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The doors to each cell open simultaneously. Metal clanks and feet shuffle. Like last time, we wait for the crowd of prisoners to head to the showers first. Once they’re out of sight, we exit together.
“Before anyone asks, no, I did not masturbate last night. So, if any one of you had wet dreams, it wasn’t because of me. I was a good boy.” Niles stretches, smiling with tired eyes.
“Nobody, I repeat, nobody asked.” Ruth shakes her head and tries to fight back a smile.
“Okay. Let’s pretend like you weren’t all thinking it. Picturing it. Probably couldn’t sleep because you were hoping to hear it,” Niles says smugly.
He clearly got a good sleep last night. I was worried his burns would keep him up, especially since we don’t have his special cream.
Warrose rolls his eyes, making an effort to completely ignore the sound of Niles’s voice.
The group starts moving, but Dessin puts one hand on my chest and starts walking me into my cell. A hungry, insidious look in his eyes. Determination to do whatever is on his mind.
“Dessin?”
He looks back at Warrose. “We’ll be right behind you.”
Warrose snorts and nods, ushering Ruth to keep walking.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
He backs me against the bars, breathing heavily, inhaling through his nose to smell my neck, my collarbone, my cleavage.
My breath comes out in a stuttering rush against his face. And it’s as though my body understands what he needs. What he’s so desperate for. A release from the stress of this. A moment away from it all.
“You want to do this right here?” I ask, my voice low and breathy. Sentinels follow our friends to the showers, but there is one who remains close to our cage, watching us with predatory eyes.
Dessin nods like the animal in him is unable to form words. Only rough, needy actions.
With one quick motion, he pinches my nipples through the thin material covering them. Then he yanks them hard toward his chest. “Mine,” he growls. It’s practically inhumane. Territorial. Deep and rugged. And he looks over his shoulder, daring that armed guard to do anything other than watch. Normally, he wouldn’t allow anyone to see me indecent, but we don’t have many options here, do we?
“Ah,” I hiss at the sharp sting that radiates within my breasts. But that pain shoots a current of heat through my entire body. “Yours,” I whisper.
Dessin hikes up my legs, pressing his hard erection against my wet apex. His weight nails me against the cage bars, grinding into my tailbone, strong enough to leave bruises. But I don’t care. There’s nothing important to me other than the way he’s grinding against my clit.
“We can’t,” I exhale. But why not? I know we’re supposed to hide our affection for each other. But he needs a release, and so do I.
Dessin’s chest grumbles against my hardened nipples.
We need this. Just once.
“It has to be quick.” I reach my hand down to his growing length. My vision blurs. My mouth waters.
He keeps his eyes level with mine as I yank down his pants, letting his large cock free. The head is shiny with precum, but Dessin doesn’t seem to notice. He’s lifting my hips higher, angling my center just right. I move the material to the side for him, gritting my teeth as he rubs the head through my wetness.
I see the sentinel shifting on his feet, trying to get a better look at my exposed areas. But Dessin shields me with his body, hiding us in the shadows.
“Oh,” I moan, writhing in his arms. Dessin’s jaw clenches, and his cock pulses more precum over my clit. “Only a little.”
Even with his eyes glazed over, he nods once, understanding what I mean. He pushes the tip of his large dick inside of me. Nudging me to open for him.
I gasp against his lips as a spasm undulates right above my pelvic bone, opening my channel for him. God, I want him to shove it inside of me until I’m unable to form words. I want him to take me roughly. I want him to slam into the hilt.
But this little bit ignites the flame of our arousal. It starts a frenzy.
“Do you think you can come like this?” I ask him. I know I can. It’ll just take a little pressure on a certain spot.
Dessin makes an attempt to say yes, but instead, he rests his forehead against mine and uses his thumb to rub circles over my throbbing clit.
