Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
When Idris woke from his stint in the lab, he appeared grim.
“What happened?” she asked.
“You don’t want to know,” he grumbled.
“Must be bad.” Her own visit had been the usual annoyance of tests and questions. Levy refused to believe she changed for the first time in the hotel room. Why would she lie?
“Let’s leave it at he’s pressuring me to do something I don’t want to do.”
“Is sex with me such a chore?”
He blinked. “You know?”
Her shoulders rolled. “He made it very clear that we are cellmates for the singular purpose of screwing and”—she held up her fingers to quote—“make him a therianthrope baby.”
A deep groan left Idris. “That fucker is unbelievable. I hope you told him where to go.”
“I told him we’d fornicate but only if he improved the food.”
Once more, he blinked. “You what?”
“He wants something from us, so I negotiated.”
“But…” Idris sputtered.
“But what? It’s not as if we have anything else to do, and I could use the stress relief.”
“Aren’t you worried about what they’ll do to a baby?”
“Bah. As if we’ll be around that long. I’m not planning to stay, are you?”
“Of course not, but I don’t see how we’ll escape.”
“By waiting for the right opportunity. While we wait for that to happen, might as well have some fun.”
“They’ll be watching if we… you know.” His hands flailed.
She couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered expression. “Who says they’ll see anything? We have a blanket we can hide under.”
“They’ll still know.”
“So did Yuri, and he didn’t even catch us in the act. Honestly, even if we don’t cover up, it’s no worse than filming a pornographic home video.”
His jaw dropped. “You’ve done that?”
“No.” She giggled, a strange sound to have in this dire place, but his expression? Too comical. “Lots of people have sex in front of the camera every single day. It won’t hurt us, and if we get better food out of it and the outdoor time I asked for, it seems like a worthy exchange.”
Poor Idris lost his voice to shock.
She leaned over and patted his hand. “It will be okay. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
“It’s not that. I know sex with you is epic. I just hate the idea of other people getting off on it.”
“If it makes you feel better, I did tell Levy if he tried to force me to mate with anyone else, I would bite off their manhood.”
That made him chuckle. “Ouch.”
“Very ouch,” she agreed. “So when shall we do it?”
“Uh…”
“If we get in a bout now, we might get something special for dinner.” She arched a brow, whereas he glanced at the watching camera.
She needed to change his focus. She crawled into his lap, straddling him so her legs could wrap around his waist, pressing the core of her against him. She looped her arms around his neck and leaned her forehead against his. “I won’t force you if you’re really not interested.”
“I’ve been interested since the moment we met.” He squeezed her tight. “You arouse me like no one I’ve met. I swear even your breathing is sexy.”
“And here I worried you’d never look at me the same since we’ve had to use the bathroom in front of each other.”
His lips quirked. “Oddly enough, after being in the field where we don’t have any privacy and definitely no bathrooms, that kind of stuff doesn’t bother me anymore. Everyone poops.”
Laughter chimed from her, and her head went back. “I like that. Everyone poops.” She snickered before bringing her lips close. “If we can do that while being watched, then surely we can manage something more pleasurable.”
Before he could argue, she pressed her lips to his, humming at the electrical current that passed through them. Only with Idris did that happen. Only with him did she throb and need to the point she didn’t care if they had an audience. Didn’t care they were in a cell.
With her legs spread around his, she managed to press against him. The core of her, already pulsing with desire, wanted the friction. Despite his trepidation, his erection proved he wanted her.
Since she didn’t want him distracted, she leaned slightly to snag their blanket, first wrapping it around her waist to discreetly shed her bottoms, then layering it over them, hiding what her hands did below the fabric. Basically, tugging his pants down enough to release his cock.
He got into the spirit of things, kneading her ass as they kissed. It probably helped she’d tucked a hand between their bodies to grip him. Stroke him. Get him to the point he wouldn’t care if someone stood over them taking notes.
She’d already reached the point where nothing would stop her.
Passion consumed her, and she found herself lifting his shirt so she could skim the rigid planes of his furry chest. Not to be outdone, his hand reached between their bodies and stroked her, his rough fingers against her sensitive button drawing small sounds of pleasure that his mouth absorbed.
He spread her nether lips, teasing her with an inserted finger that seesawed in and out. That same damp digit then returned to stroke her clit, teasing it to the point she kept holding her breath.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he petted her, sucking his tongue, tasting him in a way that only deepened her need.
Faster he rubbed, getting her to the point her breathing hitched and then switching to slip a finger into her sex for a few dipping fucks. She tightened each time he pulled it free, wanting it deeper, wanting it to stretch her.
Wanting his cock.
Need coiled within her, and she whispered, “I need you.”
He replied with a deep groan, which might have been partially due to her grabbing his cock, so thick and ready, guiding it to the mouth of her sex, feeling it penetrate.
Sighing as she finally got the stretching she craved. She’d been holding herself slightly aloft, but now with him inside her, she sat down, sheathing him in one fell swoop, which had him grunting and digging his fingers into her ass.
She took a moment to savor the length and width of him. Her channel squeezed tight and quivered with anticipation.
“Jeezus,” he whispered.
“Goddess,” she corrected before kissing his lips and beginning to move, rolling her hips, rotating to drive him deeper.
Their orgasms weren’t long in coming. The stress of the last day or so, the newness still of their passion, the fact they appeared made for each other…
She cried against his lips as her climax struck and left her rigid as it slammed through her. Not alone. His fingers dug deep, but his cock even deeper as he spurted, finding his own bliss.
They were still wrapped around one another when the sirens began to blare.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“The cavalry has arrived.”