Page 106 of Caged In

Lips close over Izz’s shoulder, teeth sinking in, drawing blood he can feel trickling over his skin. He barely registers the pain over the overwhelming pleasure as he continues riding the high of his release.

His vision clearing. His ass oversensitive. His body weak. Finally he can feel Sin’s thrusts sputtering out. Sin’s getting close—Izz groans at the thought of Sin claiming him. Of marking him inside to match the exterior brandings. A marking only they will know of. A secret between the two of them.

“I want you to cum inside me,” Izz grits out between each penetration.

Which evidently is all Sin needs to push him over the edge. The male shoving in one last time, deeper than ever. His cock kicking inside Izz as he growls, cumming within the tight confines. Marking Izz as his own.

Which is a nice time for Reni to walk in on them.

While Sin is balls deep, coming down from the high of release, Reni makes the mistake of entering the cell. Eyes blown wide, he stops dead in his tracks.

Izz can’t help but grin as his friend’s pale face retreats right back out, as if he’d been burnt. The mental image forever implanted in the mind. As unwelcome as it may be, Reni is stuck with it for the foreseeable future.

Izz holds no regrets.Sorry Reni, but he wouldn’t change anything that happened between him and Sin in this moment.

Sin stays deep within Izz, as they both pant, catching their breaths, until the bells for lunch ring. Announcing another meal for the prison population.

Sin pulls out, and Izz expects them to follow everyone else to the cafeteria—not that he can walk with his legs completely numb—only to be flipped over. And before he can ask Sin whathe’s doing. He’s shoving right back in. Pulling a choked off whimper from Izz’s lips.

He has no objections to being fucked from behind. His body pressing flat into the mattress as Sin uses him once more. Biting down on the sheeting as his ass is taken again. Grunting and cursing as Sin seems to be filled with energy to go all day. Izz’s so exhausted he doubts he can manage to stand at this point.

Does not mean he doesn’t want more, needing Sin to fill him. “Harder,” Izz begs.

The chuckle Sin produces reverberates through Izz’s back—

His hips are pulled up. Forcing him to his knees. But as he moves to get his hands under him, a firm hand between his shoulder blades forces him down. To keep his chest pinned.

Izz stays where he collapses. As large hands grab his hips and his ass is used as a toy for Sin’s pleasure. The poundingbordering on painful. Yet pleasure is all he feels. All he knows. The pain is intoxicating.

Until the dangerous male is cumming into him a second time.

Izz’s sure he came more than once during Sin’s ministrations. His body is so wired out it’s like a long line of pleasure. Sin had been relentless with hitting the spot inside him that had him seeing stars. He can’t tell if he came or if it’s simply mind-blowing pleasure.

~~~

Izz continues lying on his bunk, trying to catch his breath, as Sin leaves. Throwing a thin sheet over him on the way to the cell door. He thinks Sin said something about getting food. But his mind’s a muggy mess and he can’t be sure.

He must’ve passed out, because he’s woken by Sin sitting down, with food in hand. A sandwich of some description, he barely tastes it as he practically inhales the thing. His stomach has never felt so empty.

His ass throbbing deliciously, demanding him to take notice of it. A phantom feeling of Sin still deep within him. It’s turning him on again. His body lighting up with excitement. His dick too spent to even twitch.

Sin leaves as Izz’s stuffing the last morsel into his mouth. The bell for all inmates to return to their cells’ for the nightly lockup is chirping through their Wing. An annoying sound Izz resents—he doesn’t want Sin to leave.

He’s disappointed to see Sin’s back disappear from sight. He may be alone in the quiet cell but the aches all over his body have him feeling cared for. A small smile spreads his lips at the thought.

Peeking around the corner before entering, Reni walks in hesitantly, a little more cautiously than he had the first time. A quizzical look washing over his face as he sits across from Izz on his own bunk.

“What?” Izz frowns. He’s high on endorphinsand doesn’t want Reni raining on his post-sex bliss.

“Nothing. Just be careful. I know it’s a good deal and all. The best protection in this shit-hole, to belong to an inmate with his status. But he’s still a psychopathic serial killer.”

Why does everyone assume he’s doing this for protection? Sure it’s a bonus. But he isn’t sleeping with Sin to get it. He’s sleeping with Sin because he . . . finds the male attractive. End of story.

Still . . . He understands where Reni’s coming from. His friend is only looking out for him. Concerned with his safety. It’s kind of touching.

“Awww. You’re so sweet and protective of me,” Izz teases, grin widening at his friend’s expression of annoyance.

Reni scoffs at the mockery—at the lack of sincerity and teasing tone. “I just don’t want to come in here one day to see your mangled remains,” he teases Izz back. “And we both know the guards ain’t cleaning that shit up, so I’m gonna have to bucket and mop your sorry ass up.”

---