Book 2 Chapter 11
Colton
“Here, this came for you.” The guard said, sliding an envelope across the table.
*Is this what I think it is?
Fuck.
Of course, it was.
*
I hurried back to my cell and sucked in a breath. I tore it open and began to read. My cock hardened just reading how Jenna touched herself thinking of me. I sucked in a breath and whispered harshly, “Fuck me.”
I lowered myself down on my bed and laid back. Not once had I jacked off since I’d been locked up. Just after seeing Jenna and sucking the juices off her finger made me want to. So damn bad. Now that I’m reading this, it’s making me want to stroke my cock to her words. Some men in here have porn to get themselves off to, but me—I have a special porn. I’ve got word porn from the woman I love.
I opened up the letter again and continued to read. Fuck me, she wants me to command her to touch herself and watch her writhe as she brings herself to orgasm. Right in front of everyone. I don’t like other people watching, especially other men. Prisoners to be exact. A part of me wants to deny her, but another part of me wants to see her silently moan my name.
*After our visit, I went home. Wet. Horny. Needing to feel your touch. I laid back on my bed and touched myself. First, I let my hands roam my body and closed my eyes. I imagined you were here with me. Undressing me as your lips kissed my neck. Getting me ready for you. Then, I let my hand travel south to my pussy. I circled my clit and moaned out your name. I moaned out to you as you explored my body. I silently cried out, “Please, Colton. Take me now.”
*
I glanced down to my lap and bit my lip. I was hard—throbbing as I re-read her words. I set the letter down and took a deep breath. I didn’t need to read it again to remember what it said. I already knew it by heart.
I slipped off my shirt and laid it next to me as I got comfortable. Tugging my pants down, my cock stood glaring at me. It was angrily begging me to wrap my hand around it and stroke it. I glanced over to make sure nobody was around and wrapped my fingers around my length. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Jenna. She would gently stroke me as she ran her tongue around the head. Teasing me. Making me so hard it hurt. Then, she would take me fully into her mouth and suck me. Suck me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck, Jenna.” I hissed, stroking myself as more of the letter rang through my head.
*I kept circling my clit as my free hand took my nipple between my thumb and index finger. My breaths became shallow as I bring myself closer. I arched my back, curling my toes, feeling the excitement of my release right there, but still so far away. I remembered how you used to tell me to bring myself close to the edge, but hold it in. I imagined you whispering in my ear, “Don’t come until I tell you to, Princess.”
**
I vigorously pumped my cock, bucking my hips as I imagined her bent over the altar in the church. She would sound like she was praying, but I knew better. She would be backing her ass up against my cock as I teased her needy cunt. She would scream out as I slammed into her, pushing her closer to the edge. Making her want to come for me, but knew better. I would lean down and whisper, “Come for me, Princess. Scream my name as you squeeze my cock.”
I thrust my hips and threw my head back, pretending it was her pussy clenching down on me. My breaths became hard, more labored as I pumped harder and came on my chest. When I opened my eyes, my chest heaved up and down. I relaxed my muscles and whispered to myself, “Fuck that felt so good. Needed that.”
I quickly cleaned myself up and changed into a clean pair of pants and shirt. I took the letter and tucked it underneath my pillow before anyone could walk by. Or worse, Javier comes back from his session with the therapist.
I laughed, “He’s probably got that woman over her own desk, plowing into her from behind.”
A few hours later, Javier stepped in and grinned. “That was such an intense session. That woman—oh fuck me, she’s amazing.”
“Is that what we’re calling sex now? Sessions?”
He whispered in my ear, “Call it what you want, but you know I’ve got to be careful. You never know who could be listening. And, I also don’t want the pretty little thing to lose her job.”
“You’re in love with her.” I stated.
“It’s just a fuck.”
“No. You’re in love. I should know, because that look in your eyes—that’s how I look when I think about Jenna.”
“Fuck. This is bad.”
“No, maybe it’s a good thing.”
“No.” Javier narrowed his eyes, “She can never fall for me and I can never fall for her.”
“Why?”
“Because—her brother is the one who got me locked up.”
“You mean—”
“I’m not using her, if that’s what you think. It’s the other way around. She’s using me as a revenge to her brother. She came to me and I agreed. I would never turn down a sexy woman like that.”
“What is it she wants?”
“She wants me to give her a baby.”
“That’s fucking insane. How is she going to take care of he or she?”
“She has always wanted a baby, but also wanted revenge on what he did to her.”
“And what did he do?”
“He killed his best friend after finding out he was fucking his sister. Then, kicked her in the stomach—killing her child.”
“And, this fucker isn’t behind bars like us?”
“Corruption, Colton. You have no idea how many corrupt people there are in law enforcement, politicians, even the government. Hell, even your old high school teacher could be dirty.”
“Ain’t you preaching to the choir. My father was a preacher and her was the most crooked son of a bitch you would ever meet.”