“Please, CO Bala, you don’t understand. This isn’t going to taper off on its own. I need to get down to medical and get checked out.” She’s pulling this off without a hitch, giving me those wide, pleading eyes and all.
It makes me want her all the more.
Thinning my lips, I count to ten, then sigh profoundly as I seal a hand around her arm and yank her out of her cell. “All right, then, let’s get you to medical.”
We don’t exchange a single word as I escort her to the box to fill Hadley in her sudden need for medical attention. Hell, we don’t even look at each other, not even after Hadley’s given me the okay, and we’re ambling out of the block into the dark hallways. The fact there’s no one in sight has us both sagging in relief since, technically, we’re heading in the opposite direction of medical. That could change at any moment, of course, but for now, we’re breezing through the plan without any issues. Should someone pop up out of nowhere, I’m more than prepared with an assload of viable excuses.
It takes us approximately one minute and seventeen seconds to make it to the old closet. I glance down both ends of the hallway at least three times before swiftly fishing out my keys and unlocking the door. You’d think we’re some superhuman species with how quickly we fly inside the small, obscure space. I didn’t think it was possible, but I deflate even more as I’m clicking the lock in place.
We did it. Yeah, we still have to get to medical after the fact so she can acquire a doctor’s note as proof, but we did it—and now I get to have her.
This is it…
Ever so slowly, I turn my head toward her. Benni’s standing before the utility sink, pulling up her sleep shirt over her ass—her bare ass ‘cause there aren’t panties in sight. That thing is glorious, I swear. Bubbly as hell, round and lush, and the way she’s offering herself to me right now, coquettish gaze coming from over her shoulder as she pulls her shirt tight... Fuck. I’m salivating, dick kicking beneath my slacks in anticipation.
“God-fuckin-damn.” I lick my lips, inching toward her with precise steps. “I don’t even know where to start with you.”
“We don’t have time for all that,” she coos, leaning over the utility sink’s edge and wiggling her ass. “Just fuck me.”
Not yet, I’m not.
Whacking my palm against it, I grab a handful, my grip tight as I wrap my arm across her chest and pull her back toward me. “We have time, trust me. Hadley’s half-asleep in the box.” Teeth nipping the shell of her ear, I work my way down her neck. “Turn around, I wanna taste you.”
Benni shakes her head, mewling at the feel of my hard-on pressing between her ass cheeks. “You couldn’t pay me enough money to let you eat my pussy right now. I haven’t shaved in years, Andrés.”
This girl.
I can’t help but chuckle at the sheer stupidity of that statement. “I don’t know what types of dudes you’ve fucked in the past, but I can tell you that doesn’t mean shit to me. Let me taste you, bebé.”
But again, she shakes her head, pushing back against me to get her point across, or maybe even to distract me. “We don’t have time, seriously. I still need to get to medical for that note and—”
“Shhh.” My hand seals around her mouth from behind, silencing her weak excuses. “Just relax. Open for me.”
And thankfully, she does, widening her stance enough for me to snake my hand between her legs. The softest gasp tumbles off her lips as the pad of my middle finger sweeps from her slit up to her clit and back again. She’s slick, but I’m surprised to find her primed when I plunge the same digit inside, pumping it in and out with slow, meticulous strokes.
“So wet already,” I croon, releasing my grip on her mouth. “Wasn’t expecting that.”
Benni drops her head to my shoulder, eyes falling shut as I continue to work her cunt. “I was playing with myself,” she admits, throwing an arm back around my neck, fingers threading into my hair. “Time is limited. I wanted to be ready for you.”
The thought of Benni playing with herself makes me harder—painfully so. My dick’s straining against the zipper, begging to be freed from its confines and buried inside her where it belongs. “Were you thinking about me while you did it?” My finger crooks against that plush, ridged spot, arching her into me all the more.
“Hell, yes, I was.”
So I crook it again, faster, relishing the echo of her wetness combined with the soft moans she’s trying to suppress. “Tell me what you did,” I demand, needing to know what the hell was running through her mind as we prepared to make our plan a reality.
“Exactly what you’re doing right now.”
“And did it feel good?”
“Yeah, but not as good as…” she trails off, her walls fluttering around my finger.
She’s so fucking wet and creamy, I can feel it dripping down my knuckle. “Not as good as what?” I grit.
“Not as good as you.”
Those five little words are like music to my ears, prompting me to withdraw and lift my drenched finger up to my mouth. Benni watches as my lips seal around it, tongue lapping up every bit of her juices.
“Mmm,” I groan, eyes almost rolling to the back of my head as her taste blasts over my taste buds. “You’re even sweeter than I let myself imagine.”
Another mewl meets my ears, another roll of her ass assaulting my dick. “Andrés, please.” Her dark, heavy-lidded stare flicks to the door. “We’re running out of time.”
She’s lucky our predicament is what it is; otherwise, I’d be throwing her on the nearest flat surface and burying my face between her legs until she can’t
