Six Hard
Osiris
It’s been three days of talking to Sienna every morning and every night, and the time in between is fucking brutal. For a few days, I at least had Cohen to help me pass the time, but he got out yesterday. Now I’m surrounded by people I don’t really care about and unable to call my new wife whenever the fuck I want. It has my patience paper thin, and that’s not a good look when I can get a new cellmate at any given moment. If we get off on the wrong foot it’ll fuck everything up and make our time together hell.
Still, I’m pacing the fucking room as I wait in line for the phone, and I don’t feel myself calm in the slightest until I hear her voice on the other end.
“Hi,” she says breathlessly. “Did you get the money I sent? I don’t know if I did it right.”
Fuck, I missed her. I swear to god, if she decides she’s done with me I might commit murder again. I already feel better. “Yeah, I got it, beautiful. Thank you. You know you didn’t have to, right?”
“I know, but now you can buy yourself a honey bun and three noodle things to make up for what you had to trade to talk to me. And... honestly, I’ll be damned if some old lady takes better care of you than I do.”
Smiling, I curl into the phone a little more so I can trick myself into believing we have some privacy. “Love how jealous you are, Sienna. It’s fucking hot.”
“Yeah? Some people hate it. I’ve never been very good at sharing.”
“Me either. Must be an only child thing, huh?” I’ve managed to avoid talking about my family so far, but I know one day I’m going to have to open up to her... hell, maybe one day I’ll want to. It’s just not some shit I want to think about right now. “What are you wearing?”
It’s something I ask her every single day, and every day, I swear I get a little worse at hiding the reason why.
Apparently, she doesn’t care. “Um... nothing, actually. I just got out of the shower when you called.”
“Fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes as I try to picture it. “I cannot think about that surrounded by all these dudes, wifey. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen a boner in sweatpants before, but it’s not a good look.”
“It’s the best look,” she argues. “There’s nothing hotter than seeing the outline of a bulge through sweats. How... fuck it. How big are you?”
She’s definitely not helping it go down. I can feel the blood rushing to it as I take a steadying breath I know she can hear. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t exactly have access to a ruler in here, beautiful. If I had to guess... maybe seven? It’s longer than my hand and I can palm a basketball. Are you trying to picture it?”
The breath she lets out is sinful. “You can’t talk to me about sweatpants bulge and not expect me to picture it. It’s impossible. Were you just trying to picture me naked?”
“Absolutely,” I say with my whole chest. “I still am. Describe it for me.”
She hesitates for a moment. “Are these calls recorded?”
Groaning, I depressingly nod three times before I respond. “Yeah, they are. You don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable, but you are my wife now so...”
Please give me something to jack off to.
“Screw it. I’ve got my overhead fan on so there are goosebumps all over my body. I’m a little tan right now, but you can definitely see lines where I’m not so tan. That’s... probably not hot, is it?” she laughs. “What do you want to know?”
“You’re wrong. Every single detail you just gave me is hot. What position is your body in?”
I lower my voice more so the guys around me can’t hear, but one of them side-eyes me like he knows. At least he leaves me alone.
“I’m lying on my stomach with my feet kicked up, propped on my elbows. My hair is wet so I don’t want to lay on my pillows.”
“Fuck, I’m so hard.” I have to adjust the way I’m standing to hide it. “Is there water dripping on your back?”
“All the way down to my ass,” she whispers. “I have really long hair.”
“How long?” I’m so desperate for every scrap of information, I can’t stop myself. “Long enough to wrap around my fist?”
“A couple of times. It falls just above my ass when I’m standing. You like pulling hair, huh?”
“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “I’ve never had an opportunity to do it, but I want to pull yours.”
The sound she lets out is probably the closest thing to a moan I’ve ever heard. “What else?”
“I want to—”
“Soto!” Officer Johnson yells, making me flinch so hard I almost throw a punch at him. “Are you having phone sex on my phones?”
“Fuck,” I growl, my body heating up in frustration and anger, and maybe a little embarrassment. He won’t ever let this go. “No, I’m just talking.”
“Shit, did you get in trouble?” she whispers. “I’m so sorry, Si.”
“Just talking, huh? Then you won’t have a problem turning to face the rest of us.”
I release a bitter laugh as I feel my cock begin to calm down, but I’m still too hard to hide it. “Can I finish my fucking conversation?” I try to tune his laugh out and focus on her. “It’s okay, beautiful. I’m not in trouble.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I think everyone here is just jealous that I have a gorgeous woman to talk to.”
“Can you send pics through the app?” she asks slowly. “Not... dirty ones, just regular ones. So you know I’m not a man named Greg.”
“Yeah, you can. They’re screened, but I’ll get to see them. I can ask if they’ll let me send some back too, but I don’t know if they’ll let me. I’ve never asked. Can you send them today?”
She hums, then seems to get closer. “Done and... done.”
“Can’t wait,” I admit. “I have to ask. Did our conversation turn you on too?”
“Enough that I might have to take a second shower in a little bit.”
“Toys or fingers?” I can’t stop myself from asking, and the little giggle she lets out has me aching.
“Both. Start with fingers, finish with a toy.”
“Fuck me,” I groan, hitting my head softly with the receiver. “One day it’ll be me.”
“One day.” I can tell she doesn’t believe me, but that’s okay. I’m getting somewhere here.
“I like how that sounds. I’ll be thinking of you. Make sure you think of me.”
I don’t elaborate because I know she knows I mean while she touches herself. Just the thought alone is enough to have me hanging up the phone and rushing back to my cell for some personal time.
For the first time, I’m actually glad Cohen is gone so I don’t have to worry about whether or not he’s hanging out in there. My cock is throbbing as I pull it out.
Usually I don’t jack off until lights out, but there’s no way I can hang on that long today. I can’t stop picturing how she must have looked laying on her stomach, her wet hair clinging to her back and leaving water droplets down her spine and ass. I’d give anything to lick every drop up, to feel her skin underneath my tongue, and finally hear those little gasps she releases when I say something that turns her on in person. “Fuck, Sienna. What are you doing to me?” I whisper, my fist tightening in my sheet as I near the edge way too soon, but I can’t help it. I’ve never needed to sink inside of someone more than I do right now, and I hope when I see her in person, I’m able to last longer than this. But seeing as I’m alone and there’s no one to judge me, there’s no reason to hold back.
I want her.
No.
I need her.
I’m gonna lose my fucking mind if I never feel her hot, wet pussy clench around my — “Shit!”
I lift my shirt up just in time, tucking it under my chin as I come all up my stomach, and when I’m finally spent, I give myself one last desperate squeeze.
It’s not enough... but deep down I know nothing ever will be. I need that woman.