Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“Are you craz—mmm…” Sage’s protests turned into a long moan as Xavier fucked his hole with his tongue, delving deeper and deeper, again and again, until it wasn’t deep enough. Sage groaned and started pushing back on the tongue, wanting more, needing more, his hole twitching hungrily around the tongue. He whimpered, pushing his ass higher. It was dirty and obscene, and so very wrong, but he loved it. Distantly, he wondered what Laura would say if she saw him now, writhing on a guy’s tongue like a—like a slut. He flushed at the thought, but he couldn’t stop doing it—just as he couldn’t stop needy whimpers.
“Please.” He wanted to come. He wanted something deeper in him. The tongue felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough. “More.”
Suddenly, the tongue was gone.
Sage panted heavily, rubbing his leaking cock against the mattress, his hole twitching and empty. Finally, two lubed fingers pushed into his hole, and his ass immediately clenched around them.
“You were fucking born for this,” Xavier said hoarsely, pumping the fingers in and out of him. Sage moaned as they repeatedly brushed slightly against his prostate—too briefly; he wanted it harder.
“Harder,” he said, pushing back onto Xavier’s fingers.
Xavier chuckled. “I’ll give you my cock in a moment.”
Sage’s eyes widened. “I’m not gay.”
Xavier pulled the fingers out, and Sage whined, his hole clenching convulsively.
So empty. He never thought it was possible to feel so empty.
He squirmed, wanting.
Xavier circled his fingers over his hole. Sage tried to impale himself on them, but Xavier took the fingers away, laughing softly. The next moment, Xavier rolled on top of him and Sage felt something slick and blunt touch his hole.
“This is my cock,” Xavier said hoarsely. “If you want it, you will ask for it. I’m not going to fuck you if you don’t want ask.”
“I have a girlfriend,” Sage whispered.
But did he? Did he have a girlfriend?
Xavier sucked on his neck, his breath hot against his skin. “I don’t care. You may have a girlfriend, but right now you want my cock in you.”
The head of the cock stroked his hole but didn’t push in. Sage bit back a moan. He wanted it. He wanted a cock in him. He wanted it so badly he was shaking with it. He wanted Xavier to fuck him. He wanted to spread his legs like a whore and beg. God, he really was Xavier’s bitch. What had this prison done to him?
“I hate you,” he said, with feeling.
“Sure,” Xavier said, placing kisses all over his neck and making his neck tingle. “Now ask.”
Sage shook his head, but his body had a mind of its own and was already pushing back on the cock. He gasped as the head breached his sphincter. It didn’t hurt as much as he expected, so he pushed back again, moaning as Xavier’s cock slid all the way in.
“You were supposed to ask,” Xavier gritted out.
Sage grinned. “Was I?”
“Cheeky little shit,” Xavier ground out before starting to move. He set a quick rhythm, fucking into him without restraint.
Sage closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. He was moaning and panting as he pushed back onto his cellmate’s cock, his own cock drooling all over the mattress.
“That’s it,” Xavier said against his ear, licking and kissing it. “You’re my thing now. Mine.”
Sage groaned, pushing back onto Xavier’s cock, wanting him deeper.
Their grunts and moans echoed in the cell as they moved together, fucking faster and faster. Sage knew anyone could see them, anyone could hear them, but the thought turned him on even more. He didn’t care, not now.
Shoving a hand under him, Xavier wrapped a hand around his cock and started jerking him off. It was too much all at once and the orgasm hit Sage hard. He came with a long, hoarse moan. It left him boneless, and he just lay still as Xavier pounded into him a few more times before coming with a low groan.
They lay like that for a long while, still breathing hard. Xavier was too heavy, but Sage didn’t want him to move. It felt good. So good. He could still feel Xavier inside him, but the expected freak out didn’t come. Not yet, at least.
At last, Xavier pulled out and rolled onto his side, tugging Sage against his chest. It probably looked like they were spooning, but of course they weren’t. The bunk was just too narrow. But… But Sage had to admit it felt good to feel someone so close after months of feeling alone.
Maybe he was touch-starved.
Maybe this was what Stockholm syndrome felt like.
Maybe.
Right now, Sage couldn’t bring himself to care.
He buried his face in Xavier’s arm and breathed.
“Still straight?” Xavier murmured into his ear, pulling him tighter to him.
“Yep,” Sage said, closing his eyes.
But he didn’t push him away.
He totally would.