Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
KACE
I’m watching from a distance as Nathan and Colson fuck on the bottom bunk in their cell.
This isn’t the first time I’ve watched them together, but this is the first time I’ve been stupid enough to try to go into their cell.
Not knowing how they are going to respond, or if they’ll turn around and rat on me, is the scariest part of this whole situation.
But I know I want to experience them again.
I’ve sat in my feelings long enough.
Stayed away from the two of them, trying to forget.
But my body and mind won’t let me.
From what I’ve heard, they’re not bad people, and after being around them the past couple of months, my gut tells me they wouldn’t hurt me. Well, maybe during sex, but that’s different.
The risk of being charged with a felony and spending years in prison grows by the day.
I paid the hacker, Kit, in another other block, who I have a sick suspicion is messing around with Stephen, the nurse practitioner.
Once Stephen filled me in on what Kit was able to do with the cameras in here, I knew for a fact they were fucking around.
Why Stephen trusts me enough to share this info is beyond me, but I didn’t stop to ask any questions.
The cameras will loop for the next hour, and in that time I plan to fully give them my body to be used how they see fit.
At this late hour, the lights are dim and all the other inmates are sleeping in their cells.
Nathan is hammering into him while his hand is wrapped around Colson’s throat, choking him. Nathan shocks me when he says, “Open, brat.” Then he spits in his mouth, and his eyes immediately find mine through the bars. “Crawl over to your pocket pussy like a good boy since you wanted it so bad.”
My feet move toward their cell before I can stop myself. I watch as Nathan pulls from Colson’s hole and rolls him off the bed to get to his knees. Colson singsongs like he always does, “Princess, I’ve missed you.”
At the deranged look on his face, I think I should be scared, but I don’t have the willpower to stop this again. I’ve hated every minute of being away from these two—even more than I already hate this godforsaken job.
I never imagined a day Colson Locke would crawl to me, but I’m witnessing it right now. His heavy cock sways between his thighs. The beautiful muscles in his arms and back flex as he moves toward me, so much slower than I would like him to be moving.
When Colson finally makes it to me, he demands, “Let me see that cock, pretty boy.”
I look down the hall at the empty, quiet space and think, why the hell not. I’ve already been on my knees for this man in this same exact spot—what’s the difference if I’m the one getting my cock sucked instead?
Probably more jail time, but who the hell cares at this point?
Colson reaches through the bars and pulls me closer by my ass, and I grip the bars, trying not to slam into the metal. He makes quick work of undoing my belt and pants, shimmying them down my ass and thighs for me.
Fuck, this feels so wrong but even more right at the same time.
My body is comfortable around Colson and Nathan. I know I can relax. Should I let my guard down in front of two inmates who I’m supposed to protect and have their best interests at heart?
Nope.
But my body wants what it wants.
And as my hard cock springs free, Nathan makes his way over to us; it’s clear I want these two inmates more than I want my freedom.
“This hole was begging for me to fill it back up while you were crawling over here,” Nathan murmurs, giving Colson’s plump globe a smack before spreading him open.
Spit lands between Colson’s cheeks, and Nathan rubs his cock up and down, teasing him.
And all I can do is watch—entranced—as if I’ve never watched two men fuck before.
Colson’s hands grip the top of my now-exposed thighs, and for just a moment, I remember the cameras, hoping Kit actually has them on a loop right now.
My cock has never been as hard as it is in this moment. Looking down at Colson on his knees for me is an experience I didn’t know I needed, but as his steady grip wraps around my cock, I feel as if my body is going to levitate off the ground.
Bitch, he hasn’t even put you in his mouth yet.
“I hope you’re ready, Sweetheart. Colson can suck cock like a brand new vacuum.
” I don’t even have the chance to laugh at Nathan’s words before Colson’s mouth is sucking me in, and when I hit the back of his throat, I can’t stop my eyes from crossing as I bask in the pleasure.
I can only imagine how good he’s going to be if he finally fucks me.
I can’t let that happen… right?!
But I want him to fuck me so bad.
Both of them, if I’m being honest.
At the same time.
And that thought has the next words flying out of my mouth. “Fuck, Colson, I don’t know how long I can last.”
Then, right as the words leave my lips, he’s pulling away from my cock, spit strings still connected to his lips and all.
“You don’t get to finish yet if I can’t.” My jaw clenches as my spit-covered cock bobs between my legs.
Nathan pulls out from Colson once again, and I see him head to the bed where the bottle of lube is. “Come on in, Sweetheart, and Colson can get that tight little cunt stretched out while I fill him up.”
The stupid part of me listens—cock-drunk and needing to come more than ever.
I get my keys out and open their door, ensuring it’s cracked but not enough to notice if anyone were to walk down here.
Not that they would. This is the quiet block, and there are way too many officers out on vacation tonight.
Colson pulls me over to the bed, pressing my back into Nathan’s front before he’s stepping into me.
I thought I was ready to levitate out in the hallway, but it’s nothing compared to being between their two muscular bodies.
All I can do is look up at him with the practiced doe eyes that I know will get me my way.
“Are you scared, Princess?”
Fuck, no.
I’m right where I want to be.
But instead, I give him a nod and play into it.