I drop my hands to the ties of my scrub pants and start to untie the bow. Rook just watches me like he doesn’t understand what I’m saying. I shove my hand inside my pants and underwear, and I’m so fucking wet I don’t even need to lubricate my clit—it’s plenty juicy already.
I manage about half a circle before Rook growls, “Fuck it,” and starts to unbuckle his belt.
Hooray!
My insides explode with a cheer like my body is a stadium and the home team just scored a touchdown. Rook gets his pants down quickly and then sits down on a wood-topped bench that the inmates use when they’re waiting for their turn to shower.
I kick off my shoes and have my pants and underwear off by the time his ass is hitting the bench. I push him back from where he’s leaning over to untie his boots and crawl into his lap instead. I reach into his open pants and pull out my vagina’s best friend, stroking it for good luck. Then I line myself up and sink down over him, and we both moan out in relief, like suddenly, all is right in the world again.
He pulls up my shirt and pops my boob out over the top of my sports bra as I rise up on his thick cock and drop myself back down. He brings my other breast out to play with too and pinches the nipple as his mouth closes around the other hard tip. I moan quietly and then start riding him, like he’s the bull of the year and I need these next eight seconds to change my life.
Rook moans and nips at my nipple while pinching the other even tighter, and a flash of sensation moves from my needy tits down to my clit. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the bathroom, and the base of his cock gets wetter and wetter with every downstroke of my pussy.
It’s a race to the finish line for both of us. We’re carnal and animalistic in our fight for what we need as I bounce on his dick. I’m bucking up and down over his cock like he’s a bounce house and I’m trying to catch enough air to do a backflip.
Finally, we’re both getting a taste of what we’ve been craving since the last time he was deep inside of me. It’s not enough. I just can’t seem to get enough of this male.
I grab the back of his head as he switches nipples and flicks the hard tip with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. I encourage what he’s doing as I grind on him and lean down to whisper in his ear. “You feel so fucking good,” I purr. “Do you feel how wet you make me, Glow Worm? Do you feel my pussy fluttering around your cock as you go deeper and deeper?”
Rook moans and pops off my nipple. “Fucking hell, female.”
He pulls my lips to his and kisses me stupid, while lifting us up and switching our positions. My back touches the wood of the bench, and I spread wide for him. Rook starts to fuck me like he’s drowning and can only breathe once I’m screaming his name. He holds my shoulders so I don’t scoot up the bench while he drives into me over and over again. I try to bite back the screams of ecstasy, not wanting to give us away, but it’s so fucking hard. And the fact that we could be caught any second...it’s a dangerous, titillating turn on.
My body fills with tingles that are steadily collecting at my core. “Yes,” I encourage, throwing my head back to revel in the building orgasm. “Just like that.”
“Look at me,” Rook demands. “I want to see your eyes when I make you come all over my cock.”
My lids snap open at his dirty words, and I stare up at him as pleasure builds to its peak. I can tell by his face that he’s right there on the cusp with me. I’ve never come at the same time as someone else, and I’m suddenly super into watching him as he orgasms and fills me up.
I start chanting his name every time our hips connect, and then seconds later, we both explode into nothing but a culmination of passion, desire, pleasure, and rapture.
Rook and I watch each other orgasm, but it’s not weird like it has the potential to be, it’s intimate in a way I didn’t understand before. His eyes drink in my pleasure, and I can almost feel it add to his own.
We both pant as we come down, and then he bends to kiss me sweetly. “You were way too loud,” he says before pinching a nipple and pulling out of me to get cleaned up. I watch him from my back, legs spread, boobs out, shirt pushed up, and he watches me right back like a lion planning his next hunt.
“You made me,” I retort as he buckles his utility belt back into place and caresses every inch of my body with a still-hungry stare.
“Damn right.”
I thought that a quick fuck would take the edge off my need for him, but I was wrong. I could spend every second of the day with his cock buried deep in my pussy, and I still don’t think I could get enough.
That’s when realization hits me like another orgasm. It’s not just the sex I crave, it’shim.All of him. This self-assured, funny, thoughtful asshole has wormed his way into my heart. It doesn’t matter how rational I try to be about it all. I’m falling for him.
Rook looks at me like the cat that’s got the cream, and all I want to do is stay here for the next day and give him plenty more for him to lap up. I can see in his eyes that he wants the same thing, but reality is a bitch of a cockblock.
“I’m going to think about you just like this for the rest of the day,” he tells me as he prowls over and leans down to claim my lips one more time.
His hand runs down my arm, and I do my best to convince him with my lips that we should spend the rest of the day seeing how many orgasms a female cockatrice body can take, but he straightens up. He lifts my hand in his and slowly brings my fingers to his face before picking out my pointer finger and putting it in his mouth. His lips close around it and he sucks, his tongue swirling.
At first I’m irritated, because he’s getting me all riled up again just before he’s about to leave, but then I remember that’s the finger I dipped between my lips and circled my clit with when I was teasing him by playing with myself.
He moans as he pulls my finger out of his mouth. “Now I’ll get to taste you for the rest of the day too.”
With that, he backs up, his heated gaze drinking me in one last time before he turns and disappears out of the door. I sigh and sit up. What the hell am I supposed to do about him?
I shove the thought aside and remove my bra and shirt as I stand up, rolling my eyes at the thrill of glee that moves through me at the very wet and sticky situation going on between my thighs. Well, at least I won’t have to worry about getting cleaned up this time. I chuckle and get into the shower as I think about all the different places that Rook and I could christen in this prison.
I wonder if the Warden has a desk in his office?
