Locked Up Love

by Alexa Riley

  It’s only half a second but it’s just enough time for me to spin around and grab his wrist to keep him from stabbing me with it. I hear his arm snap as I bend it backwards and he screams as he lets go of the makeshift knife. It clatters to the ground and the other inmates scatter as suddenly the guards appear and come rushing in.

  The guards grab me and pull me back and I don’t fight them. The guy lies on the ground moaning about his arm and mumbling some other shit I don’t understand. By the time I’m carried out of the shower and thrown into solitary I realize that this was all just a setup.

  My release will be contingent on good behavior and up until today I haven’t had a single incident while locked up. Whoever the fuck this guy was, he was obviously being paid by someone to keep me behind bars, or to shut me up. Either way, this screws my case, unless I can talk to my lawyer and convince him that this was all done for that reason.

  The guards here aren’t listening, and though I’ve been alone in my cell this whole time, solitude is fucking hell. I don’t have any light or way to tell what time it is. But the worst part is that I don’t have Lizzy’s letters to keep me company. I wonder if they’re tossing my cell right now and reading them.

  I clench my fists as I slide down to the floor and hope that I get out of here soon. This could ruin everything and my chances at getting to her.

  Thoughts that I’ve been trying to avoid all day come back to me in a rush. I don’t want to think about how soft she looked or how sweet she smelled because I know I’m just torturing myself. But I knew I could only hold them back for so long. What would it be like to have her skin against mine? To have her spread her legs for me? Would she be eager to let me lick her where she’s wet, or would she be shy?

  In my mind she’s bold with her want and begs me to taste her. My cock is hard and pointing straight up between my legs, but I can’t jack off in here. I need the photo of her and to see her dark blue eyes when I cum. That’s how I do it every time and I won’t let myself get off without that.

  I’ve been fighting this for so long, but after today I’m ready to give in. I’m ready to get the fuck out of here and go get what’s mine. I might be locked up, but there’s nothing that will keep me from her. Not this prison, not some rich assholes who fixed my trial, and certainly not some piece of shit that was hired to get me thrown in solitude. As soon as I’m out of here, I’m on my way to her.

  She just better be ready when I get there.

  Chapter 13

  Lizzy

  A tear falls from my cheek and hits one of the unopened envelopes. There’s a small stack of them on my kitchen counter and I stare at them unable to understand why he stopped taking them. I swipe at my face as more tears fall and I can’t make them stop. I was so sure when the first one came back that it was a mistake. But each day another shows up marked “return to sender.”

  I didn’t believe it was happening the first few days. I’d gotten a crazy idea that maybe he was transferred or something. All I had to do was find the new address and hope it wasn’t too far away. I knew he might not want me visiting, but I didn’t care for the idea of him being farther away even if I wasn’t seeing him.

  That could have happened, right? Prisoners get transferred all the time. I searched online, knowing there’s a list of inmates for each facility. You only need to know their inmate number and I did. It showed him there as of a week ago, but I haven’t searched since then. I keep sending letters and they keep getting returned.

  I sniff as my heart aches. What I felt must have just been one sided, or not real. Otherwise why is he giving me the brush off after he’d asked me to keep writing? He told me not to come back and now none of this makes sense. I knew he was attracted to me because I could see it in the way he looked at me. When he’d pulled me in to hug him I felt his hard-on dig into me. I swear I can still feel it pressed into my stomach if I close my eyes. Every inch of him was hard and big. I knew that before I’d felt him against me but now every detail is real because I had it for a moment.

  While I love that hard side to him, I adored seeing his soft side that he didn’t show to anyone else. He even smiled at me, which is something I’m guessing he hadn’t done in a long time. Thoughts of what his mouth would feel like against mine and in other places makes my body ache. All off him was hard, but for some reason I knew his lips would be so soft against mine.

  I pick up the letters and pile them together, then I open the drawer where I keep the ones he’s written me and put them inside for safekeeping. I run my finger across one of the faded letters and it’s almost embarrassing how worn they all are for the short time I’ve had them. I read them every day, sometimes multiple times a day. I don’t care if it makes me obsessed, I like being consumed by his words.

  Maybe I’ll try and send them again once the others stop getting returned. I don’t know what’s happening, but I refuse to stop writing. I’ll send one every day, knowing that it’s going to come back to me, because I won’t quit on him. Ever. He’ll never doubt that I wasn’t in this for the long haul and that he isn’t in this fight alone. I knew what it felt like to be alone and I never wanted him to feel that way.

  I pick up the letter I wrote today and unlock the front door. I carry it out to the mailbox and put up the flag, but before I go inside I glance over at Mrs. Honey’s house. She’s staying with her son for a few days, and seeing the lights off at her house makes me feel lonelier than normal.

  I go to walk back inside but freeze when I see a man standing up against a black SUV two houses down. He’s looking right at me and he doesn’t turn away when I notice him. He’s openly staring at me and he doesn’t care that I’ve caught him. This is the third time today I thought I saw the same vehicle and now this guy.

  I take a deep breath and try to get my heart rate under control. I’m not letting someone intimidate me. I turn to face him and begin to approach him. He stands a little taller and he looks shocked that I’m going to address him.

  “Is there something I can help you with?” I ask, my tone brisk and direct.

  “No.” He responds just as curtly.

  “Well, I suggest you move along or do whatever it is you’re here to do before I call the cops.”

  I square my shoulders and narrow my eyes. I won’t be backed into a corner and intimidated by a man ever again.

  “I’m just standing here.” I see his jaw tick and he’s irritated by me confronting him.

  “Then you can stand there when the cops get here.” I walk back into my house and lock the door. I set the alarm and then walk over to the window and I peek out. I look up and down the street and see he’s gone and I feel relieved.

  I wonder if I should call Mike and tell him about the man. When my head starts to ache I know what I really need and it’s a long soak in the master bathroom swimming pool. It’s actually just a tub, but it could be a pool by how big the thing is. Maybe if I get in some hot water I can calm down and figure out what I need to do next. All I really want to do is fall to the ground and cry, but I know I’ll have to pick myself up again and I don’t have the energy. I long for a day when I can fall and someone will be there to catch me. I want that person to be Rocco.

  I clean up the dinner I made for myself then go upstairs. I pause for a moment to look around the place I call home. Over the past few weeks I’ve made it a touch more mine, but something is still missing. My heart screams that it’s Rocco and I know nothing will ever be home until I can be with him.

  As I take the stairs I look at the wall and think about how it would be lined with pictures of the family I could have with him. The whole house would be filled with pictures, which is so unlike the one I grew up in.

  These fantasies take hold in my heart and I wonder if I’m only making this harder on myself. All these dreams of what our life could be like together with a man who told me not to come back to see him. Am I completely delusional? Maybe he had some kind of realization that we'd never work. He’s always trying to talk m

e out of being with him. Maybe this is his way of doing what he thinks is best for me. I wish he would fight for us too, but if I have to do it alone I will.

  After I’ve run the water, I soak in the bath and debate if I should go back to see him after he told me not to. He could refuse to come out of his cell, but I’m sure that if he knew I was there he would show up.

  I close my eyes for a moment and fantasize about what would happen. This time there are no guards or anyone else to watch over us. I picture him stripping me naked and bending me over the cold metal table. I imagine his big rough hand slapping my ass for going against his orders. My body heats at the idea, and I moan as I slip my hand between my legs.

  I imagine him dropping to his knees behind me and kissing every spot he turned red. Once that was done he’d flip me over and take what belongs to him, what I’ve saved for him. I’ll die a virgin if it isn't him taking it.

  I let out another small moan as I pull my hand away. I want so badly to touch myself while I think about him, but I won’t do it. I only want him to touch me there.

  With a sigh I drain the tub and grab the towel off the hook. Exhaustion hits me hard and I don’t bother getting dressed as I fall onto the massive bed and check my phone to make sure my alarm is set.

  When I look at the time on my phone I notice the date and see that tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. With a sigh I put it on the nightstand and roll onto my side. This time I don’t fight the tears and I let them pull me into sleep.

  I don’t know how long I’m under before I jerk awake. Someone is in the house.

  Chapter 14

  Rocco

  I’m surprised by how dark it is when I open the door. I walk into the kitchen and turn the light over the stove on and then set my keys on the counter. I already knew the alarm code because it’s the same one I set before I was locked up.

  I was in solitary for four days, and when I got out I realized they must have returned any letters Lizzy sent me. No way would she have stopped writing. She was the one that got me out of that black hole. Because she’d been calling and petitioning every person she could in our state I was all over the radar when the guy attacked me. My lawyer heard they had me in solitary and got me out as soon as he found out. Then he talked with the new judge on my case and got the charges of assault in the shower thrown out. After that he had the charges from my case before thrown out because of witness tampering and lack of evidence.

  The Conner family tried to have me put back in and raised hell, but there was nothing left for them to do. They’d been found out along with the judge at my first trial. He was disbarred for corruption and obstruction of justice and this all happened in a matter of days.

  I haven’t talked to Lizzy the whole time, but there wasn’t any way to tell her. They wanted me kept as quiet as possible, so they locked down all my communication so even if she had tried to visit me I would have never known. I stayed up all night thinking about how hurt she must be that I haven’t written back and her letters were returned to sender. I can’t stand the thought of her thinking that I don’t want her, because it’s all I want.

  They let me out in the middle of the night as quietly as possible. I think the Conner family is hoping that I stay silent and keep my head down about all this. I smile to myself as I think about what I’ve got in store for them, because they haven’t seen or heard the last of me. I won’t do anything that will take me away from my girl again, but I’ve got hands in enough places to keep them miserable for a very long time.

  My clothes are foreign against my skin because it’s been so long since I’ve had them on. My body is hot and tight and I know it’s because she’s here. She’s upstairs in my bed, and I know I’m going to go to her. The question is, just what will she do when I get there?

  I pull off my shirt and toss it on the floor as I kick off my boots and socks. My jeans hang low around my waist as I make my way to the stairs, and while I walk, my cock hangs heavy between my legs.

  My muscles tense when I get to the door and I push it open. There’s no light on in here either, just the glow from the moonlight, but I can make out the shape of her under the covers.

  I grab my belt and unbuckle it then push my jeans and my underwear down my legs and off my body. My cock points at the bed as it pulses with need. I might not get to sink inside of her right now, but I’ll be goddamned if I don’t cum on her. She’s mine now and I’m going to mark her.

  When I get to the edge of the bed, I put one knee on the mattress and then the other. Just as I’m about to pull the covers back, Lizzy sits up faster than I think possible and lets out a scream.

  “Shh!” I put my hand over her mouth and fall down on top of her on the bed. “It’s me, Lizzy, it’s me.”

  Her eyes are wide with a mixture of fear and shock as realization hits her. She mumbles something behind my hand and I slowly take it away.

  “It’s me, baby. Don’t fight.”

  “Rocco? How are you here?” She reaches out and touches my face like I’m not real. “Is this a dream?”

  “No, baby, you’re awake. I’m right here,” I say, turning my face to the side to kiss her hand.

  “How? When? My letters—”

  “I’ll explain everything,” I say as I look between us and see that the blankets have moved down around her waist, revealing her naked tits. “But after I’ve tasted you.”

  “Oh god,” she breathes when I look into her eyes and lean down.

  “Just call me Rocco,” I say, and I smile when I press my lips to hers.

  It’s soft at first even though I’m shaking with need. I want it hard and fast, but she’s so fucking innocent I have to remind myself to go slow.

  I feel her hands in my hair as they grip me tight, and then her mouth opens and her tongue darts out. I grunt when it touches mine and I deepen it. I need to taste every part of her and I’m hungry for it.

  “I’ve dreamed of this,” she says between kisses.

  My hands move down her body and push away the blanket so that I can see what she’s got on down below. When I see she’s completely bare, I have to close my eyes and take a breath so I don’t cum all over her right then and there.

  “My mind didn’t have this good of an imagination,” I say, placing my palm between her breasts and running it down her belly and between her legs. I cup her warm wet pussy before my fingers slip between her lips. “I couldn’t have dreamed up something this fucking perfect.”

  She’s so fucking young I worry she’s not legal, but I don’t know if that would stop me. I think back to the court cases and her being in college, and I decide that’s good enough for me. Her pussy is so smooth it’s like she’s never had hair there and my mouth is watering to taste it.

  “I’ve been locked up and hurting,” I say as my big cock lies on her thigh and demands relief. “Been thinking about what your fucking virgin pussy is like.”

  She moans, her back arching as I touch her clit. I lean down and lick her nipple before I suck it into my mouth. She tastes sweeter than candy and I know I’m going to get inside her tonight. I wasn’t sure before, but she’s so fucking wet for me, she might as well have a sign saying welcome home between her legs.

  I thrust two fingers into her and she gasps as I move them quickly in and out. I want her to feel what it’s like for a man to be inside her before I get on top. I suck her other nipple as she calls out my name and grips my hair harder.

  “Pussy this tight ought to be locked up,” I say, finger fucking her like I would with my dick.

  I want to do nasty things to her like eat her out while I put my fingers in her ass. I want to have her suck me off while she calls me Daddy because I know she doesn’t have one. I want to spit on my hand and jack off on her asshole before I fuck her pussy. There isn’t anything I don’t want to do to her, but right now I want to lick that sweet baby clit she’s got tucked away in her puffy little folds.

  “Please, Rocco. I’m so close.” She cries out as I slide down her naked body.

  I hump into the mattress and I’m reminded of all the times I fucked my prison cot and pretended it was her.

  “Easy, baby girl, I’m going to get to know this little princess real good.”

  I’m still fucking her with my fingers as I use my other hand to spread her lips. Her pretty pink clit is sparkling in the moonlight and I look up at Lizzy.

  “Turn on the lamp, I want to see my trophy.”

  I feel her wiggle a little and then the room is bathed in light. It’s even pinker now that I can see all of it and I smile, licking my lips.

  “Why do you call it a trophy?” she asks shyly, and I look up into her dark blue eyes.

  “Because I’m going to wear your pussy juice on my face like a badge of honor,” I say right before I open my mouth and cover her cunt with it.

  She’s sweeter than I ever imagined and I moan as I close my eyes. It’s so fucking good I have to lean back and savor it before I take another taste. My tongue slides across her clit and she nearly comes off the mattress. But I’ve got her gripped good and tight and she’s not going anywhere.

  My cock is swelling and I can feel my heartbeat inside of it. It’s so tight and stiff that I feel like it might break. Cum is already leaking out and smearing all over me. I don’t know how much longer I can last.

  Lizzy pulls her knees up as my fingers speed up and my tongue dances across her clit faster and faster. She’s rocking in rhythm with me, and she might be a virgin, but her body knows what to do.

  “I’m going to make you a woman tonight, baby,” I say, and she nods. “I think the least you can do to say thank you is let me cum inside you.”

  “Yes, Rocco,” she gasps, pulling her knees wider apart for me.

  Her pussy is dripping and almost too tight to get into, but I’ll make us fit. I suck on her little bud and she cries out, clamping down on my fingers and screaming out her climax. Her whole body tenses, but I don’t stop my hand or my tongue as I wring every sweet bit of her cum out of her.

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