at each other.
“If you want, yes.” She nods furiously at my offer, her eyes lighting up.
“I can come and get you after they bring you food at night, but I have to take you back before anyone notices in the morning.”
“Okay,” she whispers and forces a smile. I don’t know why I just now realize it, but she might be the bravest person I’ve ever known.
I have no doubt that she is scared shitless, and she has every right to be. I wouldn't hold it against her if she was screaming, kicking, and crying every time I left her in that cell, but she tries her very best to put on a brave face.
“Come on, let’s get some sleep.” I nudge her to scoot up and lie down but she stops me with a hand to the shoulder.
“What about you?” She looks down at the tent between my legs.
“Don’t worry about me. You don’t have to do anything,” I try to assure her. I don’t want to take anything else from her. She’ll endure enough in the weeks to come.
“But… I want to. I can do it like I did it the other day.”
I nearly lose it right then and there. I want her so fucking bad, it hurts. It literally makes my body ache.
“Did you not like it… last time in the shower?” There’s a frown on her lips, and I want to kiss it away. I want to scream from the rooftops how much I fucking loved her tiny hand on my cock, stroking the life out of me.
“Of course, I did.” I shake my head, and her brow furrows in confusion. I know I need to better explain myself simply from the look on her face, “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do something for me, like you’re repaying me or something. You don’t owe me anything. I would do this stuff for you even if you didn’t give me a hand job or let me touch you.”
“I really want to do it.” Her voice is low but determined and then, as if she think she’s strong, she takes her tiny hand and places it on my shoulder, pushing against me in a feeble attempt to get me to lie down. Her small attempt at making me do what she wants me to do has me chuckling.
“Please? I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” She peers up at me, her eyes wide, looking for acceptance. I lick my lips, knowing I’m going to tell her yes. It’s a losing fucking battle when it comes to telling her no.
“Fine.” I grit my teeth, scooting back up the mattress before lying down, with my hands behind my head. I feel her eyes move over me as she kneels beside me on the bed. She dips her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down over my thighs. Once the fabric passes my cock, it springs free. Violet seems much surer of herself this time, and I want to tell her how sexy it is, how fucking happy I am that her perfect hands want to touch such a bad, fucked-up person like me.
Without any hesitation, she wraps her fingers around my swollen dick. A hiss escapes my lips, from the contact of her hand on my skin. She starts stroking me right away, up and down, up and down. I groan out in pleasure and she smiles at me, adding a little pressure. She’s working me over so well that I have to force my hands to stay behind my head. I want to fucking touch her everywhere.
Using her other hand, she stacks it on top of the other to cover more of my length.
I look at her through hooded eyes and watch her stroke me. Her cheeks and neck are flushed, and her eyes are filled with lust. She wasn’t lying. There’s no fucking doubt about it. She wants this, she wants me, and that excites me. It makes me want things I have no business wanting.
It makes me want her even more.
“Faster, Kitten,” I order, and she does. Her hands start moving faster, while she squeezes me more roughly than she had been before, and I’ll bet if I slipped a hand down between her thighs, I’d find her soaked with need, ready for every inch of my cock.
Thinking about her tightness and how fucking good it would feel to be inside