Guarded Hearts Ch. 11

I never thought I'd have to see blood in here again. It just didn't seem fair.

"Step back! I need everyone back!" Chloe shouted at the baying crowd, almost all of them pushing past each other to get through and get a look at Oscar.

"Bill, another chest seal," Kara's voice cut through from behind the perimeter, sharp, yet calm.

I was pressed up at the front of the crowd, trying not to let myself be jostled forward, apologizing as I was repeatedly nudged and budged into Dennis, Jerome, and a few other COs whose names I couldn't place. Looking around for a moment I could see other inmates standing atop canteen tables, food forgotten, all trying to get a look past the sea of khaki.

"Is he dead?"

"Oh shit man, was it that kid?"

"He's fucked, man that's a lot of blood."

The noise was overwhelming. The outrage of the crowd. The overlapping shouts of multiple COs. Someone's neglected radio alarm, repeating the same shrill chime every few seconds. The croaked, tearful laughter of the young man with the shaved head, lying face down on the ground, bloodied hands cuffed behind him.

"You're dead, you Nazi motherfucker!" a voice I recognized cried out from somewhere behind me. "Just you wait, you're safe nowhere!"

Kara and another CO worked fast, hardly saying a word to each other as they applied chest seals, stuffed junctional wounds full of gauze, and wiped away blood, only for it to start pooling again a moment later. And while they spent every second trying to save Oscar's life, I just stood there, watching. I felt so useless. And then I looked across at Chloe. Her eyes met mine, and despite doing better at controlling the crowd than many of her colleagues, I could see she felt much the same.

***

"He's a teacher now?" I repeated, incredulous.

Chloe smiled, looking happier than I'd seen her in a while. "Yeah."

"And like, his face is... he can talk okay?"

She nodded, still smiling. "He's... he's got a scar on his cheek, but yeah, he can talk fine," she replied, the relief in her voice tangible. "He does private tutoring, and... he's doing so well, it's... I mean, I met his wife, and their little baby boy, and... Grant, it's amazing, he looks... he looks so happy."

I couldn't help but smile along with her. "I'm glad you reached out. That took guts," I said softly, taking her hand in mine and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I nearly didn't," she admitted with a slight laugh. "I had to track down like three different people before someone finally gave me a working number for him, and I, uh... I hung up the first time I heard his voice."

I laughed. "He's only your dad."

"No, I know, but... I thought he might... well, you know..." she stumbled awkwardly, looking away as the smile on her face quickly died.

"Chloe, you were a kid. You only said what your mom told you to say," I replied firmly. "It's not your fault."

She glanced back up and gave me a momentary smile, but I could tell she wasn't convinced.

"Does he blame you?" I asked after a moment, knowing what the answer would be.

She shook her head and looked back up at me, tears in her eyes. "Oh Grant, he was so nice to me..." she managed. "He said... he's sorry, that he never reached out to me, and it's just-" she trailed off, pursing her lips and looking away again awkwardly.

"Did you tell him about us?" I asked eventually, softly caressing the back of her hand.

She shook her head, glancing back at me a moment later. I could see she felt a little guilty admitting that.

"Probably best not to overwhelm him," I said after a moment. "When are you gonna see him again?"

"They're all coming up from New Jersey in two weeks. Tommy's taking a couple of my shifts, so I'll have a few days."

"Tommy?"

I wasn't sure who Tommy was, and I knew almost all of the COs by name now.

"He works the tun gow- the... gun towers. He works the gun towers usually," she clarified.

I nodded thoughtfully. "Gun Tower Tommy."

"Gun Tower Tommy," she agreed.

"Tun Gower Gommy."

She shoved me away playfully. "Shut up."

I couldn't help but smile, and as we looked at each other for a few moments, I saw her own smile slowly returning.

The past few weeks had to have been some of the best of my life. Chloe and I had not made love again since that night in my cell, but that night, we made love. We made love for what had to have been an hour or more, and when she finally dressed back up in a hurry and left, it was only due to her radio pinging with a patrol reminder. I remember - rather selfishly - asking her if she couldn't just skip it, or say she'd done it and stay with me for a while longer, but she said she had to scan some tags.

I'd like to say it was easy to keep my word after that, that the promises Chloe and I had whispered to each other under the covers were easy to keep, and that we knew it had to be the last time, but I'd be lying. It wasn't easy. Loving her was easy. Finding a safe place to love her was less so, and so far I do think it was a mere lack of opportunity that had kept us faithful to our agreement. We'd come close though.

The dingy library cupboard would never be my first choice, nor Chloe's, but during the lunch hour, whilst a small number of GED hopefuls pored over books and fat-fingered keyboards in the library, Chloe found herself rummaging through boxes, and I followed her in. She didn't realize it was me at first, and when she spun around, I saw the flash of fear on her face, hand already dropping to the mace canister on her belt. When she saw me though, she let out a breath and took her hand off her belt.

We stood there for a moment, and I could see her trying to get her heart rate down. Instinctively, I reached out to hold her, and she melted into my arms. I didn't say anything, and neither did she, but as we held each other close for a while, she soon calmed, and I felt her hands start searching. Her smell was intoxicating, and as we pulled away for a moment, I could see the desperation and desire on her face. She wanted me. And I wanted her.

But we couldn't. And certainly not there, in a cupboard with inmates studying just a few yards outside that door. It hurt to break it off, but I could tell she understood. Even if we locked the door, it was far too risky, and so all we did was exchange a quick kiss. We'd agreed on no more night-time cell visits, mostly due to the prison trialling the tracking features on the new radio fleet. That would've been nice last October, but now it was just another roadblock.

"Oh!" Chloe exclaimed all of a sudden, dragging me back to reality. "And they've got this dog right? It is... the cutest fucking thing."

"Yeah?" I replied, unable to stop myself from smiling.

"Yeah, it's like a cross between a-"

The alarm wasn't exactly loud, but you'd never not notice it. A shrill siren-like tone repeating in bursts of four spewed forth from the radio on Chloe's shoulder, making us both jump. Once the shock had subsided, Chloe pressed a button on the keypad, and then an automated voice spoke up.

"Manual Activation. Canteen. Lieutenant Wallace," the disembodied female voice announced in compressed, clipped tones.

Glancing down at the screen on Chloe's radio, I could see the red light blinking as the alert notification indicated that Kara had indeed pressed her panic button. We were just around the corner from the canteen, standing in a little-known camera blind spot near the kitchen entrance, enjoying the summer sun filtering through the frosted windows. I don't know who moved first, but I know I didn't even consider not going. I had no love for Kara, but I wasn't about to let Chloe run into an unknown danger without me. Round a few corners, through a swing door, and we could see the whole grisly scene.

Oscar was lying on the ground, a pool of deep red rapidly spreading from under him, with Kara kneeling down beside him, both hands pressed to his chest. Meanwhile, Quinn was midway through restraining another inmate on the ground. I wasn't sure entirely who it was, but it looked like this skinny White kid who'd only been here since March.

"Priority, priority, priority. All BLS staff to the canteen, whoever's in the pod, bring the grab bag," Quinn's voice crackled through the radio as we approached, sharp, yet controlled.

"Negative, stay in the pod, don't let inmates in or out," an unfamiliar voice barked a moment later.

"Blackwood, help with the-" Kara called across to us, but stopped upon seeing me.

"Grab bag, got it!" Chloe supplied, and without waiting for a response, pushed past the rapidly growing crowd of onlookers and towards the security office by the canteen entrance.

I just stood there for a moment, rooted to the spot as the crowd formed behind me, all clamoring for a look.

"Shit, that's Oscar!"

"Crazy White boy fucking killed him mang."

"Pendejo."

All whilst this was going on, Kara had both hands pressed to Oscar's chest. What really surprised me was how quiet he was. Close to a dozen wounds I could make out, and not a peep. He just lay there, looking around. Up at Kara, across at the crowd, down to me. He seemed more interested in what was going on than afraid. But he was afraid. I could see it in his eyes. He knew he was dying.

Instinctively I moved forward to help. How, I wasn't quite sure. I wasn't trained for any of this. I knew the basics, I knew the theory, but short of just... helping put pressure on the wounds, what could I do? Not much, but it was something, and I had to do something. But the moment I stepped forward, Kara pointed across at me, shouting at me to back up.

"Let me help, I can-" I began, but she cut me off, calling out to Chloe as she pushed her way back through the crowd, a team of other COs behind her.

"Blackwood, get him back!" she snapped. "Who's got BLS?"

Nobody replied, yet two COs pushed past me, one carrying a large red backpack, and a moment later, Chloe was almost face to face with me, her hand pushing firmly on my chest.

"Grant, I need you and everyone else back, work with me okay?" she said firmly. "Guys, I need you all to back up okay?" she announced to the gathering crowd a moment later.

Instinctively I backed away, and a moment later she broke off the push and started waving everyone else back.

"Chloe I can help, let-" I began, but she cut me off.

"No you can't Grant, you need to listen to me right now. Step back and let us work," she said firmly. "You have to set an example here and do what I'm telling you," she added quietly.

I nodded awkwardly and backed away. Inevitably, I ended up stuck at the front of the crowd as she noticed a few others trying to wander closer, before moving off to the side to keep them back. James took her place a moment later, as more COs piled in one by one, establishing a rapidly widening perimeter.

I think Oscar was dead within a minute, if I'm being honest, but nobody stopped working. I knew that's how it goes. You never stop working. One grab bag became three, and Kara - who was performing chest compressions at that point - was eventually replaced by an older male CO I'd never seen before, who everyone seemed to defer to. When she stood up, she looked exhausted, holding her hands awkwardly out to the side, trying not to further bloody her uniform.

As much as I disliked her, I couldn't help but respect her. She was sharp, far sharper than most of the other COs, and as much as she was a hardass, she took her job seriously. Despite being visibly exhausted, I could see her rapidly assessing the situation around her, glancing at the perimeter, the loudest inmates in the crowd, across at Chloe for a moment, then another CO dealing with the crowd, and then, inevitably, across at me.

The crowd eventually thinned, but I stayed where I was. I kept getting pushed by someone behind me though, but after I moved aside a bit to let him see, he calmed down. Chloe's section was the quietest, as one would expect, though given most of them were Hispanic, she had to keep reassuring them that they were doing everything they could, and that "AJ" - presumably the older CO who'd taken over from Kara - was the best at what he does.

The crowd had mostly segregated itself, unsurprisingly, so when a whole team of COs in riot gear arrived and started splitting up the crowd by color, they didn't have to do much. They then made quick work of whisking the belligerent young attacker out of the canteen. Once he was gone, they came back and started escorting small groups out one by one, the most disruptive first, then all the gang-affiliated.

Shortly after the gangs had gone, the COs pushed out the perimeter even further, and a team of local paramedics donning bulky stab vests were ushered into the canteen, wheeling a stretcher behind them. They had an aura of quiet confidence about them, and it was engrossing to watch them work. Unfortunately, my observation was cut short as Tyrone and James started rounding up the last of us and directing us towards the exit, where more COs were waiting to pat down everyone who passed through. I exchanged a solemn parting glance with Chloe as she stood there aimlessly, no crowd left to placate.

***

The moment we were released to our blocks, Victor told me there would be a shakedown. I wasn't so sure, but lo and behold, come two in the morning, my cell door was wrenched open and I was searched and made to stand outside the cell with everyone else. We were overdue for one anyhow, but I had to admit, it was frustrating having to tolerate my cell being torn apart, especially given how pointless it felt.

A shakedown directly after a major incident would only catch the stupidest out. Nobody with any sense would be holding after something like that. I shouldn't have doubted Victor though, he'd been here longer than most. He told me something else though. The next few weeks would be some of the quietest weeks we'd see.

Oscar didn't make it. The whole prison knew by lunch the next day, and the word going around was that Luis had taken up the mantle, and was working on consolidating his position. The shakedown claimed a few of his number, and a few of the other gangs lost some low-level guys as well, but it was mostly the unaffiliated who got caught out. That didn't surprise me either. Hiding something became a lot more difficult when you had nobody you could trust.

And just like Victor said, things did get quiet for a while. But quiet did not mean peaceful. People were suspicious, conversations were muted, and laughter was all but gone, and if you did hear it, it just didn't sound the same. An air of distrust had washed over the place, and all of a sudden you had to watch everything you did, everything you said.

Oscar's death had changed things more than I could've ever expected, and certainly not for the better. Whilst there was always an undercurrent of danger to the place, and you had to have your wits about you, you always knew what to expect. People were predictable, readable. I suppose it was a bit like crossing a cattle guard, easy when you can see the bars and put your feet in the right places, but say it was dark and you couldn't see where you were going. Step on it the wrong way and you could go down, hard.

Why did it feel so different from the aftermath of the rec room? Sure, I missed the first two weeks laid up in hospital, but when I was brought back, I felt more at home than ever before. I felt like I had a place. It worried me to even realize that, truth be told. I'd been here so long this place felt like home. I knew where I stood, and where everyone else did too. I didn't stand tall, but I stood taller than many after what I did for Chloe. Nobody told me that explicitly, yet I knew it to be true. But it seemed in the wake of Oscar's killing, the old order had been upended, and everyone knew it, inmate and CO alike. My standing meant little now, and I just didn't feel safe anymore, not the way I used to.

"The admin's not happy. They all knew Oscar was a shot caller, but so long as he kept the place livable, they were happy enough to pretend otherwise," Chloe told me quietly a week or so later, as we absently browsed the library shelves together.

Victor had fallen ill, and so I'd volunteered to maintain the library for a week or so until he was feeling up to it again. He made me swear to keep his system in check, claiming that people just put stuff "wherever they damn well pleased" the last time he wasn't there to sort it himself. I was happy enough to do it. It meant I got a few weeks away from the kitchen after all. I was just hoping they'd reopen the woodshop again soon so I could go back in there.

Supposedly they found a lot of stuff that had been taken from the woodshop, and so the next few months it would be out of action while they renovated. Chloe heard they'd be putting another camera in, getting rid of the blind spot we'd often used to sneak a kiss or two once everyone else had filed out. I worried briefly about the broken library camera, but Chloe assured me they'd replace that when they refurbished the admin block, rather than just fixing the old one. This place was still our safe haven, for now.

Maybe it was that feeling of safety in the library - where we'd made such pleasant memories together - that made her decide it wasn't enough anymore. It was the start of September, maybe three weeks after Oscar was killed, and she'd just taken over from Quinn come lunchtime. She made sure we were alone, locked the door, planted herself down right next to me on the sofa, and said she needed me. Those were the first words out of her mouth.

I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't mean to mock her, but it was the forthrightness of her statement, and the lack of any immediate explanation. It was so very much like her.

"Well good afternoon to you too, how was your vacation by the way?" I replied dryly, trying to contain my amusement.

She was just back from her time off seeing her dad and his family, and I thought we'd be sitting down to talk all about it. I figured she'd be excited to tell me about it.

"No- Grant, I'm serious, I-" she began, but trailed off awkwardly, looking away. "Never mind."

I sighed. "Chloe, you know what'll happen if we're caught, and you know just how many eyes are on us right now," I explained unhappily.

She nodded ever so slightly.

"And then there's Kara and Michael," I continued. "They both think something's going on with us, I mean, Michael told me Kara thought we were fucking, and that was back in June! He wouldn't have said that if he wasn't suspicious himself, y'know?"

She just pursed her lips and nodded again.

"We're under the microscope Chloe. You know that," I whispered, taking her hand in mine and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Quinn asked me if there's anything going on between us as well," she replied after a moment.

I raised an eyebrow. That was news to me. Quinn practically never spoke to me, and if I'm honest, he never seemed all that observant. Competent, sure, but I didn't rate him on the same level as Kara or Michael. If even he thought there was something going on, then we can't have been keeping things under wraps very well.

"What did you tell him?" I asked eventually.

"Oh, I told him you're hung like a horse and you fuck me like a jackhammer," she replied casually.

I was taken aback at first, but as I was about to reply, she cut me off.

"What do you think I fucking told him?" she snapped, annoyed all of a sudden. "I told him no, obviously."

"Alright! Jesus..." I replied, holding my hands up in exasperation. "So, what, he just walked up and asked you if me and you were... y'know."

She pursed her lips. "Uh, no, he actually asked me out, and well, I said I have a boyfriend," she began, sounding a little embarrassed.

I couldn't help but grin at that. "Am I your boyfriend then?" I asked quietly, taking her hand in mine again.

"Well fucking obviously?" she replied, shoving me away with a laugh.

"Nice. Gonna tell everyone you're my girlfriend now," I said smugly.

"You-" she began, but cut herself off, realizing she was allowing me to bait her.

She just looked across at me with a small smile as my hand snaked back to hers.

"So, what did he say?" I asked after a moment.

"Well, he asked who I was seeing, and I just said it was none of his business, and so then, he asked if it was you," she replied with a grimace.

I sucked air in through my teeth. "I mean, was he serious, or just fucking with you?"

She sighed unhappily. "I mean, he was just fucking with me, but it's like... I don't know, you know?"

"Yeah, but that joke, that's not something he came up with on his own," I said quietly, even as I started caressing the back of her hand.

"I know," she mumbled.

"People will already be talking," I continued quietly. "Right now it's just a nasty rumor, like Samantha- well... or like Kara and the assistant warden, but we need to be careful, cause y'know, this one's actually true."

She snorted. "Yeah."

"We gotta wait," I said softly, still gently rubbing my thumb across the back of her hand.

She slipped her hand around mine and held it tight, even as she failed to meet my eyes.

"How long do we have to wait?" she whispered, the pain and longing in her voice evident.

"I don't know," I replied truthfully, leaning into her, putting my head against hers. "Janice says my motion is gonna be heard in March, but I don't know, it could be longer than that."

She didn't say anything for the longest time, instead just holding her head against mine. When she did finally move her head back and speak, I was expecting something different.

"I saw a deer this morning."

I wasn't quite sure what the right answer to that was, or if it even had one, so I just nodded awkwardly.

"On the road. I- I saw a deer on the road this morning," she mumbled a moment later, looking down at our hands.

"Oh."

I was picturing it already, a majestic whitetail, shattered and mangled by some unfeeling metal beast it couldn't possibly have the forethought or instinct to avoid. She didn't say that it was dead, but I immediately pictured it that way. I'm not sure why.

"It was just a small one, you know? Not like, a baby, but it wasn't a big one," she continued softly. "It didn't have the horns, or anything like that."

"A doe?" I suggested quietly.

She just sniffed, and nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry. That's always a sad sight," I said quietly, not really sure what else to say.

"No, it was alive," she replied. "It was just standing at the side of the road, then it started crossing, and I had to just slam on the brakes, and it just... looked at me, and didn't move," she continued, her voice taking on an odd quality all of a sudden.

"Yeah, they... they don't move usually, something to do with the headlights," I mumbled.

"And I stopped," she said with a choked little laugh, looking back up at me, with the first hint of tears in her eyes. "Just in time, I stopped, and it just... looked at me through the window."

I wasn't sure where exactly she was going now, but I knew this mattered to her, and I had to hear her out. She was looking at me in a way I didn't quite recognize, almost as if she wasn't looking at me as I was, but as if she was looking at who I would be, if that makes any sense. It was odd, eerie, almost, but it was intimate. It was for me alone.

"I don't want to wait," she got out softly, eyes betraying her desperation. "I know- I know it's... risky, and I know people are talking, but I don't want to... wait until March and... I just- I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you, and I don't know if this is... love, or just... my fucked up head after everything that happened, or-" she cut herself off with a shaky sigh and put her head down, letting go of my hands and looking away awkwardly.

I took a moment to think. She'd made it clear she understood the risks, and that she was willing to take those risks to be with me. That wasn't just lust, or familiarity, it was something deeper. I knew Chloe was trying to tell me something with the story about the deer, but when I tried to draw parallels, to understand what she meant by it, they fell apart at the first hurdle. Maybe I was just overthinking it. Maybe it was just that life can be short, and that it can be over before you know it, so why wait when the future is uncertain?

I couldn't argue with that. Watching Oscar die had brought the uncertainties of life into stark contrast. Maybe if Chloe and I avoided making love again, we could keep things under wraps until I was free, whenever that may be. Or maybe not. Maybe Kara and Michael, and apparently now Quinn too, would figure out what's what and work to separate us, no matter how careful we were. I don't know. But I know who Chloe is, and I know who I am. She's mine, and I'm hers. That was certain.

I hesitantly reached out and took her hands in mine once more.

"Okay," I said eventually.

She looked back up at me, the confusion on her face evident. "What?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay," I repeated. "Let's... let's not wait," I got out, smiling warmly across at my lover.

"You mean it?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.

I just nodded.

Her lips crashed against mine without delay, and while at first, I tried to pull her away, laughing slightly, soon enough, her passion had infected me. Within moments our tongues were at war, even as we tried to pull each other closer. As she straddled me awkwardly and embraced me without restraint, pushing me against the armrest, her belt and vest pressed up awkwardly against me. A familiar roadblock we'd soon clear away, no doubt.

It was perhaps the most sudden escalation of passions we'd engaged in, certainly rivalling that wondrous afternoon back in April. And I could feel it acting on me. Her urgency and spontaneity - coupled with her sudden assault on all my senses - had me quickly worked into a state of pure desire. And so as we kissed, long, hard, and fierce, and I felt her breath hot and heavy on my cheek, my hands drifted possessively across every familiar curve I could find, inevitably finding their way under her vest to her waist.

Her own hands had been pressed to my shoulders, but as she tried in vain to pull herself closer to me, her hands inevitably found their way down to my crotch, where she could feel the tent I was pitching for her. She broke off the kiss a moment later and locked eyes with me, sporting a look of absolute want. I wanted her then and there, and to see my own hunger mirrored on her face only spurred me on. I abruptly pushed her back and started working on her vest zip, but it didn't want to go.

She gasped with delight as I pushed her onto her back and kneeled between her legs, wrapping her hands around my back, where they settled on my shoulders. The vest had momentarily bested me, so I was about to start working on her duty belt instead, but the noise of a distant door closing cut through the haze of lust. As I laid over top of her, staring through the shelves at where the door would be, an unintelligible conversation started up somewhere outside. It was muddied by the door and the shelves, but it sounded like inmates, I could tell from the speech pattern. I looked down at Chloe to see her craning her neck back, looking off in the same direction.

She looked back at me a moment later, pursing her lips awkwardly. A moment later, her eyes flicked to somewhere off behind me. I looked back and immediately saw what she was looking at. The library cupboard. A dimly-lit squeeze full of boxes, stacks of printer paper and other associated obstacles. Looking back at her though, I could see her biting her lip, giving me that same hungry look. I raised an eyebrow, as if to ask if she was serious, and she just broke into a mischievous grin, wrapping her arms around me fully.

I needed no more encouragement than that, and so as I brought my hands down and grabbed a firm hold of her ass, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. She didn't weigh a great deal, but lifting her up was a little awkward and strenuous. I'd never have managed it this time last year, but a year or so of steady training since my cell beatdown had earned me an adequate level of fitness to hold her up. I stumbled a bit at first as I adjusted my grip, wrapping my arms around her legs, rather than trying to hold her by her ass.

It's difficult to describe just how intimate it felt to carry her like that. She could drop down any time she wanted, but she clung to me like nothing else, pressing her face against my neck as she held me as close as she could. I walked us over to the cupboard door and backed up into it. It was unlocked, as it usually was when a CO was stationed there, and we pushed through.

"Ow!" Chloe exclaimed, quickly getting to her feet in the doorway and rubbing her knees awkwardly.

"What's wrong?" I asked, leaning haphazardly against the printer by the door.

"My knees, you dick," she retorted sharply. "You knocked my knees into the door," she added after a moment, looking a little embarrassed at her outburst.

I had, in my enthusiasm, backed up quite firmly into the door, not quite considering that Chloe's legs were wrapped around my waist, and as such, took the brunt of the impact.

"Sorry," I replied, cringing slightly.

Her grimace was already fading though, and a flustered smile was starting to come back. She shifted aside a moment later to allow the door to swing shut.

"It's okay," she said quietly, reaching behind her and deftly twisting the lock.

I'm not sure what I expected from there, but once she'd locked the door, she just leaned against it, hands behind her back, looking at me, biting her lip ever so slightly. She didn't say anything, and so it took me a moment of us just looking at each other in silence for me to realize what she wanted. She wanted me to be spontaneous, like before when I picked her up. She wanted me to take charge, and show her that I didn't need to be led, only let off the leash. And she wanted us not to wait, and for me to show her just how much I wanted her.

With those three directives understood, I had a sudden, selfish, and lurid image in my head, one that I knew I wanted. And so, without really thinking, I raised a hand slightly and beckoned her towards me with a single finger. She raised an eyebrow in mild surprise, but after a second or two, she sauntered over to me and stood not even half a foot away, looking up at me expectantly.

Our lips locked together without a word as we exchanged a slow, passionate kiss. She loosely held my back as I dominated her tongue with mine. I brought my hands to her waist, finding the sweet spot between her belt and her vest. This was wonderful, and as always, kissing her stirred my heart like nothing else, but it wasn't quite what I'd pictured. I broke off the kiss after a few moments and looked down at her with a sly smile.

"You know the key to my heart, right?" I asked softly.

She looked a little surprised at first, but then her face broke out into a wide grin.

"I think I remember," she whispered huskily, dropping to her knees.

I really wasn't expecting the look of excitement. I expected the little smirk, the grin, and the unwavering eye contact, but not the genuine excitement on her face as she got to her knees. I couldn't help but laugh a little bit, even as she brought her hands down to my waistline and started undoing my pants, button by button.

"You're laughing now, but you're gonna enjoy this, I guarantee you," she promised, even as she undid the last button and yanked my khakis down, pulling my undershirt free.

She didn't waste any time. Shifting her gaze down to my proud tent, she unceremoniously stuffed her hand into my briefs and fished out my cock, hardening by the second. The anticipation had my heart just about beating out of my chest, and I couldn't help but twitch involuntarily and let out a slight gasp as her hand wrapped firmly around me. She grinned and looked up at me for a moment as she started slowly stroking, gripping me far tighter than I'd expected her to.

"Tell me what you want," she said softly, giving me a devilish smile.

"Oh, Chloe, don't tease me," I got out as she continued her slow, tight stroking.

"You gotta tell me what you want me to do," she repeated, still grinning up at me. "Or I ain't gonna do it," she added, brushing her cheek against my cock, now painfully rock-hard, despite her tight grip.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck... you serious?" I got out after a moment, unable to tear my eyes away as she dragged my cock across her face, letting the tip brush against every perfect crease and crevice, drawing all kinds of sensations out of me.

"You're gonna tell me what to do," she said teasingly, my straining cock held lovingly against her cheek.

"Oh... fucking, suck my dick Chloe, for God's sake, please," I got out, as she continued rubbing me softly against her.

"Okay baby," she whispered.

Keeping eye contact with me the whole time, she lined up my cock on her puckered lips, and let my solid manhood simply spear them apart. It had been nearly a year since she'd last taken me into her mouth, and the feeling was nothing short of euphoric. Hot, wet, and tight, her lips sealed around me, she dropped her hands to my legs, and almost immediately, I was in heaven, and couldn't help but let out a deep sigh as she took me right to the base.

The relief as I felt her tongue lap around my shaft was indescribable, and the little hum she made with the back of her throat gently tickled the head of my cock, drawing more involuntary gasps and moans out of me. The sensations themselves, as amazing as they were, weren't what did it for me though. It was her deep brown eyes locked right on mine, even as she started slowly settling into a rhythm.

I pulled my briefs further down, giving her unfettered access to my proud manhood. From there, my hands settled on the back of her head, gently helping her along. She went from taking me so deep that her nose brushed against my pelvis, where I could feel the back of her throat pressed up against me, to pulling nearly all the way out, until just the very tip remained between her perfect lips, where her tongue teased it mercilessly. She was spectacular, far better than I remembered her being back in December. Not a hint of teeth anywhere, even as she accentuated her movements, alternating her depth, speed and angle, yet not for a second letting the blissful suction stop.

"I'm glad- we're not waiting," I got out through a gasp.

She took me slow and deep for a few moments, before just humming an "mhmm" of agreement.

"You're amazing. I love you so much," I added as she diligently continued her work, my voice cracking slightly as I tried to keep myself present.

She snorted slightly, rolling her eyes a little, before returning to her vigorous sucking.

"No I do. I fucking love you, you know I do," I got out.

She slipped my cock out a moment later and brought a hand up to grab the base. She just looked up at me with the most excited grin I'd ever seen.

"You're mine, nobody else's," she said, her voice slightly raw. "You remember that when you remember this," she added softly.

From there she parted her lips, slowly licking up the underside of my cock from base to tip, and slipped me back inside.

"I don't want anyone else," I replied softly, gently caressing the back of her head as she gave me a few performative, languid sucks. "I'll never want anyone else."

She slipped me back out with a slight gasp.

"I know. Why do you think that is?" she replied softly, gently stroking me next to her face.

"Cause you're a freak," I joked.

She just grinned mischievously up at me, baring her teeth, before mimicking a hearty chomp next to my captive cock.

"Okay I'm sorry," I got out quickly.

She must've seen the sudden flash of panic in my face, because she just grinned again, before quickly taking me back into her mouth and started sucking faster than before, both hands wrapped around my cock, stroking me rapidly as she kept up the breakneck pace.

I did not last long. She seemed to know exactly how to draw a climax out of me. The unyielding pace of her stroking and sucking, combined with near-unbroken eye contact, served only to drive me to the edge faster than ever before. I had to let my hands drop and grab hold of the edge of the printer, lest I grab at her hair without meaning to, but that didn't seem to deter her.

"Chloe stop I'm gonna- oh shit," I got out, craning my head back and looking up at the ceiling as I neared the edge, terrified of an uncontrolled finish in her mouth.

She didn't stop though, and looking back down I could see her just locking eyes with me as she kept up the pace. She couldn't grin up at me or say anything, but her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She was all in. How could I not love her? I brought a hand back down to her head and helped her along as I felt the cascade approaching.

Hands stroking, head bobbing, she drove me over the edge in moments, drawing a deep, involuntary moan out of me that I had to consciously quiet down. She kept going though, even as I grabbed at her hair without thinking, and pumped load after load into her mouth. And then I felt her swallow, not once but twice, as she stroked and sucked the most explosive orgasm of my life out of me.

"Oh my God, Chloe-" I began after a moment, my voice cracking slightly.

When she finally slipped me out and looked up at me with a satisfied grin, I was flaccid. Never in my life would I have believed that I'd one day be looking down at the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on, the woman I love, and that she'd just sucked me dry with such enthusiasm. It never once entered my mind as anything inside the realm of possibility. And yet here we were.

"Holy shit- you didn't have to..." I began, but trailed off, struggling to get my bearings back.

She just kept grinning. "Better than last time, yeah?"

"I love you so much," I got out eventually, still unable to think clearly.

She just laughed, stumbling to her feet a moment later. From there, she just wrapped her arms around me and fell into my embrace. She put her cheek against my chest and seemed content to just be with me as I rested my head on top of hers, holding her close. As my senses started returning, I was having trouble even comprehending what just happened. She'd just sucked me to completion, and swallowed my load, and she looked quite pleased with herself, truth be told.

Looking down at her for a moment, I watched as she brought a hand up to her mouth and awkwardly wiped the inside of her lip. I couldn't help but laugh a little, causing her to look up at me. She just gave me that same proud little smile, the one that said she knew exactly how good she was. I just grinned back down at her, bringing a hand up to her face and giving her cheek a gentle caress.

"I told you you'd enjoy that," she replied, still looking quite smug.

"How are you so fucking good at that?" I asked, without really thinking.

She laughed and looked away, her cheeks going red for a moment. "I uh- practice..." she got out a moment later.

Practice? Practice how? Practice with whom? Those questions ran through my brain before I could even think, but she seemed to realise quite quickly that her answer was open for misinterpretation.

"With a toy," she clarified quickly, looking back up at me. "I uh, I practiced, with a, um, a toy. A dildo... obviously."

"You practiced oral, on a dildo, for me?" I asked, unable to hide the grin rapidly spreading across my face.

"Yeah," she got out, pursing her lips and looking away a moment later.

I didn't reply. I couldn't quite get around that fact. Chloe cared so much about pleasing me, she went out of her way to practice dicksucking techniques on a dildo.

"It had... a pump, as well," she added eventually, looking up at me with a hesitant grin.

"It- it had- what do you mean, it had a pump?" I asked, not really sure what she meant, though my imagination was working overtime to come up with vivid and lurid possibilities.

She let out a little laugh and looked away, before looking back at me with a small smile.

"I mean, it had a little tube going through the... you know, and it would like- help me get used to the... swallowing," she explained, pursing her lips.

I could see it already in my mind's eye. Chloe, sucking on some see-through dildo with a tube hooked up to the base, feeding her God knows what.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Holy shit, you are a freak," I said jokingly.

The flurry of slaps were foreseeable, and immediate.

"You- take- that- back!"

"I take it back, I don't mean it!" I got out through my laughter, trying my best to block her attacks.

She stopped her assault, but was still looking up at me, fists clenched, nostrils flared with anger.

"Chloe, I love you so goddamn much," I added a moment later.

Her annoyance faded fast, and the smile slowly re-emerged.

"You're too good to me," I said quietly, pulling her close to me and resting my head atop hers once more.

"I am too good to you," she mumbled, slowly melting into my embrace again.

"Actually can't believe you bought that thing though," I said after a few moments.

She just snorted. "Yeah, if someone had told me I'd be buying that shit two years ago I'd have laughed at them."

"You just get it recently then?" I asked, curious now.

How long had she been waiting for this? That excitement on her face wasn't fake. She was eager to show me what she'd been practicing, and evidently she was happy with the result of that practice.

"Uh, I got it in... April, I think, no, May," she admitted. "After we got back together," she added, looking up at me with a smile.

"You're not gonna tell me how much you spent, are you?" I asked dryly, locking eyes with her.

She grinned and just shook her head.

"I can't believe you spent money on that, just to..." I began, but stopped.

I didn't want to degrade what she'd done. She felt strongly enough about me to willingly and enthusiastically give me head, practice the act, spend money on a training toy so she could get better at it, and even swallow my load when it was done. That wasn't a 'just to', that was something she did for me, to make me feel good. And it worked. I felt good, I felt desirable. I felt wanted, and loved, in a way only a woman can make a man feel.

"That was awesome. You're awesome," I said eventually.

She looked up at me with that same smile, the one that meant she couldn't quite hide the pride on her face, but there was something else there too, a look I knew too well by now.

"My turn to make you feel good," I whispered, dropping a hand down to her beltline.

It took me only a moment to unclip her duty belt. I'd seen her do it so many times now that I didn't even need to look down. Pulling it away from her velcro inner belt and dropping it behind her, I let my hands rest on her waist.

"How are you gonna outdo that though?" she replied cheekily, wrapping her arms around me and looking up at me with a grin.

I laughed. "Not sure if I can."

"I'll give you a hint. You can't," she purred.

I brought a hand round to the front of her beltline and deftly unzipped her cargos. "You wanna bet?"

She just grinned wider, curling her lip in slightly. "What do I win?"

"Mystery prize," I replied immediately, giving her a sly grin. "So what do I get if I win?"

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes slightly, as if trying to figure out a good prize.

"You get a blowjob like that, whenever you like, all you gotta do is ask."

I had to admit, my heart jumped a little when she said that, but the joker in me knew not to let her see it.

"Any time I ask?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

She just nodded ever so slightly.

"But then it stops being special."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "You saying my blowjobs aren't special?" she demanded quietly, a hint of warning working its way into her voice.

I laughed, bringing a hand up to the back of her head and playing absently with her hair.

"Everything you do is special to me," I whispered, pulling her close to me and resting my head on hers.

We stood like that for a few moments, and I was content in the quiet, intimate afterglow, but apparently Chloe was looking for something a bit different.

"That's gay," she mumbled into my chest eventually.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing, and she pulled back to look at me, trying to stifle a giggle.

"What do you mean, 'that's gay'?" I got out a moment later.

"I mean that's just... it's not gay, I mean like, it's so sappy," she replied, unable to hide her embarrassed grin.

"It's not!" I argued, still trying to stop myself from laughing.

"No, it's not, it's... it's sweet," she said eventually, looking up at me with a small smile. "You're sweet."

"I'd have thought I was a bit salty, but only you know how I taste, so I mean-" I began, but was cut off by the predictable attack that followed.

"I swear- to- God- you-" she began, as slaps rained down on me from all sides, even as I started laughing again.

I couldn't help it, the joke was too obvious, and I never tired of winding her up, but she was getting a few good hits in, despite my arms shielding my head from most of her blows. I let her go for a while longer, before deciding to defuse. I awkwardly grabbed her forearms as she kept up the attack, drawing a little yelp of protest out of her, before quickly walking back with her towards the door and pinning her arms up high against it.

Almost immediately, the fire in her eyes settled, and a different kind of fire took its place. She looked up at her wrists, pinned to the door above her head, before looking back at me, biting her lip ever so slightly, her face just inches from mine. Until that point, I hadn't quite realized that I was back at full mast, but as I shifted closer to her, a mischievous grin breaking out on my face, I felt myself brushing against her cargos.

We both looked down at the same moment, but when I looked back at her a moment later, she was already looking back at me, eyes full of desire. Instinctively I leaned in and put my cheek against hers, even as I kept her arms pinned high.

"Guess what I'm wearing?" she whispered in my ear softly.

"Too much." I growled in reply, moving her wrists together and pinning them with one hand.

She let out a little gasp of laughter as my free hand travelled down to her crotch, quickly undoing her belt and the top button of her cargos. As I suspected, she was wearing that familiar pink set underneath. I was too lustful to slow down and appreciate it though, as within moments, I'd pulled the hem of her polo shirt loose and slipped my free hand into her sodden panties. The heat coming off her was unreal, and I faced no resistance whatsoever as I forwent any reintroductions and slipped two fingers inside her.

"Oh-" she began sharply, but stopped herself as I started pumping my fingers rapidly in and out of her, only stopping for a moment to unceremoniously yank her pants down.

I didn't check in. I didn't need to. I could see how much she was enjoying this. She spread her knees apart and arched herself towards me, even as I kept her arms pinned high above her head. I kept up the rapid pace, relishing in the series of grunts, gasps and moans she let out right by my ear.

I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to spin her around, bend her over, and watch as my length disappeared inside her. I wanted her to feel me inside her, and feel like a woman whilst I felt like a man. I wanted to dominate her, and I wanted her to submit to me, not out of fear, but out of love, and devotion. I wanted to show her that I would always be hers, and that she was forever mine.

But I wanted to impress her. I wanted to show her that with nothing more than two fingers, I could bring her to the edge of heaven, and that she wasn't the only one who could give pleasure without needing to get it back. And while my hand was starting to cramp a little, I didn't let up. I knew I could do it, and judging from her reactions, it was just a matter of time. But she had other plans it seemed.

"Oh my God, fuck me!" she got out desperately, just a little bit too loud for my liking.

"You want me to fuck you?" I whispered in her ear, pausing my frenzied fingering.

She was breathing too heavily to get the words out, but after a moment, she just nodded slightly. That was all I needed. Slipping my fingers out of her, I pulled back to look her in the eyes again. I saw the same need and desire in her eyes that I knew she could see in mine. We were doing this, right here, right now.

Releasing my grip on her wrists, I quickly grabbed her by the hips, and half-walked, half-carried her over to the printer. She turned around and bent over it instinctively, reaching back to pull her ass cheeks apart and give me an unobstructed view of her perfect pussy. Lining up and taking a firm hold of her waist, I filled her in seconds, drawing a satisfied sigh out of her as I speared her open. I filled her totally, and grunted in relief as we basked in the sudden, overwhelming intimacy that we'd been missing for months.

Once I was inside her, it seemed like the urgency just melted away, and as I refamiliarized myself with the wondrous feeling of her being around me, I saw her craning her neck around to look at me. She was struggling to get around the bulkiness of her stab vest, and despite the sensible little voice in my head telling me she might need to keep it on, in case we had to redress suddenly, I knew it had to go.

I wrapped my arms around her chest, pulled her as upright as we could manage without decoupling, and soon found the zipper of her vest, unceremoniously yanking it down, popping the snaps off as I went. From there, she bent forward again and reached her arms back to help me pull it off her.

"Prop it up," she got out, once I had it off her.

"What?"

"You gotta- you gotta make sure the radio is- it's got a-" she began again, looking back at me, even as I kept her pinned against the printer, filling her totally.

"Like a man down alarm?" I suggested, still holding the vest awkwardly.

She nodded. "Mhmm."

Once the vest had been carefully set aside, I leaned over her, wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me as I started slowly thrusting.

Being able to feel her curves as I fucked her, slow and deep, was incredible, and I let out a soft moan as she brought her legs together, making her tight, wet cunt just that bit tighter. I repaid her by leaning forward and giving her a slight nibble on the ear, drawing a breathy gasp out of her, followed by a slight chuckle. She brought an arm behind her and started awkwardly caressing the back of my neck.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear after a while of this.

She didn't reply, just letting out a drawn-out sigh as I found her pleasure spot for just a moment.

"Don't make a liar out of me," she mumbled after a minute or two, shifting slightly beneath me.

I let out a strained laugh, even as I kept slowly thrusting. "What'd'you mean?"

"I told Quinn- you fuck me like a jackhammer- remember?" she replied through heavy, ragged breaths.

I laughed again, stood up straight, and started speeding up a little, letting my hips slap against the generous cushioning of her ass with every thrust.

"You didn't- you didn't actually though, right?" I got out with a laugh, keeping up the modest pace.

She just looked back at me with a grin but didn't reply, instead squeezing her legs together for a moment.

"Chloe- you-" I began awkwardly, but she cut me off.

"Shut up," she got out, reaching back and brushing her hand against my hips, even as I kept thrusting. "Fuck me like you own me," she whispered a moment later without turning around, barely audible over the rhythmic slapping of ass against thighs.

I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, slowing down a bit. I'd always worried about pushing her beyond her limits, but as much as I loathed to admit it, there was always that lingering, animal desire to dominate her, to show her that while she was the boss out there, I was the boss in here. I'd gotten a taste for that before, calling her over to me with just a simple gesture, and again when I pinned her to the door. And I wanted more.

"I'm your toy, remember," she whispered, craning her neck around to look at me.

I let out another awkward laugh, even as I twitched in excitement. She just grinned back at me. She felt it. I wanted to let go, to dominate her, and fuck her like it was our last night alive, but I had my reservations. She wanted it too, but why? I think I knew, but I wasn't convinced it was the best idea. She must've seen my hesitation.

"Don't worry baby, I'm tough. You're not gonna break me."

I looked her in the eyes, and I could see the trust, but also the need. She wanted me to take control. She needed it to be me, because she knew that I would never hurt her.

"Just say the word, and I'll stop," I replied softly.

"Don't stop," she got out immediately, facing forward again, and bringing an arm behind her back.

Taking her hand in mine, I gave it a soft caress, before standing upright, gently placing it on the small of her back, and pinning it in place. She let out a sharp inhale, but didn't say anything. A moment later, her other arm came up and she placed it in the exact same place.

It felt weird at first, but I had to trust her. She was still wet, and I encountered practically no resistance to speak of as I roughly fucked my soulmate, pinning her hands to her back. What had me a little concerned though, was that she wasn't really engaging much, instead opting to just lay pinned against the printer as I took her. She also wasn't making much noise. Whereas normally, she would let out little moans and gasps that were like music to my ears, this time, all that was left was our combined heavy breathing, and the rapid slapping and shunting noises as I thrust her into the printer repeatedly.

"Chloe, mind if we change it up a bit?" I mumbled eventually, slowing to a crawl.

"You can be a little rough, I don't mind," she said after a moment, awkwardly glancing back at me with what I'm sure she thought was a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, I- I dunno," I mumbled.

She let out a sigh and twisted around to look at me. Instinctively I let go of her wrists.

"Is it making you uncomfortable?" she asked eventually.

I didn't reply. She wasn't wrong though, I was uncomfortable. I was still in the mindset of trying to give her what she wanted, and in doing so, I was terrified of getting too creative. While I trusted her to know what she wanted, I didn't want to be rough with her, I wanted to make love to her. And I knew that above all else, she wanted to be loved, and she wanted to be loved fiercely. Without saying a word, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a sudden bear hug, before lifting her up off the ground, filling her entirely.

"Oh- Grant what're you-" she began, sounding slightly alarmed, but she didn't have the chance to finish, as I started carrying her awkwardly over to the door.

One hand between her shoulder blades, another wrapped around her waist, I put her against the door, drawing a grunt of exertion from her as I pulled her ass out towards me, making sure she took every inch.

"Grant, you don't need-" she began again, but I cut her off with a sudden slap to her ass, drawing a surprised yelp out of her.

She craned her head back a moment later to look at me, and I could see the complex mix of emotions on her face. I didn't let it stop me though, instead choosing that moment to take a firm hold of her waist and start thrusting again, drawing a sudden gasp out of her as she brought her arms up, putting one hand between her face and the door. Any other time, I might've stopped to check whether she was comfortable or not, but I knew she'd tell me. She gave me permission to be a little rough, and I knew she wouldn't have if she didn't want me to at least try. If she changed her mind, then she would tell me that too. I had to trust her.

She brought one arm back, flailing awkwardly, and so my hand on her back quickly found it. Taking her wrist with ease, I directed her errant hand back to her ass, where immediately she started absently brushing against me with every thrust. Taking hold again, I just held her hand in mine, locking our fingers together. Her hands felt so delicate in mine, and as I kept slamming into her without reprieve, I felt for a moment like perhaps I was going too far, that is, until I felt her squeeze my hand.

"Don't stop," she got out, her voice hoarse.

Evidently not. I wrapped my free arm around her waist and pulled her off the door, before entwining our arms around her upper chest and pulling her close, lifting her up off the ground again.

"Who do you belong to?" I whispered in her ear, struggling slightly to keep her airborne as her pussy twitched around me.

"You, baby," she replied immediately, her voice strained, indicating just how close she was.

"Prove it."

I put her down a moment later, slipping out of her and letting go of her hand. She stumbled slightly, before turning to look at me, confused. I leaned back against the printer and glanced at the ground next to me. It took her a moment, but then she stumbled over, dropping to her knees in front of me, and took my stiff, well-lubed cock in her hands.

"No," I said quietly, stopping her right as she was about to take me into her mouth.

She looked up at me, mouth slightly open, both hands wrapped around my cock, ready, just waiting for direction. I took just a moment to commit to memory the sight of my beautiful lover looking at me like that.

"Bend over," I added softly, grinning down at her.

She didn't exactly look disappointed about the prospect of sucking me off again, but when I stopped her and asserted my will, her own grin immediately outshone my own. She'd have done it, for me, but she was on the edge, and she wanted to be fucked.

I watched as she shuffled back, before turning around and getting on her hands and knees, sticking out her behind and presenting me with what had to be the eighth wonder of the world. Her perfect pussy peeked out, slightly puffy and already glistening with precum and desire.

I stood up behind her and looked down at my lover, still and waiting for me, perfectly obedient, and entirely mine. She looked up at me, eyes overflowing with desire, anticipation, submission. I felt myself twitching involuntarily, just looking down at her. The way she waited for me, trusting me without exception. I got to my knees behind her and as she watched, biting her lip intensely, lined up and slipped back inside.

"Oh..." she got out breathlessly.

She felt like heaven. With her knees locked together and her back arched ever so slightly, she was intensely tight, and I couldn't help but let out a long, low moan as I slowly pushed into her, filling her totally. I could hear Chloe trying to hold back a little moan of her own, but it came out instead as a soft sigh of relief.

"You're still- a liar," I got out, as I quickly built up a comfortable rhythm.

She craned her head back to look at me with confusion, even as I shunted her back and forth with every thrust.

"You told him- I'm hung like- a horse too- right?" I mumbled, looking down at her ass jiggling as I pulled her back and forth along my length.

"You might as well be," she replied with a laugh, bending down and resting on her elbows.

"Hands and knees," I said sharply, speeding up my pace.

She let out a little gasp, looking back at me with an amused grin, but she did what I said.

"You- feel like- you are," she purred after a few moments.

"Oh and- you'd know, would you?" I mumbled.

She let out a little laugh, gasping as I brought a hand round to her breasts, squeezing and kneading possessively.

"I've- I've got a-" she breathlessly tried to get out, but I cut her off.

"Yeah, you've got- a toy for that- don't you?" I growled.

She just nodded fervently.

"Mhmm. Face down, ass up," I said sharply, bringing my free hand to her shoulder blades and guiding her to the floor.

She laid her head down on her arms in front of her, turning to the side so she could look at me as I fucked her into submission. I got to one knee and leaned over her, slowing for a moment, watching her with relish as I slowly filled her up, before pulling almost all the way out, and then watching the needy look on her face melt away in real time as I slowly pushed back in again.

"No more toys," I said firmly, before grabbing a hold of her waist and quickening the pace again. "I'm your only toy now."

Her mouth fell open in a kind of half-gasp, half-grin, and after a moment, she just nodded slightly, looking up at me with desperate eyes.

"I'll bet you- jack off- thinking about me- all the time," she got out a moment later.

"You're mine, so yeah, damn right I do," I replied, pausing for a moment and locking eyes with her, as if daring her to judge me.

She laughed, and gasped slightly as I started moving again. She was incredible, and I couldn't help but cop a squeeze of her wonderful ass as I built up a comfortable pace again. Her skin was so soft, and her ass jiggled just the right amount every time my thighs slapped against her.

I wasn't looking at her face. Instead I was looking down at the incredible sight of her pussy, watching in quiet awe as it stretched to accommodate the repeated invasion of my glistening shaft. Feeling her warmth around me was unlike anything else, and watching my cock slide effortlessly in and out of her was strangely hypnotic.

This would've been pure fantasy for me about a year ago. Utter, lurid, wonderful fantasy. And now it was reality. It was probably also still fantasy for a good number of the other inmates though. I knew they talked about her. It stopped for a while after the rec room, naturally, but it started back up eventually. People saying what they wouldn't give for a night with her, what they'd do to her, what she'd do to them, speculating on what she was like. I hated it.

I'd always hated it, but since April, when we reunited, I hated it so much more. As far as I was concerned, they had no right to talk about her that way. They shouldn't even be thinking about her, because she wasn't theirs, she was mine, and mine alone.

"Half the prison probably jacks off to you," I added after a moment, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice.

I looked up to see her looking back at me, trying to hide her grin, but raising an eyebrow, as if to ask if it really upset me that much. Well it did, and I didn't want to admit that it did. I focused back on her pussy and sped up, trying to fuck the bad feelings away.

"They can jack off- all they like," she whispered. "But only you- get to fuck me."

I looked back up and saw her looking back at me, her face flushed, eyes filled with lust. It was everything I loved to see, but it wasn't enough.

"I don't get to do it very often," I grumbled.

"When you get out- we're gonna fuck- like, every fucking day," she replied, her voice heavy and lustful.

"Hell yeah," I mumbled, slipping my hands under her polo shirt and giving her breasts a generous squeeze.

I could feel myself getting close, twitching with anticipation as I fucked my frustrations away, listening to my lover gasp and moan softly beneath me. But she was close too. I could see her clawing absently at the carpet, arching her back, and a myriad of other little tells of hers that gave the game away. The most telling sign was the little twitches her pussy did when she was right on the edge. And she was right on the edge.

"And until then- we're gonna fuck- every chance we get-" she continued breathlessly, rocking her hips back into me as I grabbed hold of her ass again. "And you're gonna- fucking..."

She let out a sudden, sharp cry, her legs started shaking, and she seemed to just clench around me, pulling me into her as far as I could manage, begging me to fill her up.

"Oh- fuck- Grant-" she squeaked out.

I tried to pick up the pace, the monkey brain in me thinking only of one thing, but her clenching threw off my rhythm, and inevitably, I slipped out.

"Oh- what-" I mumbled, trying desperately to slip back inside her.

"Grant..." Chloe got out softly, sounding genuinely heartbroken.

"I didn't mean to-" I began, trying to push back in, but she was too tight all of a sudden, and I ended up just slipping past and poking her ass.

"Wait-" she got out quickly, evidently quite alarmed at the prospect of me ending up in the wrong hole.

Looking down at her, face pressed against the dirty carpet, fingers clawing at it absently, I felt a pang of guilt. Here she was, giving me something she'd never given another man, and if I had my way, never would. And I had her put her face against the floor.

"On the printer," I mumbled, stumbling to my feet.

She didn't move though, instead just lying there exhausted, face down, ass up, her quivering cunt visibly twitching with ecstasy, waiting for me to slide back in. I bent down and wrapped my arms around her waist, awkwardly dragging her to her feet, before unceremoniously bending her over the printer again.

"Are you- still- not- fucking done?" she exclaimed breathlessly.

I didn't reply.

A slight hiss escaped her as I lined back up and forced myself back in. She was so tight it actually hurt a little, and I could feel her rapidly twitching around me as I filled her back up. The soft, breathy little moan she let out once I was fully sheathed though, that told me everything was alright. I could feel myself right on the edge, and so I started slowly thrusting again, desperate to fill her up, and lay indisputable claim to what she assured me was mine, and mine alone.

But her pussy seemed determined to hold me there, pulling me in, then letting go, squeezing and stroking repeatedly. I was a little hesitant to push past, but then again, she did say I wasn't going to break her. Taking a firm hold of her waist, I began thrusting rapidly, dragging her tight, slick pussy lips back and forth along my length, even as I could hear myself moaning in bliss as I rapidly approached my climax.

"Cum in me baby," Chloe got out in a ragged whisper, gasping and grunting with every thrust.

Everything about her was just so perfect in that moment. The way she felt around me, tight, wet, and unbelievably warm. Her skin on mine, and how she seemed to just melt into me no matter what. The way she hungered for me, just how I hungered for her, and that little sigh of satisfaction that escaped her when I filled her up. She trusted me fully, without exception, and she wanted me.

And I wanted her. I wanted her now and always. I wanted everything.

"God, I'm gonna fucking put a baby in you," I growled without thinking, as I felt myself reaching the cliff.

"Do it," came the almost inaudible reply, a few seconds later.

That was enough. Gripping her waist tight, I pulled her into my last few frenzied thrusts, before finally letting loose, pinning her legs against the printer as I flooded her insides with my seed. She let out a little gasp, and when I tore my gaze away from her perfect ass and looked back up at her, I saw her looking back at me with a familiar grin.

"You always- look so fucking- proud of yourself," I got out, leaning heavily on the printer as I tried to get my breath back.

"It's cause- you keep getting better," she replied with a laugh, shifting about slightly to look at me properly.

I grinned and leaned over her, bringing my arms around her chest. I pulled her up towards me and pressed my lips to her own. Our tongues battled for a moment before she broke off the kiss.

"And I know- nobody else is teaching you," she mumbled breathlessly, before pressing her lips back to my own.

"How'd- you- know that?" I replied teasingly, through fervent, passionate kisses.

"Cause you're mine."