Sucking the point where my neck meets my shoulder, he works me faster, and white sparks flash behind my eyes. “I want you to beg, Lexi.”
I’m close to the finish line, so begging is not above me right this second. “Oh fuck, Twitch! Please, please let me come. I need it so bad. Put your cock in me. Now! Please!”
Placing his knee between mine, he pushes my legs apart and drives back into me. A long groan is pulled from me as my contractions start. He whispers, “Oh baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
The tingles in spine turn to full blown fireworks when he slaps my clit. Hard.
Crying out, “Oh my fucking God,” my body jerks viciously as I come violently around him.
The arm around my waist pulls, seating me deeper onto his cock as his thrusts shallow. Panting through my orgasm, a sob escapes me. His free hand comes up to knead my breast, and a familiar tingle starts low on my back as I throb around him. He utters breathlessly, “Fuck yeah. I knew it. I fucking knew it.”
My eyes cross and I whimper when his thumb and forefinger work together to twist my nipple. Freeing his other hand, he slaps my clit lightly and it happens.
Never in my life have I had a multiple orgasm.
Never.
Not ever.
But I’m now living proof that they aren’t a fable.
I whimper as tingling takes over my body and my * pulses lightly. My whimper turns into a moan when he thrusts harder and deeper into me. When he snarls and bites down on my shoulder, I tip my head back and cry out loudly. My body turns rigid as I begin to pulsate. Twitch bites harder, and the mixture of pleasure and pain breaks something in me.
If heaven were a place, it would be the tiny area Twitch’s piercing touches when I come on him.
Tears trail my cheeks in complete and utter bliss.
The moment he stills, he groans around my shoulder. His cock jerks inside of me, and the warmth I feel tells me that he – once again – didn’t wear a condom. If it were anyone else, that would be a big deal.
But it’s not anyone else.
The arm around my waist holds me tight. Removing his teeth from my shoulder, he rests his forehead in their place. Both panting, we lay there a few minutes. Sooner than I’d like, he slides out of me, then my bed, dresses quickly, and walks away from me without even a peep. Or so I think.
At my bedroom door, he turns to me and speaks into the dark. “I’ll call.”
A sudden thought rushes through me, causing my stomach to coil, and without a second thought, I blurt out, “You’re clean, right?”
He stills a moment before he answers in dead seriousness, “Of course.”
My mind and body relax tenfold. Closing my eyes, I listen to the footsteps walk further and further away from me with only one thought in mind: Please, don’t hurt me.
Turning my desk chair around to face out the window, I place my foot on my opposite knee and wonder why the fuck I can’t concentrate today.
Closing my eyes, I tap the pen at my temple and try to avoid any thoughts of the woman whose * tastes so good that I want it available to me at all hours. The woman I already have a purpose for. The woman who is somehow scrambling my fucking brains to slop.
This was meant to be fun. And it started that way.
But it doesn’t feel so fun anymore.
Julius would laugh his fucking ass off knowing I’m startin’ to feel something more than physical for this sparrow.
Julius is my best friend. And the person I would do anything for. He’s one of the rare people I listen to. Keeping me safe in juvie is one of the things I’ll always remember.
He saved me.
The door creaks open, and the sound of heels coming my way alerts me to the fact that someone wants something from me.
Like always.
When she comes into view, I turn my head to see Ling smiling at me. “Got a sec?”
Nodding, I watch her smile turn predatory. And my mind sighs.
Not today.
Ling and I have a long standing arrangement. It’s not a big deal. Just sex. But I haven’t touched her since the day my girl got her ass beat. Trying to keep a clear head is hard when sex is involved.
Taking a step towards me, her petite hand and long red nails slide up my bent knee, then higher to my thigh. She wastes no time palming my crotch. I mentally growl. She knows what happens when she takes liberties with me, meaning she’s feeling frisky and wants a reaction.
When I don’t react and let her palm me, her red lips pout. She wants a fight. She’s not going to get one. Her almond eyes narrow and she presses harder into me. Fury masks her face, “What the fuck is going on with you, Twitch? You haven’t touched me in ages.”