He remembered getting a lecture from the guard who’d stayed with them last night in the hotel spouting off about how the next seventy-two hours was going to be very dangerous for them.Many inmates, he said, when they got out, ended up doing something really stupid and ending up behind bars again.Stupid like catching a fainting woman and her gun, a weapon which was a violation of parole.What were the odds of that happening.He’d have to keep his mouth shut on that for sure, or he and Axel were screwed.
Nick grinned.But if having sex with Axel on the outside of prison was really stupid, lock him up.
His fingers traced slow circles over his own chest, following the lines of his tattoos on his lower abdomen.Some of the lines were sharp and angular from the ink, others were softer, more careful.The prison tattoo artist had been locked away for killing a client who’d demanded his money back because he hadn’t liked his tattoo.There had been a fight, the customer had been strangling him, and the artist, fearing for his life, had reached for something to hit the customer over the head with, and his hand had touched upon a razor.In a wave of panic, the artist had swiped the razor across the man’s throat, opening him up with a huge gash.The man had died on the way to the hospital.
Witnesses had said that the artist was merely defending himself, but because the customer had been a police officer, the authorities had thrown the book at him.
There were all kinds of rumors and stories in the prison, and Nick had had trouble believing who was telling the truth.So, he’d just numbed it all out.
His fingers moved upward and he found the nipple that Axel had been playing with.The skin there was tender, still sizzling from where Axel’s fingers had pinched and pulled.
Yeah, sex was good with Axel.Maybe because he was a man and knew where to touch to arouse a man.
Nick exhaled harshly, replaying how quickly Axel had pinned him down.How nicely he’d lubed himself with the butter.Like he’d been an expert.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he shifted slightly, the movement sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through his spent cock.
In prison, condoms and lube were easily accessible in the public bathroom areas as well as through the nurse.Despite sex being frowned upon between inmates, the condiments were available to cut down on health risks such as sexually transmitted diseases and during conjugal visits.
He rolled onto his side, wincing slightly as the movement sent a dull ache through his ass.It was a gentle reminder of what had happened between them tonight.
His fingers drifted lower, brushing over his well-used hole.He hissed at the contact, his breath hitching.Still sensitive.Stillopen.Waiting for more from Axel.
The thought of Axel returning in a couple of hours sent sparkles of need through him, and his penis spasmed with anticipation.He could still feel how big Axel’s shaft had felt inside him.Thick, hot, and velvety strong.
The man had most likely stretched him wider than he’d ever been stretched before.The burn had been intoxicating, and he’d been grateful Axel had gone slow at first.
He should clean up.But the idea of moving right now felt like too much effort.Instead, he wondered if Jenna and that kiss Axel and she had shared this afternoon had made Axel so thick and big tonight.
He thought about Jenna.About the way she’d looked at him when she’d tended to his head injury.Her eyes had been full of concern and something else.Interest in him?Curiosity of why he’d been sent to prison.Maybe even desire?
He knew she and Axel had history.Hell, Axel had talked about her for years.His stories about her had kept Nick’s cock hard more nights than he could remember.While Axel had slept in the bunk below him in their cell, he’d wrapped his hands around his shaft in the semi-dark of their cell, imagining Jenna’s voice, feeling her touching him.
But now Jenna was reality.
She was asleep in the ranch house with the dog.
Lucky dog.
She was completely unaware that Nick had had sex with her ex-fiancé tonight and many other nights.That Axel had been self-controlled at first and then rough and wild, finally unleashing himself inside Nick.
He wondered what she’d think if she knew about Axel and him being together.Would she be turned off?So turned off that she would call the cops and have them sent back to prison?
That thought made a sliver of ice race through Nick’s veins.But everything Axel had said about Jenna made him believe she wouldn’t do that.At least he hoped not.But time might have changed her.
Or would she be turned on.Maybe want to watch.Or join them, like Axel and he had sometimes fantasized behind bars.But now it was the real world.Everything seemed different.
More…real.Not fantasy anymore.
He could almost picture the three of them tangled together.Jenna’s lips wrapped around Nick’s penis while Axel took him from behind.
Nick’s free hand moved to his shaft.He began to lazily stroke himself and fantasized about the three of them.
Jenna’s breasts would feel heavy in his palms; her nipples would be glass hard as he pinched them, making her moan.
He cursed softly as his cock quickly hardened, leaking at the tip as he worked himself with slow, deliberate strokes.He could almostfeelJenna’s mouth, hot and wet, her lips clenching around his shaft.
Instinctively his hips jerked, his breaths came faster as he chased Jenna’s image.Her pretty red hair, her gorgeous blue eyes as she looked up at him and sucked.
