Page 90 of Whips and Chains
He spread his legs, opening them up for me, our cocks rubbing against each other until mine was as lubed-up as his was.
“Fuck,” he groaned, panting hard. “You feel so good.”
I couldn’t talk, I was that damn hard.
I fumbled with the tube of lubricant and awkwardly squirted more onto my palm. Bracing my weight on one arm so I could use the other to get in between us. I stroked my cock, getting it slick, the lube mixing with both our precum.
Whip rocked his hips beneath me, searching out contact.
My dick slid along his balls and lower to press against his taint.
He grabbed my head, forcing his lips onto mine.
“Fuck,” we both moaned in unison.
I couldn’t stop.
A memory from years ago, when I was first sent to prison, rocketed into my brain.
But this time, it wasn’t the walls closing in on me or the claustrophobic panic that swamped my brain whenever I was forced into a tight space.
It was a memory I’d locked up tight because it had only happened once and then I’d sworn I’d never let it happen again.
Whip’s blue eyes stared up at me.
I couldn’t look at them anymore.
I shoved him over onto his stomach and bit down on his muscled shoulder, my dick finding the crease between his ass cheeks.
He groaned as the tip of me prodded his ass, lubing him up.
God, it felt fucking good. I rubbed my cock there, moaning at the way he moved, encouraging me, pushing back against thepressure I was putting at his entrance, getting himself ready for when I thrust inside.
And fuck, I wanted to.
But my head was suddenly full of ghosts again.
Ones I couldn’t get rid of if I just did what my body was screaming for and thrust deep inside him.
I reared back onto my knees. “I can’t do this.”
Whip buried his face in the pillow, so his words came out muffled but still understandable. “I’m fine. Do it.”
God, I so wanted to. But something kept me rooted to the spot, even though my dick craved being back between his cheeks, thrusting across his asshole.
Whip lifted his head and twisted to look back at me clearly having a mental fucking breakdown.
A tremble racked my body, and I couldn’t stop it. I stared at the wall above his head and tried to fight off the surge of panic that rushed in.
But I was back there in that prison cell, the first night I’d been shoved in there.
With a bag over my head.
And hands holding me down.
I couldn’t breathe.
“Levi.” Whip moved, rolling onto his back again and sitting up, squeezing my arm, bringing me back into the room.
