Chapter Eleven
The hayloft was thick with the scent of their sweat, the sex, and the sweet aroma of hay as Nick lay on his back on top of the makeshift bed of blankets, staring up at the wooden beams above.
Every once in awhile a beam would creak softly and a breath of fresh air would flitter by.
Nick’s cock, already half-hard once again, rested against his thigh, occasionally spasming from the aftershocks of pleasure that Axel had given him.
He didn’t bother covering himself. It felt good to be fully exposed like this. No guards watching. No one judging.
Axel had taken off, heading over to keep an eye on the ranch house and on Jenna.
Man, the way Axel had taken him tonight, fast and hard, left him feeling raw and exposed in the best possible way. He felt satisfied, yet he wanted more sex tonight.
He remembered getting a lecture from the guard who’d stayed with them last night in the hotel spouting off about how the next seventy-two hours was going to be very dangerous for them.
Many inmates, he said, when they got out, ended up doing something really stupid and ending up behind bars again.
Stupid like catching a fainting woman and her gun, a weapon which was a violation of parole.
What were the odds of that happening. He’d have to keep his mouth shut on that for sure, or he and Axel were screwed.
Nick grinned. But if having sex with Axel on the outside of prison was really stupid, lock him up.
His fingers traced slow circles over his own chest, following the lines of his tattoos on his lower abdomen.
Some of the lines were sharp and angular from the ink, others were softer, more careful.
The prison tattoo artist had been locked away for killing a client who’d demanded his money back because he hadn’t liked his tattoo.
There had been a fight, the customer had been strangling him, and the artist, fearing for his life, had reached for something to hit the customer over the head with, and his hand had touched upon a razor.
In a wave of panic, the artist had swiped the razor across the man’s throat, opening him up with a huge gash.
The man had died on the way to the hospital.
Witnesses had said that the artist was merely defending himself, but because the customer had been a police officer, the authorities had thrown the book at him.
There were all kinds of rumors and stories in the prison, and Nick had had trouble believing who was telling the truth. So, he’d just numbed it all out.
His fingers moved upward and he found the nipple that Axel had been playing with. The skin there was tender, still sizzling from where Axel’s fingers had pinched and pulled.
Yeah, sex was good with Axel. Maybe because he was a man and knew where to touch to arouse a man.
Nick exhaled harshly, replaying how quickly Axel had pinned him down. How nicely he’d lubed himself with the butter. Like he’d been an expert.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he shifted slightly, the movement sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through his spent cock.
In prison, condoms and lube were easily accessible in the public bathroom areas as well as through the nurse. Despite sex being frowned upon between inmates, the condiments were available to cut down on health risks such as sexually transmitted diseases and during conjugal visits.
He rolled onto his side, wincing slightly as the movement sent a dull ache through his ass. It was a gentle reminder of what had happened between them tonight.
His fingers drifted lower, brushing over his well-used hole. He hissed at the contact, his breath hitching. Still sensitive. Still open. Waiting for more from Axel.
The thought of Axel returning in a couple of hours sent sparkles of need through him, and his penis spasmed with anticipation. He could still feel how big Axel’s shaft had felt inside him. Thick, hot, and velvety strong.
The man had most likely stretched him wider than he’d ever been stretched before. The burn had been intoxicating, and he’d been grateful Axel had gone slow at first.
He should clean up. But the idea of moving right now felt like too much effort. Instead, he wondered if Jenna and that kiss Axel and she had shared this afternoon had made Axel so thick and big tonight.
He thought about Jenna. About the way she’d looked at him when she’d tended to his head injury. Her eyes had been full of concern and something else. Interest in him? Curiosity of why he’d been sent to prison. Maybe even desire?
He knew she and Axel had history. Hell, Axel had talked about her for years.
His stories about her had kept Nick’s cock hard more nights than he could remember.
While Axel had slept in the bunk below him in their cell, he’d wrapped his hands around his shaft in the semi-dark of their cell, imagining Jenna’s voice, feeling her touching him.
But now Jenna was reality.
She was asleep in the ranch house with the dog.
Lucky dog.
She was completely unaware that Nick had had sex with her ex-fiancé tonight and many other nights. That Axel had been self-controlled at first and then rough and wild, finally unleashing himself inside Nick.
He wondered what she’d think if she knew about Axel and him being together. Would she be turned off? So turned off that she would call the cops and have them sent back to prison?
That thought made a sliver of ice race through Nick’s veins. But everything Axel had said about Jenna made him believe she wouldn’t do that. At least he hoped not. But time might have changed her.
Or would she be turned on. Maybe want to watch. Or join them, like Axel and he had sometimes fantasized behind bars. But now it was the real world. Everything seemed different.
More…real. Not fantasy anymore.
He could almost picture the three of them tangled together. Jenna’s lips wrapped around Nick’s penis while Axel took him from behind.
Nick’s free hand moved to his shaft. He began to lazily stroke himself and fantasized about the three of them.
Jenna’s breasts would feel heavy in his palms; her nipples would be glass hard as he pinched them, making her moan.
He cursed softly as his cock quickly hardened, leaking at the tip as he worked himself with slow, deliberate strokes. He could almost feel Jenna’s mouth, hot and wet, her lips clenching around his shaft.
Instinctively his hips jerked, his breaths came faster as he chased Jenna’s image. Her pretty red hair, her gorgeous blue eyes as she looked up at him and sucked.
Nick stroked himself harder, feeling his balls tighten and then without a warning he was coming, fast and furious. He rode the uncontrollable shudders, and kept stroking himself, staying within the vortex of pleasure for as long as he could.
When he finally slumped back against the rumpled blankets on the hay bed, his chest was heaving and his skin was slick with perspiration yet again.
Man, he hadn’t come so fast and furious since he’d been a teenager.
He grinned and began cleaning himself up with one of the two wet washcloths he’d snuck out of Jenna’s ranch house in yet another plastic bag. He couldn’t wait to tell Axel. It would be the excuse he’d need to be punished again.
* * * * *
It was at the crack of dawn when Axel stepped out of the barn, leading a horse when Nick came up behind him, leading another horse.
The sunrise hit him like a blessing. It was too bright, too open, too free and for a moment he had to steady himself against the weight of it. He stopped to take in the view.
The rising sun painted the pasture in soft golds, and the crisp morning air carried the scent of damp earth and fresh hay.
The sunshine was already melting away the delicate strands of white mist and Axel could tell by the way the sun shone heat against his body that it was going to be another hot August day.
“Sure feels good to be outside those prison walls and see the sunrise again, eh,” Nick commented as he moved up beside Axel tugging along his horse.
Axel nodded, keeping quiet, sucking up the view. This was what freedom felt like. Birds chirping. Dragonflies zipping past them and everything else just quiet.
Nick’s footsteps fell into rhythm with his. It was the same way they had in the prison yard, in the corridors, in every place they’d learned to survive together.
“Good thing it was a quiet night,” Nick said softly.
Axel frowned and gazed over at him, instantly noticing Nick’s teasing smile.
“Quiet night?” Axel murmured.
There was a faint bruise on Nick’s neck where Axel had sucked just a little too hard during one of last night’s sexual escapades with the man. The sight sent a flicker of guilt and pride through him. It was a reminder of how close they’d been, and how close they still were.
Nick chuckled, low and rough, the sound sending a shot of warmth through Axel.
“I’m pretty sure I heard the barn’s loft filling with hot moans when I wasn’t even there,” Axel responded.
He’d heard Nick masturbating after he’d left following their first sexual excursion.
Had wanted to join him, but he’d been on duty keeping an eye on that road and the ranch house where Jenna had been sleeping.
Nick’s blue eyes sparkled.
“Hey, I had to entertain myself, just like you did. I heard you too when I was out and about.”
Axel’s lips twitched. Their banter slid easily between them, warm and familiar, softening the edges of the morning.
“Shut up, already. You enjoyed your punishments. Stealing butter and washcloths from Jenna. You are a bad boy. C’mon let’s get the horses out to the pasture so we can get breakfast. I worked up one hell of an appetite.”
He gave the reins a sharp tug, leading his horse forward. Heard Nick follow suit.
Axel exhaled slowly at the memory of Nick’s body beneath him. Trembling, wanting, needing. He’d reminded Nick good and hard last night that the two of them were good together.