Silence ensues as she ponders my question. Finally she shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’d like pain but I’ve never tried it. And sometimes I think getting a swat on the ass might be a little sexy. Maybe the whole asphyxiation thing, only I wouldn’t want you to kill me mostly because I know you’d be fucked up for life after that.”
“No pain and no killing during sex. I think I can live with those.” She can’t see my face because her head is on my shoulder so I allow my grin to stretch across my face. We’re going to have a lot of fun. “You got off watching Tommy and Jaycee at the bonfire that night.”
“So? Some girls get off on performing. I like being a spectator.”
“Fair enough. Plenty of action for you to see at the club. We can sit in a dark corner and you can rub your sweet ass all over my dick as you get horny as fuck.”
“Fine,” she mutters and buries her face in my muscle. We lay in peaceful closeness for a while.
She breaks the silence in a soft voice with a hint of hurt in it. “Why didn’t you let me come and see you those last six months, Grant?”
I shift restlessly. During the first two years I was in the pen, Chels and Dad visited me once a week. When my lawyer told me I’d be up for parole in my third year, I told Dad I didn’t want Chels coming up anymore. She didn’t believe him and I had to ask her across the plexiglass barrier to please stay home. Her look of anger and hurt was the last one I saw before I got out.
“Seeing you in those later months was a mind fuck,” I admit. “Parole was coming up and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. It was getting too hard—innuendo intended—seeing you and not touching you. Every time you showed up, you looked better and better. You sure ripened into a hot-ass peach.” I reach down and squeeze a plump ass cheek. And then because my hand is there, I dip it between her legs to stroke her pussy lips.
“How can you still have a raging boner? You ejaculated enough sperm to repopulate China.” She shifts her leg and traps my hardening cock under her thigh. Even that pressure sends a rush down my spine. “I swear, if you rub more come into my stomach, I’m going to get impregnated that way.”
“Three years is a long, lonely time. Come over here and put your mouth on my dick,” I respond.
She sits up and sighs like it’s a huge hardship but doesn’t hesitate to wrap her lips around my erection. I curl up, grab her ass and swing her around so that her cunt is at my mouth. She yelps in surprise and bats out an ineffectual hand. Ignoring her, I start tonguing the shit out of her swollen pussy.
“I can’t concentrate,” she says with a mouthful of dick.
“Better try or you won’t get my tongue on you.”
She reapplies herself. I want to come inside her so bad. I’m tired of pulling out. I—
Fuck! I pull away from her and sit upright.
“What is it?”
I burst out of her bed and stomp down to Dad’s room. Ripping open his nightstand I see a box of condoms and I pull out a sleeve. I practically skip back to Chels’s room. “You’re in trouble now,” I say and waggle the strip in front of her.
“Where’d you get those?” she asks, looking very suspicious.
“Dad’s nightstand.” I tear one off and toss the others on Chels’s nightstand.
She gasps in horror. “Put those back. He’ll know something is up.”
“Yeah. My dick.”
At her continued look of unhappiness, I sigh. “He’ll know I had sex. He won’t know with who.”
•••
I lie there in a sex stupor after our fourth round. The room reeks of our play. When I get up, I’ll open the windows but I ain’t getting up until the very last moment. I sleep fitfully because that’s what I learned in prison. There’s no real opportunity for true rest. At night, there is a constant barrage of noise even though we’re supposed to be quiet. There’s someone moving in the cell next to you. There’s your cellmate jacking off below you. There’s the prison guards walking through the halls. Then come the random inspections when you gotta strip down and bend over to show that no, you did not secrete a fork up your ass during mealtime.
Chels is as wired as I am because she can’t sleep either.
“Anybody at the party tonight?” she asks.
She means women. I tell her because word will get out and it’s better she hears it from me. “Sara Ellerby.”
“Seriously?” She sits up, the sheet clutched to her chest in some weird show of modesty. I’ve fucked her four times tonight, once between her tits, and she’s covering them up? I tug on the sheet. She glares at me but releases the cotton. Rolling over on my side, I start playing with her boobs. I love these babies. Best round things in the universe.
“I didn’t invite her.”
“Was it Judge?” I didn’t answer. She fists her hands. “It was Judge. I should kill him.”
Her anger sets me off too.
“Why? It’s not like you want to be seen with me.” I get up and grab my jeans and T-shirt. Buck ass naked I stomp into the kitchen and pull the milk carton out of the fridge. With a look, I dare her to protest as I crack it open and drink directly from the mouth of the carton. Her face screws up but she doesn’t say anything.
I drain it completely and toss the empty container in the trash. Without another word, I disappear into the basement. I regret my actions before I reach the door but I’m too full of pride to turn around.
I throw my clothes in the corner and lie down on the brand new mattress Dad and Chels bought for me. It’s a king size and there’s plenty of room for another body.
I hate that Chels wants to hide what we have because I want to be able to kiss her in public or throw my arm around her waist or have her ride bitch without anyone questioning us. But I also don’t want to fight with her two days after getting out. That’s not how I envisioned my homecoming. By the time I’m done arguing with myself and I’m ready to go upstairs and apologize, I hear her light footsteps on the stairs.
My ears follow her path across the concrete floor to my door.
“I hate Sara because she’s a skinny beautiful bitch with a big rack. Skinny girls should have tiny racks and leave the big tits to us big girls,” she says, leaning against the doorframe. She’s donned my white tank again. Seeing her in my clothes makes my dick rise to half mast.
“Sara doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
“Would you have been faithful if I was gone three years?”
“Of course,” I answer immediately.
“There’s no ‘of course’ about it. You screwed a dozen girls right next door to me.”
“Can’t help it my bedroom was next to yours. I wanted to sleep downstairs.”
“You would’ve been on some girl two weeks after I got sent away.”
That accusation pisses me off. “Are you fucking kidding me? Yeah, I fucked a lot of girls because I was young, stupid and led by my dick. I wanted you and I couldn’t have you so I fucked other girls. I’m sorry about being an immature asshole but I never looked at another girl once I had you, now did I?”
“No,” she says meekly after I’m done with my tirade.
My semi is now a full from talking about fucking. “Come here.” I gesture for her to step closer to the bed. “I’m hard. I want you to ride me.”
She stops when her legs touch the mattress. When I reach between her legs, her cunt is soaked. “Climb on.”
“Facing you or cowgirl style?”
I flip on the bedside lamp and move into a sitting position with my back against the black leather headboard. In another move, I have the condom on. “Cowgirl.”
She climbs on, flinging one leg over my thighs. With a hand on either side of her hips, I guide her to my cock. We release simultaneous groans as she slides down. This time it’s slow going because she’s swollen and I’m finally to the point where I’m not set off by a whiff of action. I smooth my palms over her round ass, watching as my cock disappears inside her body. I run a hand up the valley of her spine, i
nto her hair and pull her head back for a hard kiss.
“I’d’ve waited,” I tell her as we break for air.
“I know.”
Chapter Three
Chelsea
“Some of the old ladies are going to come by the Cut-n-Curl to get some petty cash from you,” Judge says as we’re eating breakfast the next morning.
The eggs look a tad on the crispy side around the edges. I blame this on Grant. Not only had he kept me up until all hours of the night but he was grim and snotty to me when he woke up.
“You burned the bacon,” he gripes as he shoves a dark piece in his mouth. I have this overwhelming urge to shove his face into the pan of eggs.
Judge frowns. “Bacon’s fine.”
It’s not fine. Nothing is fine. Grant is simmering like a powder keg whose fuse is two inches away from igniting. I’ve held him off from going public for a week and during every furtive moment we’ve attacked each other¸ but Grant’s tired of hiding. He’s mad every time I creep out of his room and this morning was no different.