*MATURE*
They called Lights Out, and I lay in my bunk, wide awake. He wants his answer now, he gave me a look when he climb up into his bunk, and I knew I have to give him it real soon. The only source of light was the moon from the bared windows, and I stare at the moon. Like a switch, my mind craved his touch. His lips against my neck, to be his.
I quietly stand up, climbing up to his bunk. He lays there, his eyes closed and his arm behind his head. I lick my lips, looking at his muscled shirt that stands out his biceps. Whether quickly, I swing my leg over his hip, and swaddle his lap. His dark eyes open, and he places his hands on my waist. I lean down, pressing my lips against his. He shoves his tongue in me, sucking lip and tugging. I surrpress a moan, and start to grind against his shorts. "Protect me." I whisper, grabbing his hands and placing them boldly against my ass.
I press my lips against his, and rest my body apon his. He starts to fondle me, rubbing his fingers against my entrance. He pushes his finger in, I whimper into his neck. The feeling of something entering me, is so unpleasant. I never imagined this feeling fantazing about it earlier in the lunch room when he was giving me his usual long stares.
He sits up and pulls down his shorts, I just run my hand through his hair. His soft hair.
"Do not get us caught." He grabs my chin once more, I wince but nod my head. He lays me down on my side, lifting my leg into the numeral four. He lays his hand against my hip and I feel him push into me. I gasp and grasp the mattress, holding back groans because of the stinging and the pain. But it feels so good to get stretched out. He groans into my ear, his hand gripping my thigh tightly as he starts to thrust within me. "Fuck baby..." He starts to thrust a tad harder, I let out a moan feeling something entirely new. Waves and waves of pleasure set throuhout my legs and arms, and it makes me completely weak. He keeps hitting the same spot and I moan into his pillow. How does he have a better pillow than me. He hits the spot again, and I feel myself milking. He covers my mouth and continues to thrust even though I had already came. And he keeps hitting it and hitting it... my mind enters the state of euphoria. I can't think of anything but the fact that Its amazing that he keeps hitting a spot within me and all I can feel is this... feeling.
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The Jailbird | ✔️
Short StoryA short story about a man named Keegan who finds a jailbird to keep him safe while he serves his sentence. Of course, there's always a price. - Novice writer so don't have high expectations with this book!! thank you!!
