extra bottled water,” he says to the guard, and she nods. 

“Thanks, Doctor Foster.  Tell my dad I’m fine.”  I know he won’t.  He won’t tell my mom anything either.  This is our little secret.

“Okay, Lani.  Will do.  I’ll be back in three days, okay?”  I nod.  The guard slaps the cuffs on my wrists again, too tight, and leads me and Doctor Dad out of the room.  She points out the exit for Doctor Dad, then she takes me back to my cell.

“Your doctor is hot.  You ever thought about hitting that?”  She actually sounds like a human being when she asks it.

“All the time,” I answer honestly.  I’m reminded again how much I hate the smell of bleach.  She shoves me back in the cell, then removes the cuffs. 

As she walks off, the voice in the next cell yells out, “You stay quiet, Sammy.”

I crawl into my cot, and close my eyes.  Sammy moves around, but remains quiet.  The buzzer sounds, and everyone heads out to the rec room.  I stay in my bed.  If they complain, they can kiss my ass.  At least I don’t have to listen to Sammy.

I can’t stop thinking about him.  I practically cried when I had to pee, it hurt so bad.  I wish I could have told Doctor Dad.  I probably need a morning after pill or something.  I mean, he only used the condom the first time.  He pulled out a few times after that.  But we continued to have sex.  How the hell that man came that many times, I’ll never know.  He must not have masturbated as long as he’s been incarcerated or something. 

My pussy muscles clench when I think about him jerking off.  I inhale loudly.  Fuck, that hurts.  But it feels damn good too.  I wonder what he’d look like without the beard.  I wonder what he’d look like in a suit and tie.  Or fatigues.  I bet he was a soldier, he looks like a soldier.  Jesus, if he was a soldier, I bet he had girls throwing themselves at him.  I bet he got more pussy than ten normal guys put together.  Hell, he probably did two at a time.  That’s probably how he lasted so long.  He was good too.  He didn’t just take his orgasms, he knew how to give them too.  He ate my pussy better than any girl ever has.  And he didn’t have to do that.  He could have just made me suck his cock. 

My muscles clench again, and I roll over onto my back.  Damn, he was huge.  He had to be six and a half feet tall, and as wide as a Mack truck.  His thighs were as big as my waist.  And his ass was perfect.  I’ve never seen an ass like that, except for this hockey player I fucked once on Spring Break. 

He was wearing fucking grey prison issue scrubs, and he smelled like sweat.  He probably hadn’t shaved in over a year, and I can’t quit thinking about his dick.  It is long, but not veiny.  And the head was super sensitive, especially after we’d done it a couple of times.  He enjoyed hitting my g-spot almost as much as I did.  His dirty talk turned me on as much as his body did.  And his voice, rich and smooth and so fucking sure of himself.  Soldier, definitely.  I want to see him in his uniform. 

I roll over onto my side, and stretch out.  I rub my thighs together tightly, until my pussy walls are so tight they hurt.  I smile at the pain. 
Are you gonna come for me
?  He asked.  Yes, I’m gonna come again, laying in my cell.  I’m gonna come for him again.  My muscles clench, then contract.  Fucking sexy ass prisoner.  Damn.

Tony

“Lunch, Roman,” the guard yells out as he opens my hatch.  I roll over on the cot, and smile.  I send my breakfast tray through, and grab my lunch tray.  I smile as I eat.  I smile when I lay back down on my cot.  I can’t stop fucking smiling.  If I die on Saturday, at least I’ll die happy.  I wonder what Lani’s doing.  I bet she’s sleeping.  I curl up on the cot, and close my eyes.  I can picture every muscle on her beautiful body.  If I’m lucky enough to see her again, I will lick every inch of it, from her ears to her toes.  What color were her nipples?  Damn, I didn’t even get a good look at her tits, I was too busy looking at her beautiful face and her pretty green eyes.  I should turn in my man card just for that.

But I haven’t showered, and I might not for days.  I can still smell her delicious pussy on my fingers.  I place my hands over my face, and inhale deeply. 

When I see her again, I’m going to spend an hour just looking at and playing with her tits. 

If…

If I see her again.