Incarcerated: Letters From Inmate 92510

by Inger Iversen

  “Who wrote it?” he asked.

  She was quiet for a moment. “I think I know, and this time she went too damned far. But I won’t let her take this from me.” Katie lifted her hand, placing it over the tattoo on his arm. She traced the outline of the shattered skull, and slowly moved to the next one.

  Logan’s skin broke out in gooseflesh and he reached up to touch her face. She caught his hand in mid-air and placed a soft kiss on his palm, before kissing her way down his arm and to his chest. He gently grabbed her neck and yanked her lips to his, foreplay be damned.

  If she kept her lips on him, he’d embarrass the shit out of himself. His shaft was nestled between his lap and her ass cheeks. Every time she moved, she slid along him, causing a shudder up his spine. He wanted to know more about the letter, but his dick had taken over. It’d been too damn long for Logan. Eight years without the touch of a woman was a prison in and of itself.

  Normally, he was the king of foreplay. He wanted to taste Katie in so many ways before he made love to her, but he was ready to explode just from the rhythmic movement on his lap. Releasing her neck, he gazed at her wet lips.

  Katie reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt. Pulling it up, she showed him her nut-brown skin. He’d never been with a black woman before. Everything was the same, yet different. There were the same soft curves and contours, but where white women were pink or tan, Katie was a warm russet brown. He marveled at the difference.

  Reaching behind her, he had her bra off in seconds and on the floor. She went to hide her breasts, but he was quicker and pulled her arm away.

  “They’re small,” she whispered, glancing away.

  Logan didn’t give a damn. He reached out and cupped the tender flesh. Sighing, Katie arched her back, pushing into Logan’s hand. The dark nipple poked out, and the crown around it tightened, pulling taut. His mouth watered. Gently squeezing the flesh, he nipped at her peak. “More than a mouthful’s a waste, darlin’.”

  His husky words drowned out her moan. Logan leaned forward and placed the hard bud in his mouth and sucked on it, plying it between his tongue and teeth. Katie bucked in his lap, causing the towel to shift. His shaft sprung free.

  Wasting no time, she eagerly reached for his cock. Sitting up a little, she pulled it out from underneath her and stared at the length. His excitement was visible in the clear, sticky liquid pearling at the tip. Using her small, warm hand, she spread the natural lubricant over the bulbous head and moved up and down his shaft. Logan thrust with each motion. Closing his eyes, he tried to think of unsexy things, but his body wouldn’t listen and kept pushing through her tight hand.

  “Oh shit. I think I’m going to come,” He whispered on a moan. She let go of his shaft and brought her arms around his neck, grinding her center into his arousal with hard, small circles.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. Squeezing her ass, he lifted her up and down against him, harder and faster. Whimpers and grunts filled the small room.

  Katie’s body started to tremble. “Oh my God,” she cried, freezing in place, legs shaking, as he continued to work their hips.

  Two seconds later, he roared, jerking beneath her in brutal spasms.

  Holding onto each other, their labored breaths mingled, slowing with each exhale. After coming down a little, his brain cleared. This was not the way he’d wanted to make love to her for the first time.

  Logan picked Katie up and she wrapped her legs around his naked waist. Making his way over to the bed, he placed her down, her hair fanning around her head. Lying there, legs open, he was excited to see she was so relaxed around him. It showed she trusted him.

  He worked at tugging her pants down her long legs, and placed soft kisses on her upper thigh. White lace panties did little to hide her brown glistening folds, especially now that they were drenched with her juices. Logan couldn’t stop himself. Spreading her legs open and holding them down by her inner thigh, he leaned in and delivered a long lick over her panties. Katie bucked and her eyes flew open. Putting her hand on his head she pushed him down and moved her center over his face. Then she used her hands to pull him up over her.

  She was so innocent and sweet—yet sexy and decadent—his need for her started to push his racing blood south of the border once again. Katie reached up and caressed his face with soft, gentle strokes. Her eyes held him in such high regard he swore he’d never let her down. His chest ached as he reached for her panties, pulling them down her legs and off her feet.

  Pushing her further up the bed, he crawled between her legs. Sitting back on his heels, he gently grabbed each thigh and opened her legs. He glanced up when Katie’s hands moved to her breast. Logan liked the sight of her dark nipples rolling between her fingers. Bringing his attention to her brown folds, he reached up and pulled her nether lips apart and dipped a finger inside.

  The tight grip on his finger worried and excited his dick. He knew it had been a while since she had been intimate with a man, and though Logan was proud of his size, he knew if he wasn’t careful, he could hurt her.

  Logan moved off the bed and pulled Katie down until her ass was half on and half cradled in his arms; now her legs lay open and directly below his face. The first lick was from her ass to her clit.

  She jolted, “Oh my God.”

  Logan looked past her flat stomach and between her breasts to catch her eye. “Baby, what’s my name?”

  Her eyes were glossy and she was in a haze. “Logan,” she whispered.

  He grinned. “Good girl, that’s the only name I want to hear from your lips for the rest of the night.”

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  He dove back in, taking that little pink nub between his lips. Though he’d wanted her to say his name, it seemed Katie could only speak gibberish. He pushed his tongue into her body, and rubbed her clit. He could hear her panting, and from the amount of juices leaking from her body, she seemed ready. His shaft was now bobbing heavily between his legs and he brought a hand over it to pump it a few times.

  The time was now. Logan reached out and pulled Katie up. “Come here.” He helped her move to sit on his lap. Positive he’d fuck her like a beast in heat, he pulled her close and said, “Ride me.” Reaching for the condom on the nightstand, he slid it on.

  Katie carefully centered herself over Logan and slid down his length. She held his shoulders to keep from falling, or taking too much in at once. His considerable girth had her stopping and readjusting a few times. He didn’t help her. He actually didn’t even touch her. Leaning back on his arms, he watched her through hooded eyes.

  She loved the fact that he watched. Moving a hand from his shoulder, she reached between them, rubbing her clit until she was panting again. Logan’s eyes darkened and a groan emanated from his throat, but he still didn’t touch her.

  His restraint was remarkable, but Katie would soon make him give in. She lifted up a little, and then came down all the way, until her ass rested against his balls. He released a puff of air through gritted teeth. She enjoyed the slight burn and stretch. She’d be delightfully sore in the morning, but it’d be worth it.

  Katie sat for a moment, allowing her body to adjust. She needed him to touch her, but his eyes only bore into hers. He was waiting for her to be ready and allowing her to set the pace, but she wanted to be ravished. When had she last allowed her inner temptress free—never?

  She gave Logan a small grin and then rocked her hips. He gripped the sheets and threw his head back, but she didn’t move until his eyes were on her again. Continuing to move her hips on his lap, she waited for him to reach for her, but still he didn’t.

  Katie leaned back, placing her hands on Logan’s knees. She rose and fell, harder and harder each time. Giving him a front row seat to watch his cock disappearing into her.

  “Baby, touch me,” she moaned.

  Logan finally reached out and grasped her hips in a bruising grip. “Fuck me, Katie. This is all yours. Fuck it,” he demanded.

  His words had a profou
nd effect on her; she gushed at the gruffness in his voice, and his naughty words had her close to the edge again.

  “Touch me.”

  He shook his head no.

  “Why?” Her eyes narrowed, and the lust haze seemed to evaporate. Her movements halted.

  His eyes held something burning deep. “I can’t. I won’t be able to control myself. I think I’ll hurt you.” She shook her head, but he continued, “My heart wants to make love to you, but my body is telling me to break you, to shatter you into a million pieces.”

  Katie leaned in, allowing him deeper inside.

  He bucked a little and then held her hips at bay, “There is a fucking beast roaring to get free. You give me control, and the fucker comes loose. I will fuck you into next year.” His voice was so stern. Katie knew it was meant to scare her, but it didn’t have that effect.

  Suddenly, she hopped off him and crawled onto the bed. Laying on her back, she spread her legs as wide as she could. Her hand slipped down and she rubbed her slick folds. Her hips instinctively rose, chasing the sensation and promise of completion. Katie kept her eyes on Logan, who surprisingly didn’t look down at her actions, but kept his eyes on hers.

  His green eyes darkened to an almost black, his arms flexed, and his hands clenched in tight fists. Logan stood and a wave of excitement and lust broke through her. She stopped her movements.

  “Don’t fucking stop,” he growled.

  Katie placed a shaking hand back between her legs.

  He moved slowly around the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. “Open it up so I can see.”

  She blushed so hard, she was sure her whole body was tinged pink. Reaching down, she pulled herself apart.

  His nostrils flared. “That’s my girl. That pretty pussy looks like a sweet strawberry dipped in milk chocolate.” He stopped moving, and asked, “May I have a bite?”

  Nodding, she attempted to spread her legs wider when he got on the bed. He brought his hot mouth down between her fingers and sucked and flicked her button.

  “Damn it,” she called. “Logan, I need you. Please,” she begged.

  While his mouth was amazing, there was something more she needed. As if sensing she was at the end of her rope, he crawled up, and with one sharp thrust, filled her. Katie’s back arched and a groan left her throat. Pleasure and pain zipped up her spine and settled in her chest.

  With each deep stroke, Logan carefully embedded himself in her body and her heart. She watched as he fought off his orgasm, waiting for hers. What he didn’t know was that his pleasure was hers. Watching him reach completion would push her over the edge.

  Katie thrust upward into his downward lunges, heightening her pleasure. She leaned closer and spoke in his ear. “Come for me, baby.”

  Her words sent a jolt through Logan’s body. He groaned, thrusting harder and faster.

  “Take it, Logan. It’s yours. All yours. Pound that pussy.” She meant every word she’d said.

  His body quaked above her and he released a deep moan. Wrapping her legs around his back, she moved with him and the first wave hit her hard. Crying his name, she begged him to follow her off the cliff.

  When the second wave hit, Logan roared and slammed roughly into Katie. She gritted her teeth as pain and pleasure both took their turns deep within her. Entwining her arms around him as he shook above her, she held him until his body calmed and her breathing slowed.

  He’d sworn to keep her from the bad parts in his life if it killed him. However, Katie was no longer fearful of their future. She was ready to embrace it.

  Rolling over, she face-planted into a big-ass brick wall. Logan lay beside her on his back, snoring like an overworked lumberjack. She turned over and snuggled into his firm, warm body, and placed a kiss on his tattooed chest. Closing her eyes, she inhaled. He smelled of sweat mingled with mild soap, the scent of her skin, and her perfume.

  Last night, he’d kept their bodies close, his hands constantly floating over her skin in feather-soft caresses. His heavy body had been draped over hers like a protective veil. Katie had never felt so safe, or so desired. This was intimacy, and she needed more.

  Logan stirred, turning over and placing his heavy arm over her stomach. His possessive grasp pulled her tight and squeezed her bladder. The snoring didn’t bother her, but she needed to pee, bad. And, a nice long soak in a hot bath to soothe achy muscles would be amazing. Her limbs were screaming and begging for some heat therapy.

  She moved from his arms and headed into the bathroom. Quickly emptying her bladder, Katie washed her hands and then started a warm bath. As the water filled the large garden tub, she went back into the room to check her cell phone. She hadn’t told Logan it was her best friend, Teal, who’d most likely changed the letter. She didn’t care at the moment because no one was going to ruin this for her.

  Scrolling through her missed calls and texts, she saw Teal’s number first, and then her father’s. She could only guess that since she hadn’t answered, Teal had gone to her dad. Typical of Teal, but Katie didn’t give a damn. She’d stay in this hotel until she and Logan were kicked out by management, and with the way he’d made her scream last night, it was a good possibility they’d be booted out.

  “Why are you over there?” Logan’s sleepy voice called from the bed.

  Katie placed the phone on the table and gingerly walked over to the bed.

  He sat up on an elbow, eying her. “You okay?” His voice, gruff with sleep, made her insides tremble.

  She nodded. “Yep, better than okay.”

  Logan pulled her onto him, and shifted her gently to the bed. Kissing her, he stole her breath away, along with her sanity. She pushed him back on the bed and deepened the kiss. While her body needed rest, it still craved his touch.

  He pulled away. “You limped over here.” Squeezing her ass, and then lightly spanking it, he asked, “Are you sore?”

  She nodded and tried to get up, but he pushed her back on the bed. Scooping her up, he carried her to the bathroom, and placed her down next to the tub. Turning off the water, he got inside. Then, he helped her step in and settle on his lap.

  Running his hands up and down her arms, he asked, “Who wrote the letter, Katie?”

  She groaned, adjusting herself between his legs. Instead of answering, she slipped her hands beneath the water. Unfortunately, he was going to be stubborn about it, and stopped her before she could distract him again.

  Katie huffed. “Fine. It was most likely my best friend Teal. She works in the administration building at the prison, and she was the only reason I was able to get in the Pen Pal Program when my dad told me I wouldn’t qualify for it. I think she reads my letters. . . Well, at least I know she read the last one I sent.”

  She hated feeling as if Teal and her dad needed to treat her like a child. She didn’t need their help. She was an adult and capable of making her own decisions. Of course, meeting a man fresh out of prison could hardly be considered rational, but Katie had faith in her choice, and in Logan. She just wished her father and Teal had more faith in her.

  Logan was silent. He pressed a kiss behind her ear. “You think she did it to protect you?” If he was mad, she couldn’t tell. “I think I understand where Teal was coming from. She doesn’t know anything about me, other than my rap sheet.”

  His words rang true. What if Aaron had gotten her letter, instead of Logan? That would’ve ended horribly. “I’m sure she did, but she should have talked to me first. I don’t know why everyone treats me like I can’t make my own decisions, but it has to stop. My whole life has been this way.” She reached up and pulled her hair into a sloppy bun.

  The words Logan meant to say next dried up in his throat as he watched her breasts.

  She peeked back at him. “I thought you wanted to talk? Keep your eyes off those,” Katie said with a sexy smirk.

  Logan covered both of her breasts with his hands. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Then stop showing them off.”

  She wiggle
d in his lap.

  “Katie,” Logan warned in a low voice.

  She pushed her bottom lip out in a pout, and he kissed it.

  “You need to call her and let her know you are safe before the cops knock down my door and throw me back in a cell.” His voice was light, but his words worried her.

  “That won’t happen.” She leaned back into Logan. “And don’t say stuff like that. Do you still have to go back to Kentucky?” She knew he did, but maybe she could talk him into staying for two or three weeks before he left.

  She felt him nodding. “Yeah, my new lawyer is working it out with my parole officer. But money isn’t tight—yet. I have a free place to stay back at home, and a little bit of money waiting for me in a trust from my aunt.”

  Katie nodded. She lifted her feet and propped them on the lip of the tub. “How long can you stay?” She hoped her voice didn’t seem whiny, but she felt like whining.

  “A few days. It’s too expensive to stay at this place, plus I drank fifty bucks of vodka out of that mini fridge.” His laughter rumbled through her.

  “Yeah, and what about that mini bottle of Jack Daniels?” She looked up at him. The water was so warm, and her muscles so lazy, she realized moving her head was all she could muster. Logan’s big body fit so perfectly with hers, she thought he’d have to drag her out of the water when it turned cold.

  He kissed and nibbled her neck before answering. “I didn’t drink it. It’s in the room somewhere.”

  “Okay, we can share it,” Katie said. She was just about to fall asleep in his arms when she felt fingers slide up her sides. He began tracing small circles over her flat stomach, then slowly crept his way up to cradle her breasts.

  Katie sighed, arching her back. “I have no clue why you love those things so much,” she whispered. Logan’s chuckle vibrated through her, and his warm tongue traced a path from her ear lobe to her collarbone where he tenderly bit the flesh.