Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

Jackson

It wasn't hard to sneak out from my cabin and over to the inmates' after lights out.

Not many firefighters were eager to be moving around the dark property this late at night unless they were coming back from the city, and as far as I knew, no one had taken off for a night at the bars.

With only one CO on watch for the night, the rest were asleep in their cabins, making it easy for me to avoid the view of the cameras as I reached Ayen's cabin.

The door was unlocked, unsurprisingly, and opened with barely a creak as I slipped inside. Outside, the world was silent, only broken up by the occasional chirping of a cricket nearby.

Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I unlocked it and shined the light down at the floor.

"Ayen," I whispered into the dark.

A figure shot up from the bottom right bunk immediately, kicking back until he was pressed flat against the wall. The sound of panicked breathing broke up the silence in the cabin, filling it with an anxious tension.

I kept the light tilted down so that it didn't flash in the window and catch the attention of whoever was manning cameras as I walked over to the bed. "It's just me."

"Jax?" He sounded terrified.

Poor baby.

"Yeah."

There was the slow sound of him letting out a long and barely controlled breath, the gasp and hitch in his throat at the tail end of it, had my heart sinking in my chest.

A sigh left him as his silhouette finally relaxed. "What are you doing here?"

I wanted to pull him up from his bed and hold him against my chest until he finally relaxed again. The urge burned as I ignored it. "I wanted to talk to you without all the COs around."

He was quiet when I sat down at the end of his bed. His legs were drawn up to his chest protectively, his arms wrapped around them in a tight hold.

I wanted to reach out and touch him, pull him away from the corner he'd squished himself into. This was the second time I'd seen him have this kind of reaction—to immediately shrink away from whatever perceived danger he thought he was in and try to hide.

My hand tightened around my phone.

I wanted to find the motherfucker who had hurt him enough to illicit that kind of response and show them what real fear was like.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

His eyes reflected in my phone's light as I slid it face down toward the wall so that the light bounced off the bottom of the top bunk and cocooned us in the soft glow. He was watching me curiously, no hint of being scared or upset at all reflected back at me.

"I think so." I hooked my leg up over my knee. "I hope so."

"Is Roxy okay?"

I smiled. "Yeah, she's all good."

Ayen slowly stretched his legs out in front of him. He scooted across the small twin mattress in order to come closer to me, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. We were only a few inches apart now, enough where I could feel the heat of his body refracting off of him.

"Is this about earlier?" His eyes were drawn to the floor.

Shit.

"Yes." My throat was tight as I said the word.

Don't get me wrong, I'd been rejected plenty of times in my forty-five years on this Earth. I'd always taken it in stride and never once thought badly of the other person who was doing the rejecting. That was simply a fact of life and one that I accepted wholeheartedly.

This felt worse for some reason, though. Like I was suddenly back in high school and getting turned down by my first crush.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Incredulously, I asked, "What are you sorry for?"

"I..." His shoulders sagged inward, practically pinching up against his ears. "I got you in trouble, didn't I?"

"Why would you think that?"

He glanced at me. "Isn't that why you were sitting with the COs?"

I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. "No, of course not."

Was it better if I was honest with him about what my intentions were with sitting with the COs?

Or did I hold off on that for now and steer our conversation elsewhere?

It might freak him out if he thought I was fishing for more info on his background, especially with a murder charge tacked onto him.

"I wanted to talk about earlier, too." I moved again, hooking my right leg up onto the mattress in order to face him fully. Not being able to help myself and because I was clearly half a masochist, I reached out and grabbed at the hands resting in his lap. "How did you feel about what happened earlier?"

"I liked it," he whispered.

My heart raced in my chest. "Do you want to do it again?"

My voice had dropped low, thick with want for him. I could already feel my cock growing hard in my pants and had to force myself to remain still until Ayen answered me. I needed his truth—to know I wasn't the only one feeling this insane spark between us.

"Yes." He swallowed hard enough that his Adam's apple bobbed. "D... Do you?"

"Absolutely." I let go of one of his hands and cupped his face, pulling him closer to me. "Tell me to stop if you need me to."

He shook his head in my hand, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

I yanked him in for another kiss, this time not holding back like I had in the forest. Here, no one was around to interrupt us, or catch us in the act. I could savor the taste of him, memorize every part of him as much as he let me.

Ayen exhaled out a small noise when I swiped my tongue against the seam of his mouth, beckoning him to open it for me and let me in. He only hesitated for a second before he was parting his lips, allowing me to deepen our kiss.

He was shy when his tongue met mine, gently pressing it along the side while I rolled mine around, tasting every inch of him like I'd been dying to for the past few days. He moaned again and leaned his body toward mine, one of his hands coming up to grasp at the front of my shirt.

My cock strained at the front of my pants, begging to be let out. From just a kiss, I was already getting this turned on.

What the hell was this man doing to me?

Without breaking our mouths apart, I snaked a hand around Ayen's back and hooked it low enough to bend him backward and lay him down onto the bed. He let out a small gasp when our bodies pressed up against each other.

His cock was hard against my hip, small and cute, just like he was. I was dying to see and touch it, to feel how lost it would get in my large hand while I let him fuck himself inside my fist.

How much cum would he spill as he reached his climax?

What kind of expression would his face twist into right before he came?

"I want to touch you," I told him, breaking our kiss while a thin trail of spit kept us linked for a second longer. "Will you let me?"

He nodded quickly, already lost in what we were doing.

I loved how riled up he could get so easily.

Normally, in situations like this, I wanted to take my time. I liked to savor the moments before the actual act, watching my sub squirm and beg while I teased them until they cried. I wouldn't be able to get that far with Ayen, not with him looking already fucked out of his mind with just a simple kiss.

He was wearing a pair of cotton pants that were doing nothing to hide his arousal. I tugged at the drawstring until it came loose, and then hooked both sets of my fingers under the band and scooted the material down his hips. He popped free of the garment easily, his cute little pink cock already wet at the tip as it rested against his stomach.

"Um, Jax..." His expression suddenly grew worried, his gaze darting over to the door to the cabin.

"Don't worry, baby. I got you." I rubbed a hand up and down his side a few times. "We'll be quiet."

He trusted me; he said so himself that morning. I wouldn't let him down with that. As much as I wanted to get lost in him and let us both drown in this pleasure, I wasn't going to let him get caught and punished. His outcome would be far worse than mine, anyway.

The most that would happen to me was I'd get let go with the heavy disappointment from my chief following me.

Ayen would fare far worse, which I simply couldn't let happen.

Pushing his t-shirt up to his chest, I pressed a few soft kisses along his sternum and down to his stomach.

That seemed to relax him as he sighed softly and sunk deeper into his mattress. "Okay."

My lips soon found the tip of his cock, my tongue darting out to lap up the pearl of precum that had already leaked out of him. His body jerked at the contact, another gasp leaving his lips.

"Shhh," I rubbed his side again. "Be good for me and cover your mouth, okay?"

He nodded quickly and slapped a hand over his mouth, moaning into it.

So obedient.

I absolutely loved that.

Lying down on my stomach with his thighs parted on either side of me, I held his hips down in a tight hold and licked up the length of him. His cock twitched from the contact while his balls drew up toward his shaft, more precum leaking out of him.

Shit, if he was already reacting this much to a few swipes of my tongue, how was he going to handle being in my mouth completely?

"When's the last time someone had you in their mouth, baby?"

He shook his head quickly, the muscles in his stomach flexing.

" Never ?"

He shook his head again.

I let out a soft ‘tsk'. "Well, that's changing tonight."

Honestly, what kind of guys did he date before this for them to deny him like that?

Some Doms were too selfish and didn't deserve to have a beautiful and perfectly little obedient sub like Ayen under them.

If there was no give and take to a relationship then what was the point?

Grabbing his free hand, I brought it up to tangle in my hair. "You tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?"

He nodded once more.

"Good boy," I praised, because he really was.

He groaned against his hand again, clearly liking hearing that.

Without another moment of hesitation, I licked up the length of him again and then slipped his cock head into my mouth. His body jerked instantly, his chest expanding with how quickly he sucked in a breath.

I held him still while I rolled my tongue around his tip, tasting the saltiness of him and teasing that slit that kept insisting on squeezing as much precum out of him as possible.

He moaned against his hand loudly this time, his fingers tightening their hold in my hair, and it drove me absolutely fucking insane.

It was like he couldn't decide on whether he wanted to thrust up into my mouth or just lay back and let me do whatever I wanted to him. Either one I would be fine with in any other normal circumstances, but tonight I wanted to spoil him. He wasn't going to have to work for anything if he wanted it.

I curled my tongue around the underside of him while I slid my mouth down on him more, bobbing up and down a few times to wet the skin as I went. He was a little heavier on my tongue than I expected, but I could wrap my lips around him perfectly.

I wondered how many people had had the pleasure before me to see him like this, naked and begging to be tasted, and never took the opportunity to do so.

What a damn shame.

However, at the same time, I was thankful that I'd be the first one to do this to him.

The memory would be ingrained into his brain for the rest of his life.

As I moved my mouth down until my lips were pressed into the soft curls at his base, he didn't even tickle against the back of my throat, just barely reaching my uvula. I stayed there for a long moment, letting my mouth tighten around him as I swiped my tongue around him a few times.

This felt good—this felt right . He was meant to be here, laying on this bed while he had his cock stuffed into my mouth.

My cock hurt with how hard I was, causing me to grind my hips down into his mattress, aching for some kind of relief. I wanted to bury myself inside of his tight little hole and feel him squeeze around me until he had me coming.

"Jax..." His voice sounded so broken through his fingers.

I pulled off of him immediately and wrapped a hand around him instead. "Does this feel good, Ayen?"

He choked out another quiet moan. "I'm... I'm gonna..."

I grinned, stroking my hand up and down him slowly. "I want you to. I want you to come right in my mouth so I can taste you, honey. You'll do that for me, right? You'll let me have it?"

"Fuck." Ayen's hips rolled forward, practically trying to grind himself up into my hand. He was so pretty like this; the image of him was going to be burned into my mind after this for the rest of the night.

Maybe forever.

I wrapped my lips around his cock head again, massaging my tongue around and under the sensitive tip while my hand did the work in stroking him in a smooth rhythm. His body arched up under me, one of his legs coming around to hook around my back to hold me against him. I let spit dribble down from my mouth to my hand, slicking it up while I continued to stroke up to where my chin was.

"J-Jax?—"

He didn't get to finish whatever it was he was trying to say to me, his orgasm taking over and spilling his cum into my mouth. His strangled gasp had me deep-throating him again, getting him all the way back toward my throat so he could empty himself right into my throat. Just as I'd wanted him to.

His hand tightened in my hair hard enough to hurt my scalp, but damn, the pain was worth it to see his twisted up face fall into bliss. He let out a silent scream, his mouth dropping open while his eyes screwed tightly shut.

His body jerked with each spurt of cum he shot down my throat, thick and warm while it slid down into my belly. He held onto me for dear life, letting me help him through until he was finally done and lying completely spent on the mattress.

Beautiful...

So, so beautiful.

The hand in my hair fell down onto the bed next to him uselessly as he panted, his eyes finally opening again while he blinked wordlessly at the bunk above him.

The look on his face had me chuckling as I slowly slid my mouth off of him to sit up, licking my lips to swipe up whatever remnants were left behind.

Delicious.

His cock lay wet on his stomach, a thin sheen of sweat starting to gleam on his skin. Jesus, I wanted to lick at every inch of him, lap at him like a damn cat.

"Jax," he mumbled.

Leaning over, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

I wanted to stay, so goddamn badly. But I'd already been here long enough to press my luck. We'd have to continue another day. Now that I had a taste for him, I wasn't going to give him up. I had him in my veins, my addiction already manifesting.

"Be good and get some rest, okay?" I spoke softly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He nodded at me wordlessly, pursing his lips again for another kiss.

Smiling, I pressed my lips to his once more before climbing off of him and grabbing his pants from where I'd tossed them. They slipped on easily and I was sad to cover up that beautiful little cock of his once more from my view.

He sighed softly when I tucked him in, snuggling down into the thin sheets like they were made of the finest silk.

My feet felt glued to the floor, and I was unable to move as I watched him drift off to sleep.

How bad would it be if I stayed just until the sun came up?

I could sneak out then… run back to my cabin and shower before morning roll call.

Maybe I could even wake up earlier than that and roll Ayen over onto his side and see just how far I could coax my cock inside of him before he woke up.

I gripped myself through my pants.

Shit, I really needed to go before I actually gave in to my desires .

It was a chore to force myself to take my phone and leave.

By the time I got back to my cabin, I was already missing him. Roxy whined at me when I finally shut the door behind me, clearly smelling Ayen's scent on me. She obviously missed him just as much as I did.

I crouched beside her to run my hands over her soft coat. "I know, girl. Me too."