Slammer

Plus, from her flushed face and the glittering gaze full of lust and need, she needed me just as badly as I needed her, and I was all about giving her exactly what she desired.

CHAPTER 17

LYLA

HE WAS THERE. I was angry that he’d gotten himself hurt, but at the same time, I was so ecstatic to see his face. I’d spent some time digging into his case, and it was looking good. It wouldn’t be long before his case reopened and people saw what I instinctively knew. Christopher Jacobs was innocent, at least innocent of his crimes.

When it came to everything else, he oozed sin. He was dark and dirty minded. I could practically see his unclean thoughts when he looked at me, and my body responded in a way that was unfamiliar. My thighs clenched on their own accord, and the tiny pearl nestled where no man dared go throbbed with just the thought of his touch. It was pure, raw, amazing torture.

He looked good, tall and lean, and everywhere I went, I could feel his eyes on me. Penetrating me, filling me with something unnamed. I found myself biting into my bottom lip to keep from growling with need. I wasn’t sure how much longer I go without feeling his touch.

I wanted him more than my next breath. More than anything I’d ever wanted before. So when he pulled me into a heated kiss, I threw myself into him and let him take over. I knew in the back of my mind that what I was doing was so wrong. Getting caught with my hands all over an inmate was a sure way to get terminated, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All I cared about was alleviating the ache that was clawing at my pelvis like a rabid beast.

“This is wrong,” he said, arching his neck so I could taste the saltiness of his skin. “I’m a monster, and you’re…”

I took his words away from him when I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. I didn’t want to hear about how wrong it was… I just wanted him to take control. Wanted him to throw me onto the bed he was laying in seconds before, rip my scrubs off, and slam his hard cock into me. I wanted him to be the monster he claimed to be.

“Yes. You’re so bad,” I hissed against his mouth. “Show me how rotten you are. Be the bad guy, X. Be the monster.”

We were whispering, taking in each moment before someone came in and stopped us.

Ripping his mouth from mine, he turned us and lifted me onto the bed. Cool air touched my hips as he tugged my scrubs down. Plucking my shoe off, he ripped one leg off, opening me to the room around us. My panties clung to my center, soaked with the desire he was pulling from me.

His eyes raked over me, and his teeth dug into his bottom lip. “Fuck, you smell amazing,” he said, leaning down and running his nose along my inner thigh.

I gasped. The sensation of his face being so close to my opening and the tiny bundle of nerves that throbbed for his touch was enough to drive me mad.

“I’m going to eat you like you’re my last meal,” he growled against my thigh before he nipped at my soft skin and made me hiss in pleasured pain.

Before I could respond, he slipped a finger into the side of my panties and pulled them to the side. With a flat tongue, he licked from hole to nub, gathering my desire on his tongue and swallowing it like I was a special dessert. I leaned back against the bed and covered my mouth to keep the moan from escaping and alerting Dr. Giles or Douglas to our precarious situation.

He closed his eyes and groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and then he moved up, sucking my sweet pearl between his lips and massaging it with his tongue. Breath rushed past my teeth in a quiet hiss, and I found myself fingering the back of his head to keep him place.

“So sweet. So fucking sweet,” he mumbled, sucking at the sides of my pussy and releasing my flesh with a smack.

He sucked, fed on me like the starved man he was, and his sea blue eyes took in my expression as he devoured me. Rimming my clit with his tongue, he dug a single finger into my passage, sending pleasure down to my knees. A whispered noise I’d never made crept past my hand, sounding animalistic as he pulled out my inner sinner.

Right when I felt myself began to climb to orgasm, he pulled away with a sloppy smack. He wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand and grinned. At that, he was pulling my thighs to the edge of the bed and stepping between them.

“Consider this your warning,” he said, tugging his khakis over his slim hips. “It’s been ten years since I’ve tasted a woman. If you think I’m a monster now, just wait ‘til I’m inside you.”

My underwear strained and popped as he pulled them to the side even more. The threads around my hips begged to be snapped. Taking himself in his hand, he pumped twice with his fist before he pushed the rounded head of his penis into my moisture. I clawed at his back, pulling him into me, and begged with my eyes for more.