Be Careful What You Wish For(9)

He pulled his body back from hers a bit as she reached down, giving her access to his groin. Her hand found his penis. It was long, hard and smooth. She wrapped her fingers around it, her grasp slipping from the moisture leaking from his tip. It’s just another way to give a massage, she told herself, knowing it was a blatant lie.
This was no legitimate massage.
He gasped as her fingers took him firmly, and she slid her hand down his length slowly. His entire body was rigid and hard, a study in tension and arousal.
“Again,” he muttered. She did as he said, looking up at his face while she did. His eyes closed, his head tilted back. The cords in his neck were taut, and she realized just how much control it was taking for him not to move. She slid her hand down his shaft again, and felt hope for the first time. He seemed almost concerned for her comfort.
His cock was stiff, quivering beneath her hand.
“That’s just right,” he whispered, and her breath caught. His voice was low, husky, and filled with a longing that gave her chills. A twinge of sensation caught her between her thighs, and her nipples peaked beneath the black bra.
Oh, this just kept getting more and more complicated.



Chapter Four
Her touch was almost more than he could bear.
Five long years he’d spent imagining what it would be like to have a woman’s hand on his body. Years spent closing his eyes, lying back on his bunk and stroking himself when he could bear the loneliness no longer.
Five years of hatred and waiting, lifting weights in the yard and plotting his escape.
Five years knowing everything he’d worked so hard for could be stolen at any moment.
It overwhelmed him.
He suddenly thrust against her hand powerfully. She gasped. Skittish as all hell, and afraid, too. He knew he should care, knew he shouldn’t take her, but he’d be damned if he’d stop now. Taking care of men like him was her job. She might say she wasn’t that kind of masseuse, but he knew better. Williams wasn’t the kind of man who would go for a straight massage. Her nimble fingers slid up and down his cock, cupping and squeezing him in a way that made him want to explode on the spot. Back and forth across his flesh, skin tightening with every motion.
He shifted, and trying not to imagine what it would feel like to push her back, thrust his knee between her legs, and f*ck her hard. She’s a whore, she expects it, his cock whispered greedily. Don’t push her too hard, his brain cautioned. She’ll break.
Her fingers came closer and closer to the head of his cock with every stroke. The little ridge of skin that defined it twitched as she edged toward it; then her fingers grazed his most sensitive spot.
“Not there,” he muttered, and she stilled. “If you touch me there I’ll come off like a rocket, and I want to enjoy this a little longer.”
She started moving again and he made himself focus on more than just the feel of her hot skin rubbing him. The smell of her hair, wet with just a trace of floral scent. Shampoo?
It was better than any perfume he’d imagined in the joint.
Her breasts formed taut peaks against his chest as if aroused, burning into him like hot pokers. He knew it was probably from the cold, but that didn’t matter to his hungry body. If only she were wet for him, too. His hand reached down automatically, he wanted to check. He felt her breath catch as she realized what he was doing and he stopped.
He wasn’t going to touch her there. If he touched her, he’d f*ck her. He didn’t want her screaming and crying, didn’t want to hurt her.
So instead he forced his hand back, took a deep breath and spoke.
“You can start moving again,” he said gruffly.
Her fingers flexed around his taut flesh and he grunted. The tension in his body leapt back to where it’d been just seconds before; he wasn’t going to last long. Her strong hand moved up and down, and without thinking he pushed against her. Her fingers tightened again, and she squeezed him. He thrust once more, and this time her fingers squeezed in time with his movements. They fell into a rhythm, him thrusting his hips and her fingers caressing him. The blood sped through his body, pounding in his ears, making his breathing grow harsh.
Tension curled inward in his body and he grew harder. His balls tightened, gathering for his release, and then he exploded in her hand. His seed blew out with explosive force and he grunted, thrusting into her hand as she pumped him dry. For one second darkness took over his vision, the sheer animal pleasure of his orgasm more than he could comprehend. He lay there, sucking air into his lungs and sweating, for what seemed like eternity. She stayed next to him, frozen, her hand still cupping his softening cock. For a moment he wondered if she was trying to harden him again, but then he realized the truth.