Someone outside the door screamed, hollering something as they rushed down the hall. “Put me the fuck down!” a woman shrieked, and for a moment, we froze, eyes locked together, but whatever was happening outside moved on fast.
Darling grinned, then slipped to his knees and licked my pussy, kissing my clit before driving his tongue everywhere, roaming and slow, going too easy. I wanted to move, to wrap a leg around his shoulderand shove him deeper into me, but every time I did, I was met with a sharp, stabbing ache.
This thing could impale me. Kill me. “Did you read my files?” I asked, needing to know. I’d… I’d done this before, with a baseball bat and a lot of anger, killed a man with something up his ass that didn’t belong. Maybe Darling was letting me know…
“Shut up,” he grunted, diving back in. “Fuck, you taste too good. I hate it.”
Hate. Hate and lust twisted up between us in the way he touched me. I wanted to hurt him, wanted him to hurt me right back.
He stood, his cock hard and in hand, and lifted my thigh, lifting my feet off the ground and my ass up the broom handle. I whined, unbidden, as he slid his desperate cock inside my pussy, driving hard and fast, this time, without relenting, without mercy.I was so full, so stretched out.
It hurt, the broom handle digging in, ramming my insides, but he was loving it, grunting and groaning, holding my body up, his face in my neck, breathing and sucking kisses as he drove himself to a fast orgasm.
“Please,” I whined, needing more, friction, agony, anything more. His touch, his tongue, fingers, all of it. As my orgasm began to peak, he ripped himself out of me, my feet slamming to the floor and a rocket of pain shooting up my back, fighting with the threatening orgasm, ruining it, wrecking any building pleasure.
I shouted out as the broom fell over, out of me, and he covered my mouth with one hand, jacking his cock with the other for a few fast pumps, coming all over his palm. I watched the creamy liquid puddle in his hand, my mouth watering. Despite the lost orgasm, I was still deep in bliss with him.
He fed me his cum, dragged his messy palm over my face to replace the one over my mouth, and watched my eyes as I licked it all up, swirling my tongue through the creases on his hand, between his fingers.
When it was all gone, down my throat, he released a long, suffering breath.
Darling dressed fast and looked at me through the shadow with what seemed like real trepidation all of a sudden. The sounds of the riot were beginning to fizzle out, so we had to get back out there. He might be in trouble for disappearing; I didn’t know. He handedme my pants and watched me slip into them without a word between us. I needed to check my ass for blood, sure I’d felt a tear in there. But I wasn’t about to admit that weakness.My legs shook, my clit throbbed for release and my ass ached.
I opened my mouth to say something, but he shook his head and turned, yanking the door open. His change was so abrupt, harsh. I tried to take a moment’s pause before following him, but in the second I was lost in my own head, he had obviously decided to fuck me over.
“I’ve found one in here!” CO Darling shouted, grabbing my arm and dragging me with him. “Another fucking escapee.”
I gaped at him, still mid whiplash from how, just moments ago, I was licking the cum off his palm, then took in the flurry of activity around us. There were COs everywhere, herding the inmates away from the gates, rounding up anyone who looked like they’d caused excessive trouble. It was silent, so no wonder we hadn’t noticed them. Everyone appeared very chastised.
He’d thrown me under the bus to save his own skin. So he wouldn’t get caught.
“Take her,” he said to one of the female COs, all but throwing me at her. “She’s more of a hassle than she’s worth.”
I stumbled but stopped myself from falling. This man.
This man was so hard to figure out.
Maybe not the best choice to manipulate into helping me escape after all. But my feelings were muddied now. Somehow the bastard was making me fall for him.
No matter.
It would be easy to drop him when I was out.
Because I couldn’t stay here anymore.
And I was going to use CO Adrian Darling to get free.
I knew him now.
Thirteen
Adrian
Visiting my mother was hard, only eased by Boba, who bounded up to me like I was made of peanut butter and she hadn’t seen me in years. She was all brown and white fur in a chaos bundle, panting and waggling her ass as she reached me.
“Hey baby!” I said, bending down to scruff her up, enjoy all those stinky dog breath kisses as her tail wiggled and her tongue lolled. Shit, I missed having the company she brought. It was the easy kind, with no judgment or expectation.
Every time I saw her, I debated bringing her home with me, but it just wasn’t right. Wasn’t the place. And the things I had planned made it no environment for a dog.
