I dropped the soap bit in the shower!” I say excitedly. “You can have your way with me as I bend over real slowly...while I’m handcuffed,” I say with a suggestive eyebrow wag. Prison has really good kinky sex scenarios.
Rook growls hungrily, leaning in and nipping at my lip before he pushes away from me like I’m a flaring flame. He holds his hands up, either surrendering, or because he’s afraid to touch me, I’m not sure which. I’m going to go with the latter, because if he were surrendering to me, he’d have his cock buried balls deep inside me and I’d be gasping his name in his ear in between begging for more and telling him yes, right there!
“Don’t give me that look, Sunrise,” he sexily scolds while running his fingers through his bright hair with frustration. His scalp has started to pulse with a sharp glow. “I want you so bad, you have no idea, but I have to get back to work. I’ve already been gone too long.”
His eyes plead with me to understand, and I give up on a sigh and nod my head. “Fine,” I capitulate.
Relief fills his features, and he reaches for my hand. “I’ll walk you back real quick,” he offers, but I shake my head no.
“I’ll stay here for a minute and then find my own way back. You go before you get in trouble or something,” I tell him.
“If you have to pee, I can wait for a second,” he declares, like it makes him some knight in shining armor.
I chuckle and shake my head. Poor, innocent Rook. “I don’t need to pee, Rookie. I need to shove my hand down my pants and play with myself. If I can’t wring out at least two orgasms, I’m not going to be able to function for the rest of the day.”
Rook looks at me, dumbfounded.
I raise my eyebrows at him. “What? You only have yourself to blame. You can’t get a girl all hot and bothered and think it doesn’t need to be dealt with.”
I drop my hands to the ties of my scrub pants and start to untie the bow. Rook just watches me like he doesn’t understand what I’m saying. I shove my hand inside my pants and underwear, and I’m so fucking wet I don’t even need to lubricate my clit—it’s plenty juicy already.
I manage about half a circle before Rook growls, “Fuck it,” and starts to unbuckle his belt.
Hooray!
My insides explode with a cheer like my body is a stadium and the home team just scored a touchdown. Rook gets his pants down quickly and then sits down on a wood-topped bench that the inmates use when they’re waiting for their turn to shower.
I kick off my shoes and have my pants and underwear off by the time his ass is hitting the bench. I push him back from where he’s leaning over to untie his boots and crawl into his lap instead. I reach into his open pants and pull out my vagina’s best friend, stroking it for good luck. Then I line myself up and sink down over him, and we both moan out in relief, like suddenly, all is right in the world again.
He pulls up my shirt and pops my boob out over the top of my sports bra as I rise up on his thick cock and drop myself back down. He brings my other breast out to play with too and pinches the nipple as his mouth closes around the other hard tip. I moan quietly and then start riding him, like he’s the bull of the year and I need these next eight seconds to change my life.
Rook moans and nips at my nipple while pinching the other even tighter, and a flash of sensation moves from my needy tits down to my clit. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the bathroom, and the base of his cock gets wetter and wetter with every downstroke of my pussy.
It’s a race to the finish line for both of us. We’re carnal and animalistic in our fight for what we need as I bounce on his dick. I’m bucking up and down over his cock like he’s a bounce house and I’m trying to catch enough air to do a backflip.
Finally, we’re both getting a taste of what we’ve been craving since the last time he was deep inside of me. It’s not enough. I just can’t seem to get