by Skye Warren
“I just kept thinking of seeing you.” Her hand fell to his thigh, squeezing it in her manicured grasp, feeling the hard, corded muscle beneath. Not an inch of his physique was without the sculpted toning he worked so hard on.
More prominent even than the bulge of that muscle was the heat of his loins, his cock so damn stiff in his pants as he sat beside her.
Sean reached up, cupped her soft, smooth cheek and stroked his thumb across her beautiful face. “Won’t be long now,” he muttered to her, barely restraining himself. In fact, it was only the truth of that statement that kept him in check at all. “If it wasn’t for that, I’d say to hell with these fuckers and pounce you right now, Viv,” he said, wetting his lips. “I’d say to hell with good behavior, and just make the most of this time in the way that matters.”
He narrowed his eyes with such longing. “Fuck, you are one perfect beauty.”
She flushed as if she’d never heard that before. Her cheeks turned rosy, and her breasts swelled with her quickened breath. “I can’t wait to get you home,” she whispered back into his ear, her voluminous hair blocking her lips from any spying guards. “To see what you’re capable of.”
He grabbed her thigh abruptly with his free hand, with a strong, hard grasp that immediately wedged its way between her shapely thighs. He didn’t do it gently, but he brought his hand up to her sex there in the middle of the room, surrounded by dozens of other inmates and their families. “You’re a good girl,” he growled, feeling the bare flesh of her puffy slit, no panties in the way to prevent his touching her. “But you might regret that by the time I’m finished riding you.” The dark words were filled with both promise and threat as he grinned at her with such an uneven, dark expression.
Her head tilted back, her light brown hair cascading over her back as she arched her breasts toward him. Oh, how badly did she want that! It was all she could talk about in her letters.
Though in person there was another topic she loved hearing about. She was too bright to write about it, to try to tempt him to incriminate himself further. But she loved hearing about why he was there. About what he’d done.
“I can handle it,” she promised.
His grin curved higher across one cheek as he brushed his hand back into her thick, luscious head of hair. He couldn’t help but adore those soft waves. “You better be,” he nearly growled, rubbing his thick, strong fingers against her bare little slit, prying those labia apart to finger her clit.
It wasn’t fair, after all, that she got to torture him so while he was in prison, unable to do anything about it, without torturing her in return.
“You know I don’t like to see beauty wasted,” he murmured, a reminder of what he had done in such a twisted manner. “And yours is too precious to want to see wasted on the first night out of here.”
Her breath was so quick, and she rubbed her button nose along his jaw, along the cusp of his ear. Her body was screaming for him, and she parted her legs as she invited his cruel torture. “I’ll last.”
Getting carried away, he couldn’t help but slide a finger inside of her narrow little cunt, let his thumb rub her sensitive nub of a clit and imagine what it was going to feel like to finally get his dick into her after so long. His lips found hers, and he kissed her in a wet, messy, passionate embrace. He delved his tongue into her mouth, searching out her moist muscle as they made out then and there amid the throng of people.
Those sweet moments of tasting her mouth, her pinkened lips, and inhaling her rich feminine scent were almost too much for him. His thickly corded muscles twitched as he nearly pushed her back onto the table before a guard called out. “Flaherty!”
All the same, he was slow to break it off and gave her lips a few more sensuous kisses, their mouths smacking moistly as he slipped back and stared into her eyes. He retreated his hand and circled her clit as the guard went away, satisfied that they weren’t too obvious about their violations of the rules.
He’d left her breathless, and her blue eyes were heavy with arousal. She’d been so close. So, goddamned close to making a mess all over the prison bench. Just a few threatening words of warning, his fingers working her clit, and she was all his.
“Not long,” she whimpered. “It’s all set up.”
Sean licked around his lips, tasting the fleeting remnants of their kiss as he squeezed her soft inner thigh and gave her one last teasing swirl of his finger. “Good,” he said in a grunt. “Won’t be long then, and I’ll have you all to myself, Viv. I’ll be out of here for good, and you’ll be mine. All mine.”
The guard returned and tapped his baton against the wall beneath the clock. “Wrap it up, Flaherty,” he told Sean in a dry voice.
“Where’s the time go, huh?” Sean remarked and then shamelessly shoved his mouth to hers again, bending her back as he held her in his thick, muscled arms. He kissed her so deep, making such a lewd display of it in the middle of the room as he said his good-bye.
“Damn it, Flaherty!” complained the guard as he stomped toward them.
It wasn’t until the guard grabbed hold of his shoulders and yanked him back—twice!—that he pulled away from her and got up.
“Don’t fuck it up,” he told her. “I’m countin’ on you.”
Her face was so pink with her arousal that she seemed in a daze, but still she nodded obediently. “I won’t. I’ll see you soon” She smiled up at him, letting him stare down at her pillowy breasts. “Be good.”
He made no effort to hide the obvious bulge in his pants as he strode away, grinning with satisfaction. Knowing what was to come.
* * *
Being in jail for murder meant there was no real hope of getting out. He was still a decade off from any option of parole even. It was the kind of thing that would’ve driven him mad if he didn’t know what awaited him. That freedom would be his soon, regardless if the parole board wanted it to be so or not.
He lay on his prison bed, resting his hand on his thick forearms as he waited and thought. He’d napped and was ready to go, blood coursing through him with anticipation.
The slow, steady footsteps of the guard resounded before stopping by his cell.
Without a word Sean got up and stood before the door.
It was the same guard who had hauled him away from Vivian, and Sean gave him a simple stare nodding. The door slid open, and they quietly strode away.
The prison was dead quiet at night, and Sean did his best not to disturb it any more than necessary. It wasn’t until they had gotten to the guard offices that either of them spoke.
“You really need to make that fuckin’ scene in the visitation hall?” complained the guard.
“Ah, it works for the best anyhow, Rufus. Makes it look like I ain’t thinkin’ I’ll get out anytime soon. Besides,” he said as he began to strip off his prisoner’s garb and change into the simple gray uniform of a prison maintenance staff worker “could you blame me? You saw that fine piece of ass I got,” he remarked with a self-satisfied grin.
“Fair enough,” admitted Rufus reluctantly, taking the discarded clothes and stuffing them into a garbage bag, which he handed Sean as he finished dressing.
Tugging the cap onto his head, Sean followed after Rufus. The prison was quiet, and there weren’t many guards on staff at night. Though a few of them were passed, none paid the two any mind. They looked perfectly in place, after all.
Through the labyrinthine corridors they at last came to a back exit, and the cool night air struck Sean like the first feeling of freedom.
“Over here,” Rufus directed him to a nearby delivery truck. It was simple, plain and white. “Hop in. I’ll drive you outside the gates to the drop-off point,” he instructed.
As Sean climbed in back and settled into the darkness once again, he tried to distract himself from thoughts of Vivian. Thinking on her would do more than distract him, he knew. Such a fine woman served only to cloud his judgment.
No, instead he thought on how remarkable it was that she h
ad gotten everything to fall into place. Sure, he had found out about Rufus’s predicament, the old guard needing a big dose of cash to sort out some medical bills, but it was Viv who got together the quarter million, made the plan to their mutual satisfaction.
Sean felt the truck lurch out of the prison yard and began its journey.
The trip wouldn’t be too long, he knew, and it wasn’t even half an hour before the truck pulled to a halt off on a dirt path beside the road.
Up rolled the back door, and Sean stepped out to true freedom at last, seeing the beautiful car parked nearby and knowing it could only belong to one person. The side door opened and Vivian stepped out, though she was just a dark silhouette to him then.
Sean ran to her and scooped her up in his powerful arms. “You did it, babe,” he growled victoriously.
She was dressed more covertly than he was used to, despite the ostentatious vehicle. Her black skirt, a black blouse, black tights… Thigh-highs, he hoped. He didn’t know if he could stand the extra moment’s pause, not at this point.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into her, feeling him out as her legs encircled his waist. “We can’t linger here,” she reminded him, but her lips were already on his neck.
Sean groaned, feeling his manhood stiffen and that deep clouding of his judgment setting in already. She did such wicked, wonderful things to him.
He squeezed her tight, then at last managed to pry her off him and place her back down. There was still something left to do.
Rufus put his phone away. “My wife says she found the money in the drop-off point, just as you said in the call.” The remark was directed at Vivian, but Sean was the one who strode over to the man and replied.
“Then that just leaves one last thing.” The two men stared at one another, a moment of tense silence. Then Sean struck out, his iron-hard fists impacting the older man’s stomach, then belting him across the jaw.
Rufus’s graying hair was disheveled as he jerked with the blows before Sean shoved the man into the back of the truck. “Jesus!” Rufus cried out in shock, spitting blood onto the floor of the vehicle.
“Gotta make it realistic, or else what’s the point?” Sean said with a wicked sneer before climbing up in back of the truck and dragging the man to the end, where he laid into Rufus some more. The impacts of fists on flesh sounded like he was tenderizing a great slab of meat.
By the time he climbed out of the back, Rufus was little more than that. Barely breathing, the guard was left unconscious as Sean returned to Vivian, grabbed her around the waist, tugged her to him and put his blood-spattered hand back between her thighs as he kissed her fiercely. The blood pumping through him was spurred on by both violence and desire.
And with her, it was no less than that. He’d never felt her so ravenous, and he knew she wouldn’t stop him. Stop anything.
No matter how dangerous it was, she was putty in his hands at that display of power. Of control.
Of rage.
Time was of the essence; their whole scheme—his life, his freedom!—depended on them getting on with their plan. Yet the vigorous pumping of his heart surged blood to his muscles. He grabbed her and pinned her against the side of the car. He squeezed her outer thighs as he shoved her black skirt up.
His mouth left hers, and he kissed across her face and back to her neck, where he bit her, grinding the thick, throbbing bulge of his manhood betwixt her legs, all the while breathing out a huff of ravenous, bestial desire.
Her moan was so fucking sweet. Never had he met a woman like Vivian. Never had he known such a woman existed, because the way she ground against him only spoke to one thing: he’d made her intensely wet pummeling that man.
He could feel it, even, between her thighs. Her slick cunny was so inviting, so fucking tempting despite the risk. Blissfully, she was wearing thigh-highs and no panties, nor a bra. She was scandalously bare beneath her dark outfit.
“Fuck,” she moaned, grinding against his hand, her ass pressed to the door of her car.
They wouldn’t have the whole night before the actual maintenance workers found the truck gone and notified the guards. Yet he couldn’t control himself, not with her. Certainly not after so long without. Only her filthy letters that, instead of sating his desire, spurred it on and kindled it higher.
He pushed his hand under her blouse, grasped her breast and squeezed it tight, let that heavy mound of tit flesh meld to his grasp supplely, her body so glorious. Matured to perfection, he thought as he took his other hand from her thigh and began to undo his borrowed pants.
He had to have her. Then and there.
His thick, throbbing organ sprang free. No smaller than he had promised her in his letters, it was ribbed with bulging veins and coursing full of hot blood that made it strain and ache in the cool night air.
He rocked his hips, jabbing his masculine girth at her slick little slit. No slow buildup, no easing it in, just thrusting his hips until he landed it on target and pushed deep into her slick, moist cunt. A loud, noisy groan of satisfaction broke the seal of his mouth on her neck as that first touch of a woman’s quim after so many years felt better than he ever remembered or imagined.
And she was so tight! He swore she hadn’t been with another man in just as long, though he had no idea how that could be true. This sweet, sweet pussy was just begging for a pounding.
But then, who else could fuel her desires like him?
She bit his neck, lapping over it with her tongue before moving up to his ear, tugging on it with her teeth. Her voice was breathy, wanton in the chill night air. “Tell me about it. About what you did.”
“You sick fuck,” he growled, but her depravity only excited and pleased him more. His dick swelled within her, and he wasted no time tugging back his hips and then thrusting in, pumping her sweet little cunt up against the side of the car.
His rough voice grew lower as he grunted and moaned, but he obliged her. Was happy to. “She wanted it, and I gave it. I pounded her cunt the whole night through, but that little bitch wailed and cried for me to stop by the end.” He huffed as the whole car rocked, the crash of his hips striking her loins adding a wet slap to the cacophony of creaking and groaning.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her head tilting back and her pussy squeezing him tighter, rewarding him for his story and begging for more at the same time. She shivered all around him, her muscles and nerves so excited as he fucked her. She felt so unreal, and her fingers ran to his hair, scratching his scalp as she groaned for him.
It had been so long, and she was so tight he knew he couldn’t last forever, especially not with the hard, fast fucking he was giving her in his desperate state. The swing of his heavy balls slapped against her ass as he took her with such a crushing hold.
“She whimpered and sobbed and said she’d call the cops on me.” He grunted, feeling the twitch in his loins as the fire built from his sac and grew higher. “She couldn’t take it.” He bit her earlobe hard before letting it snap back. “I wrapped my hands around her slender little neck, and…and”—he began to shake, his balls tightening against him as his climax approached and overtook him before he could finish his sentence.
“I can take it,” she whimpered, and he knew she believed it. Especially as she began to shudder, her body trembling in the way that only a woman’s body could. Only when it had been driven to such heights of pleasure.
Her body jerked and spasmed, and her breath hitched in her throat as she climaxed as well.
Perfect timing, was the only thought he could conjure up as he shot his load right into her. So much of his thick, virile seed spraying into the wave of hot honey that washed over his aching dick. Such a beautiful mixture of sensations, like no other he’d experienced.
Sean shot every drop of spunk he had in him into that tight snatch, battering her puffy little labia with the final thrusts as his ass clenched and he roared the finale of his pleasure.
His loins spent then he rested against her, pant
ing and huffing.
And this was only the start. A promise for the future.
She huffed against him, and her sweet whimpers of after currents running through her were delightful. It was many moments before she finally whispered, “I have a place they’ll never find you. You can hide there until things blow over and we can get away together.”
That stiff shaft of his twitched inside her, and she could feel he was already prepared to go again, but he mustered enough control to pull out and let her down, the thick, pearly white essence of his dribbling out of the puffy folds of her well-fucked cunt.
“C’mon then,” he growled, pulling open the car door and guiding her in. “I’ll drive; you tell me the way.”
His command sent another tendril of pleasure through her spine, and she smiled. “Yes, sir.”
* * *
Morning was still another hour or so off by the time they pulled up to her place. A beautiful large home away from the city itself. She hadn’t been lying about her swanky, high-paying job; there were no doubts about that. She’d paid the bribe to get him out, owned a beautiful expensive car and lived in a home that was easily ten times the size of anyplace he’d ever lived.
With a sharp whistle he put his arm around her and tugged her close as he leaned in and suckled her ear. “Place this big. It’s no wonder you got a nice hidey-hole for me in there somewhere. The cops would get lost searching the place,” he said with a broad grin, pushing open the door.
“You don’t know the half of it,” she purred, and it seemed to him that she was more alive than ever. Even though it’d been a long night, she looked excited, and her eyes flashed at him. “You’ll have to lay low for a while, but then”—her grin broadened—“then there will be something even better.”
His broad, chiseled jaw spread in a toothy grin as he got out with her. The trees rustled in the breeze around her place as they headed inside.
“I’ve got lots of supplies down there for you,” she explained as she showed him through the place. “And I’ll spend all the spare time down there with you I can,” she admitted with a flush of her cheeks, another sign of that continued arousal.
