Basma likes Fendi

37 | Prison Break

•Jameel

Legs crossed, chicken wings on my laps, Chaima's head on my shoulder and my arm around her on this massive and comfortable bed with the television showing replays of our master plan that let the prison go up in flames was the best thing that had happened this morning.

She woke me up with a new passport and identity her 'friend' who had no name, made for me which would enable me to fly out of the country. I was so excited today because I was going to have a surgery that would alter my entire facial appearance and of course, she was sponsoring the entire trip and surgical procedure even if she wasn't comfortable with the idea.

After watching the news just to hear about the progress of the police in finding the escapees for the third time today I switched off the television to start preparing to handle today's plans. I left Chaima to take the tray downstairs while I got up to take a new towel from the wardrobe.

In the shower, I opened a cabinet where I took out a new toothbrush and tore its packet open and into the trash. I splashed a small amount of toothpaste onto the bristles and opened the tap to let it soak a little before I used to brush my teeth.

After a few scrubs back and forth I rinsed my mouth and dropped the toothbrush into the toothbrush holder and hung the towel on a nail beside the curtain shower then I shrugged off my clothes, leaving them a heap on the floor beside the shower door.

I switched on the shower to the hottest of variations and let it splash against my hardened skin. My eyes closed and I regrettably open them because all I saw was two of my dead friends before they were shot in cold blood and I couldn't help them.

I shuddered despite the heat and wished I'd never met them so I would've never been attached to them. Hands enveloped me and I looked to see Chaima holding me against her. Her eyes were closed, she used her hands to trace the lines of my stitches and scars that I'd gotten from my stay in prison.

She kissed the longest of them all that started from my stomach and stopped just below another one on my chest then she let her lips tarry along its edges till her mouth met a nipple and she licked—then she sucked—me eyes closed and my body shook fervently as her fingers pinched gently.

Her eyes met mine and she smiled almost alluringly but in a way that was as if she had no idea what she was doing to me. I pursued my lips to stop any sound of escaping but I knew I'd be damned once I felt her hand encircled my member.

She squeezed lightly and looked at me again a second time then she went on her knees with a smirk on her as she heard me gasp.

Her hands went back and forth, but she wasn't getting the slipperiness she wanted so she rose up quickly and pressed on the top of the liquid soap so a little could get on her hands then she went back down to rub it all over, excluding the tip.

I leaned on the wall while she remained on her knees with her hands wrapped around me.

"Do you like that?"

I could barely speak. A gruff moan flies out of my throat and suddenly I feel embarrassed because I've never met myself go like that. It takes me time to compose myself and get my breathing to regulate.

Soon the soap is gone and she's kissing my cock in hand. She sticks her out and licks her lips before attaching them to the tip where she sucks and moans with a back and forth rhythmic stance then she straightens her back a bit and takes me entirely into her mouth.

She's sucking like she's never sucked before, my head is spinning—in delight of course—so I hold the back of her head and push her head a bit so I'm able to feel myself down into her throat.