Slammer

by Tabatha Vargo

  “I’m going to eat you like you’re my last meal,” he growled against my thigh before he nipped at my soft skin and made me hiss in pleasured pain.

  Before I could respond, he slipped a finger into the side of my panties and pulled them to the side. With a flat tongue, he licked from hole to nub, gathering my desire on his tongue and swallowing it like I was a special dessert. I leaned back against the bed and covered my mouth to keep the moan from escaping and alerting Dr. Giles or Douglas to our precarious situation.

  He closed his eyes and groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and then he moved up, sucking my sweet pearl between his lips and massaging it with his tongue. Breath rushed past my teeth in a quiet hiss, and I found myself fingering the back of his head to keep him place.

  “So sweet. So fucking sweet,” he mumbled, sucking at the sides of my pussy and releasing my flesh with a smack.

  He sucked, fed on me like the starved man he was, and his sea blue eyes took in my expression as he devoured me. Rimming my clit with his tongue, he dug a single finger into my passage, sending pleasure down to my knees. A whispered noise I’d never made crept past my hand, sounding animalistic as he pulled out my inner sinner.

  Right when I felt myself began to climb to orgasm, he pulled away with a sloppy smack. He wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand and grinned. At that, he was pulling my thighs to the edge of the bed and stepping between them.

  “Consider this your warning,” he said, tugging his khakis over his slim hips. “It’s been ten years since I’ve tasted a woman. If you think I’m a monster now, just wait ‘til I’m inside you.”

  My underwear strained and popped as he pulled them to the side even more. The threads around my hips begged to be snapped. Taking himself in his hand, he pumped twice with his fist before he pushed the rounded head of his penis into my moisture. I clawed at his back, pulling him into me, and begged with my eyes for more.

  “Please, Christopher,” I pleaded.

  He shattered me, filling me to the hilt and pulling a sound I’d never made from me. It was the sound of my soul crumbling for him. It was the sound of my innocence dying. I wasn’t completely inexperienced, but never had I been taken so roughly by someone so wicked.

  “Shhh.” He ran a calloused thumb over my lips, but I could tell by the feral look in his eyes that he was close to crumbling, too. “Fuck,” he hissed.

  He pumped his hips, first slow and steady, feeling my depths and relishing in the feeling of the two of us coming together. His strong fingers dug into my hips, making my flesh ache and only adding to the sensations rushing through my body.

  With a groan, he moved quicker and his strokes became wild and untamed. The bed pressed against the wall, chipping into the old cinderblock and spreading broken pieces of white paint onto the sheet at my side. He took full control, his body owning mine, ripping away the flesh of my face, and staring into my emotions. He was a force as he took what was his since the minute I’d first laid eyes on him.

  “Fuck, Lyla, I can’t…” His words were broken and full of breath. It made me feel good to give him so much pleasure.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper and harder with my ankles. He plunged into me, the sounds of our bodies getting louder and louder the faster he moved.

  Throwing my head back, I let my mouth fall open in pleasure. I’d never felt anything so raw. It was unadulterated. Forbidden. Dark. Uncontrolled lust exploded into the space around me, splitting me into two and sending me to a place I’d never visited.

  Leaning in, he rested his forehead against my shoulder and the sounds of his heated breaths were loud in my ear. Occasionally, he’d moan softly and something about such a large, dangerous man being brought to moans sent a spiral of sensation down in my core.

  My orgasm clawed at my pelvic muscles, burning with want and need and teetering on the edge of greatness. “Yes,” I cried, the sound coming out way louder than I wanted.

  Reaching up, his large hand settled over my mouth, quieting me as he sped up and dug into me harder and deeper. The noises of our bodies echoed throughout the room, and the whiz of my hard breaths exploding from my nostrils was almost as loud.

  “I’m going to come,” he whispered in my ear. “Fuck, Lyla, feel me. Ah yeah, feel my cock. I’m going to come so deep in your sweet pussy, baby.”

  I was so close, and his filthy words sent me right over the edge. My body tightened around him, the nerves in my opening reaching out to their edges and giving me so much pleasure that my eyes rolled back in my head. My toes curled so hard I felt cramps developing in my feet and calves.

  His movements became jerky as my body milked him hard, his hips drilling like a machine. Leaning over again, he bit into my shoulder, exploding inside of me. His teeth stung my flesh through my scrubs, and I hissed at the sensation of pain and pleasure. His heat filled me, warmth spilling out and onto the sheets beneath me. I’d never felt something so amazing.

  His body relaxed into mine, his weight intensifying against me. Heated lips skimmed my cheek and neck before he placed a single kiss beneath my ear.

  “I’ll never be the same again,” he said.

  I wanted to tell him that he’d changed me, too, but no words formed against my tongue. It lay dead, like the rest of my muscles, in the bottom of my mouth, thick and useless. But it was the truth. I’d never be the same either. He’d taken my body and pushed it to the edge of every sensation possible.

  Reaching out, I ran my fingers over his head, the spiked hairs of his new growth tickling my fingertips.

  “I want to stay a part of you forever.” His words whizzed past my ear as he pulled out of my body.

  Cool air rushed into my center, taking up the space he’d controlled not seconds before, and I felt his loss. Reaching down, he slid his thumb over the wetness between my legs, his and mine, and smirked up at me.

  “Fuck, that was amazing.”

  I nodded, unable to speak just yet, and his eyes softened.

  “Say something, Lyla.”

  But I couldn’t. Instead, tears rushed to my eyes and I burst out crying. He backed away from me, fear sweeping into his expression.

  “I didn’t force you, did I? Lyla, I would never…”

  I stopped him with my hand and shook my head.

  How could I explain to him how I was feeling? I wanted to tell him that I’d never felt anything so wonderful. My heart broke over the thought that I’d never be able to be with Christopher. Not like a regular couple anyway, and especially not if I wanted to keep my job. It was just another massive push to reveal his innocence.

  As if understanding my thoughts, his expression dropped further and he nodded. He knew it, too. He knew that we could never be, and that knowledge burned in my chest like fire.

  A sound outside the room brought us back to our situation, and I slid from the bed and got dressed as he adjusted his clothes. His eyes never left my face as if he wanted to take in every thought that crossed my mind.

  Outside the curtained space, I could hear Dr. Giles’ office door close and I knew it would be seconds before he was checking on me. Again, Christopher entered my space, his eyes devouring me. Reaching up, he ran a finger along the side of my face and leaned in for a quick kiss.

  Dr. Giles’ footsteps began to echo around us, letting us know our time was up, but before the curtain was ripped back and our passionate moment was taken, darkness consumed his expression. He moved closer, his eyes locked to my lips before he looked me in the eyes.

  “This will happen again,” he promised. “I own nothing in my life. There’s nothing but you, and now, you’re mine. Mine.”

  I sighed because I wanted it to happen again and I wanted to be his, only his. As a matter of fact, I wanted it to happen again in that moment. I wanted to take him away from Fulton and let him ravish me in my bed for the rest of the day, but I couldn’t.

  He pulled away and got back into bed just as Dr. Giles entered the spa
ce, leaving me breathless and flushed with weakened knees and desire thick in my gut.

  “You okay, Lyla?” Dr. Giles asked.

  Clearing my throat, I nodded before I left the curtained space and escaped to my solitude in the supply closet.

  CHAPTER 18

  x

  TWO DAYS IN medical can make someone feel good as new and I was feeling better than ever. Although, I was sure it had more to do with the sex. The release was so fucking raw I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I’d thought my heart exploded along with my cock, and Lyla was an angel sent down to collect my soul.

  She was amazing… her body was like a tight glove that fit me so perfectly I wanted to stay inside her for the rest of my life. Her sweet noises and the fact that I had to cover her mouth was so fucking sexy. Hell, the rushed sex and the thrill of almost getting caught was almost too much. It was one of the best moments of my life.

  Two days later, I could still feel her all over my cock. I could still smell her sweetness even after I’d showered. Her taste was a memory on my tongue that sent my cravings into overdrive. I was a kept man mentally and physically by a woman I could never be with. Although, from the second I pulled from her soaking wet channel, I knew I had to have her again. If it was the last thing I ever did with my life, I’d taste her once more.

  I felt alive again, as if her essence had enveloped my core and taken over. She’d breathed life into me, and I felt lighter and free as if I weren’t surrounded by cinderblock walls of death. I was no longer the shell of a man; I was full of emotion and feelings. I was full of lust and desire. I was full of her.

  The following day, through the slit in my curtain, I watched her work. She smiled nicely at the inmates as she administered their medicine and jealously that I wasn’t the receiver of her smiles swelled in my stomach. I couldn’t get enough of her. I’d never get enough.

  As if feeling my eyes on her, she turned my way and bit into her bottom lip, thickening the muscle between my legs and making it tent my pants. I was suddenly upset that they hadn’t opted to put me in the usual hospital gown. At least that way, I wouldn’t feel so retrained.

  She turned, her sweet ass taunting me and telling me how tight and good her asshole would feel wrapped around my dick. Reaching down, I grabbed my hard-on and pumped it. She turned then, and her eyes went from my face to my lap. Lust filled her expression and I smirked, knowing she wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted to fuck her.

  I’d get her alone again, and when I did, she’d never be the same. I’d wreck her, send her reeling the way she had me. Except I wanted to do it in a place where I wouldn’t have to cover her screams, in a place where I could hear her beg for it and pant my name in pleasure.

  Fuck!

  What had she done to me?

  When she disappeared from the slit in my curtain, I relaxed in bed and practiced breathing. My head ached, my cocked throbbed, and my heart slammed against my chest in anticipation of being with her again. It was wrong to have hope in a place like Fulton, but all her talk of my innocence and then having her to myself, I couldn’t help but think of what my future might hold.

  I sat up at the sound of the curtain being pulled back, and smiled when I saw Lyla step into my space. She closed the curtain, blocking out the tiny slit that I’d used to stare at her, and then she was in my arms. I kissed her fiercely, pulling her body against mine and enjoying the feel of her against me.

  The infirmary had grown quiet, and I thanked every God known to humankind for our brief moment together. Her lips moved over mine and I tasted her like the sweat treat that she was, devouring her like a starving man.

  “We don’t have long,” she said between kisses.

  Suddenly, she was reaching between us and grabbing my hard dick in her tiny palm. Her fingers flexed around my khaki-covered hardness, and I growled against her lips. She made me crazy, and I wanted her more than my next breath. Once wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

  She worked her hand over me, pulling at my muscle and making my balls ache with pleasure. I filled my hands with her breasts, kneading them until I felt her hardened nipples against my palms. Then I moved my hands down, grabbing at her ass and working my hand down into her pants. Once my fingertip reached her wetness, I was done.

  Fuck time. Fuck the people outside the curtain. Fuck the hole. Literally. I wanted her, and I wanted her right then and there.

  Turning her, I lifted her on the bed and went to work on her pants. She didn’t try to stop me. Instead, she kept kissing me, pushing her tongue over mine and filling my mouth with her unique flavor.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “You’re so untamed.”

  I pulled back, confused by her words. Was I being too rough? Was I forcing her? Did she want me the way I wanted her?

  Before I could ask, she pulled me against her and kissed me. “No. Don’t stop. Don’t hold back on me, X,” she said, using my prison-given name. “You’re such a dangerous criminal. Show me how dangerous you really are.”

  I almost laughed at how cute she was. Then again, the tip of my cock moistened and my balls tightened against my body.

  She liked it rough. She was begging me to give it to her like the wild man that I was, and I wasn’t about to bitch out on her.

  Pulling her into a standing position, I turned her and ripped the ribbon holding her hair back out. Her red, silky locks fell against her shoulder and I lost my nose in it, taking in the smell of her shampoo. Her ass molded against my front when I bent her over the bed. Her scrubs fell to the ground at her feet and my khakis followed. Teasing her with my tip, I pressed my cock against her ass and she pressed back.

  When I entered her body, it was hard and fast. She stretched around my girth, holding my body in hers and owning me. I pounded into her, gripping at her hip with all of my strength. I was sure I was hurting her, but she just begged for more.

  My girl. My sweet nurse. She liked it hard. She liked to be manhandled, and I only wished that I could do it properly. Not stuck behind a curtain where I had to cover her mouth. I wanted to hear her scream my name. Every breath that rushed from her lips, every sound, I wanted to own it.

  Wrapping her loose hair around my fingers, I tugged her head back and kissed her hard.

  “Is this what you want? You want to get fucked, Lyla?” I whispered in her ear.

  She nodded, unable to talk since I had her mouth covered so tightly, and a pleasure tear rolled down the side of her cheek. I licked it from her skin, and the salty liquid melted against my tongue.

  I fucked her. Fucked her so good that her legs went weak and she fell onto the bed. I held onto her hips, lifting and pulling her into my thrusts, and she moaned into the bed sheets, biting into white cotton to keep from screaming in pleasure.

  Her body gripped at me, the muscles of her inner walls flexing and pulsating. She was close, and I wanted to push her right over the edge. My body pressed into her, my chest to her back, my hips flush with her ass, and I pumped her so hard and so fast that my thigh muscles burned.

  “That’s right, baby. Give it to me. Come for me. Soak my cock and balls. I want to feel it.”

  The cotton of the sheets popped as she pulled on them, and I almost didn’t cover her mouth fast enough before her cries exploded against my palm. Her body closed in around me, milking me and tugging with sweet, wet longing that sent me spiraling. I unloaded in her, filling her with everything that I was.

  I was hers. I’d always be hers.

  Pulling out, I shoved a thick finger inside of her. It was sick, but I wanted to know I was there. I wanted to feel our come mixed on my fingertip. She pressed against my hand, moaned sweetly, and I grinned.

  She was insatiable, and she was mine. Fucking mine.

  I LEFT THE infirmary two days later humming and smiling… fucking humming and smiling like a little bitch on a midnight stroll, which freaked the hell out of Scoop.

  “What the fuck’s wrong with you, man?”

  He was sitting across fr
om me at the chow table, stuffing his face with something that looked like potatoes.

  “Nothing’s wrong with me,” I muttered, focusing on my tray and the shitty food on it.

  “Uh-huh. You’re so full of shit, man. You’ve fallen for her, haven’t you?” he asked with a conniving smile.

  I looked up in shock. Was it that obvious? “Who?” I played dumb, squinting in confusion.

  He saw right through it. “Don’t try to bullshit me. The nurse… Ms. Evans, she’s gotten to you.”

  His face paled when I continued to ignore him and poke at my food. I wasn’t about to feed him any information on Lyla. He knew enough as it was. I trusted Scoop, but my trust only went so far. She wasn’t about to be part of anyone’s game.

  “You don’t have to answer, but listen up.” He hunkered down and began to whisper so no one around us could hear. “You need to be careful, bro. You know forming attachments in prison is dangerous.”

  Scanning his face, I sensed that something was up. He met my gaze, probing my brain as if to pass me some secret message that only the two of us would get.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, watching his eyes shift back to his food.

  He looked around before leaning in once again.

  “Don’t trust anyone, X. You need to get your girl out of here if you care about her.”

  A heart I didn’t know I still had dropped into my knees, and I felt as if I were suffocating. “Why? She’s safe here. No one will touch her as long as I’m here.”

  As the words left my mouth, the reality of it hit me. I couldn’t protect her if I was behind bars all the time. What if something happened in the infirmary and I wasn’t in there?

  Scoop looked up at me, hesitation across his face.

  “What aren’t you telling me?” I asked, anger slowly filling me. Something was definitely going on, and he knew it.

  “I didn’t want to tell you. She’s been digging in places she shouldn’t, man. It has to do with your case. Some crazy mafia bullshit mixed with murder. I don’t know, but she’s stirring some shit up and it’s pissing the high rankers off.” His gaze dipped once more before he met me eye to eye. “She’s been green-lighted, man.”