Page 163 of Fragments
A hoarse groan leaves his lips as he kisses me hard, swallowing all my rambling words while cum shoots from my cock in such aggressive pulses, it hits us both in the jaw.
“Take this hot load,” he pants, dick swelling and bursting inside me. “Fffuck, Daddy, take it good…”
The spinning goes on for a while. Longer than I knew it could. I can’t feel anything for minutes on end. I’m just breathing Lex in, our lips brushing together, chests heaving in tandem.
By the time I’m back on solid ground again, I’m swollen and sore.
Sated.Perplexed.
And when reality dawns, and my eyes creep open to find Velle gazing up at the camera again, biting his lip, my satisfaction is lined with sadness.
He’s not Lex.
He’s a dude I don’t love, dealing with his own issues.
We somehow wound up on the floor, Velle on his knees, holding me on his lap. He blinks at me, brushing a strand of hair away from his face before pulling out and standing us both up on wobbly knees. We’re both silent as he brings me to a locker room so I can get cleaned up. But rather than taking me down to the East, he brings me back up to gen-pop.
Outside the door to the row, Velle pauses, shooting me a look. “Never a word about that. To anyone.”
I nod slowly. I don’t plan on telling anyone the details of what just went down. But I do find myself wondering how Lex would react, knowing I used someone else’s body to be with him…
If I can’t have him, I’ll have to settle for the next best thing.
Velle pulls me into the row, opening the bars to my cell.
And both of our faces drop when we find Parker Freeman lying on the floor, lips blue and shivering.
Today…
Don’t do it.
Don’t… do… it.
My fingers are twitching with need, but I’m tryingsohard to ignore it. I know I shouldn’t do it, but stopping myself is becoming increasingly difficult. It’s been gnawing at me for two days, and I know it’s only going to get worse.
Don’t. Stop it.
Do not touch.
It’s one of those things youknowis bad, butman, it would feelso damn goodto give in and…Scratch that itch.
“God, say something to distract me from this hell, please,” I whine, wiggling in discomfort.
“Don’t scratch your tattoo, Luthor,” Kang sighs, a knowing smirk on his lips as he rinses off next to me.
“But it’s just soitchy!” I pout, scratching all around it.
Not satisfying. I wanna scratch it, damn you!
My first tattoo came out really good—especially considering my slutty and ultimately foolish behavior while I was getting it—and it’s healing fast. I just never anticipated how itchy a healing tattoo could be, and Ren told me underno circumstancesam I to scratch.
I’m desperate for some relief, and I can’t get it.Highly frustrating.
On the plus side, the itchiness is serving as its own distraction from the overthinking I feel inclined to avoid, regarding theother stuffRen did to me that night in his cell…
Getting tattooed was supposed to be a distraction on its own. Now I need a distraction from the distraction.
My head is a very messy place right now.
