Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
NATHAN
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan, shifting my hips further into Colson’s mouth. “That’s it, baby. Just a little more. Deep throat that cock for Daddy.”
His answering moan against my cock is enough to make me see stars. I lean my back against the cold wall, fully enjoying the feeling of Colson’s mouth around my length and the sight of him on his stomach between my legs.
I’ve had far too much pent-up stress in me lately, and our new little CO, who’s skinny enough to be a tadpole, sure as fuck isn’t helping anything.
Because not only is he making our life tedious with constant checkups and judgmental glares every time he passes our bars, but he’s also not leaving my goddamn head.
Just like Colson never left my head when I met him.
And I don’t fucking like it.
The frustration makes my dick even harder. I lift my hips up as Colson bobs his head back down, forcing a gag out of him. “Fuck,” I grind out.
Four and a half years into our sentence, and the man is finally learning how to take cock like a pro. Both with his throat and ass.
Granted, we spent the first three years here with enough rage toward each other that we had to be separated.
Sure, we loved each other. But that didn’t erase how my life—the life I rebuilt from the ground up—went up in complete flames because of what happened, or how I’m the man who made him realize he was unhappy in a once-happy life.
I love him more than anything else in the entire world, but it was a good thing we were separated.
But then, we both snapped.
One second, I was in the library, studying a new hyperfixation.
Next, Colson was sitting next to me, crying.
And thirty minutes later, I was bottomed out inside him with a hand over his mouth and my balls slapping into his.
Thank fuck it’s a rarity that anyone else but me is in that damn library.
Colson moves off me, breathing heavily even as his hand continues to glide up and down my eight inches with a wrist flick when he gets toward my tip. The sensation makes my spine tingle.
“What’s wrong?”
I raise an eyebrow in question. “What?”
“What’s wrong? You went tense. Am I doing something wrong?”
I shake my head. “No, baby. Just thinking of that fucking guard.”
Colson’s lips turn up into a half smile. He lowers his mouth back down to my dick as he says, “Thinking of another man while I’m sucking you off, Daddy?”
Jesus fuck.
“How wrong is that of me?”
His eyes lock with mine just before he takes my entire length down again.
The sight of his nose against my pelvis is enough to make me want to come, and I’m so fucking close, but it’s like there something nudging in my head that I need more.
It doesn’t stop my back from arching into him or my cock from twitching.
He could easily force it out of me if he wanted to.
But he lifts his head with another smile, even as tears from deep throating slide down his face. “To most people, very wrong. But I’ve been thinking about him too. So, I’ll let it slide.”
That makes me pause. “You have?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What have you been thinking?”
He opens his mouth to speak, eyes locked on me, but before he gets the chance to do so, the sound of footsteps fill the space, cutting him off.
My eyes roll in annoyance. I don’t bother covering up, and Colson doesn’t bother moving. It’s not the first time a guard has walked in on us, and it certainly won’t be the last. The worst that’s ever happened to us was a stern talking to.
They didn’t even try to separate us afterward.
Homophobic state or not, we’re all men, and I know for a fact that so many men would let anything suck them off if they went without sex for long enough.
So if some guard sees my cock wet with spit, blushes, and promptly leaves—so be it. I’m shooting my cum down Colson’s throat tonight regardless.
Except my brain turns to static as he walks up toward our bars, glaring.
Officer Kace Wright.
His tone is firm as his lips curl up. “What the fuck are you two doing?”
Now I raise an eyebrow in humor. “Look, baby. The squirrel is trying to be menacing. Isn’t that cute?”
Colson bursts out in laughter. “So cute.”
Officer Wright’s face turns bright red, and I take deep satisfaction in embarrassing him.
“Get away from each other!”
“Or what?”
He blinks in shock at my question. “I—uhm. I-I’ll—”
Colson turns back toward me with a wink. “What I was going to say is that I’ve been thinking of how I’d love to make a man a little bitch for me one day. And we both know that won’t be you. So…”
I lean forward, knowing Officer Wright’s gaze is locked on us, and grab Colson’s throat.
He groans, melting into me like butter. I smash my mouth to his, moaning myself.
My dick literally aches between the torture of Colson’s throat, the knowledge that the man who’s been on my mind is watching us, and the fact that Colson is thinking of using that man just as much as I am.
Pulling away, I whisper in his ear, “On your knees, baby.”
He gets up from the bed and falls to them instantly. Standing, I kick the prison pants that were at my ankles to the side and fist my cock. Colson, impatient as ever, sucks on my balls as I answer the prison guard. “Or you’ll what?”
His face morphs into one of pure shock. “Just—fuck, stop! What’re you two doing? You can’t do this! I can put you in solitary confinement.”
Bullshit.
I smile menacingly.
I can be soft with Colson all I want. He’s earned that side of me.
When anyone else is watching, though? He gets the scary side.
And I think Colson lives for it.
Turning my attention back down to him, I grunt. “Make me come down that pretty little throat in the next thirty seconds.”
I hardly get a chance to finish my sentence before he’s bobbing on cock with renewed effort. I know for a fact he’s moving faster and more eagerly with Wright’s eyes on him, and it makes my fucking toes curl.
With my eyes on Officer Wright and my grip on Colson’s hair, I growl out the words, “Good fucking boy.”
Officer Wright’s mouth drops open, and he steps backward. In shock or in disgust, I don’t know.
It doesn’t matter, though.
My orgasm slams into me, forcing another growl from my throat and my back to arch into Colson, my eyes never leaving Kace. Cum jerks out of my dick like a fountain, more and more, coming as Colson milks me for everything I have.
When the orgasm finally fades, leaving me spent, I pat Colson’s head affectionately. But my words are directed toward our little officer, and I nod my head down to his crotch. “You got a problem there.”
Colson turns to look at him and chuckles.
Officer Wright looks down at the bulge beneath his cargo pants and blushes furiously before snapping his gaze back to us.
Colson asks, “What? Lose that stern prison-guard persona, Princess?”
And like the nickname jolts him out of his thoughts, Officer Wright nearly runs from the hallway.
I look down at Colson. “Princess?”
He shrugs, getting up and pulling me toward the bed. “Told you I wanted a little bitch.”