Page 29 of The Convict

May as well go along to get along.

With shaky hands, I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. My shorts go quickly and I shuck my pretty panties—lime green with little blue bows decorated on them. Rax assesses me, an unreadable look in his eyes. I cover my chubbed up cock with both hands and slink past him, opening the shower door and stepping inside.

The water is close to scalding and I sigh, loving how it feels on my skin. There are several shower heads and Rax has most of them turned on. We’re encompassed by steam and Rax’s wonderful smelling body wash.

While he’s soaping his body, I take sneaky glances at him. Rax’s body is a work of fucking art. Like something carved by one of those famous sculptors. Every muscle and curve looks chiseled from stone, but not cold. I know for a fact how warm he is.

Holy hell, this could be Stockholm Syndrome, since I’m imagining myself on my knees, blowing a killer, but fuck do I want to.

My gaze drops to his cock and my eyes grow wide as I watch it grow. It’s even more impressive than I would have thought. Long, thick, uncut. God, I want it.

Looking up at him and swallowing thickly, I decide to go for it. It’ll be the last time though—I’m not a fan of rejection.

Muttering, I say, “I can … help you with that,” pointing at his hard cock. “If you want.”

I chance looking into his eyes and gasp when I find them smoldering. “How?” he asks, eyes dipping to my mouth. His voice sounds deeper and sexier. I have to fight to keep the whimper to myself.

“I can … touch you. I’m good at it.” Or get on my knees, but I’d rather not on this hard shower floor. My knees wouldn’t be pleased with me.

Rax doesn’t speak, but he nods. Barely, but it’s a nod, nonetheless.

I try to stop my hands from shaking as I reach for his cock. When I wrap my hands around him, Rax gasps and I feel a shudder roll through him. I gulp, my own body reacting from how fucking good he feels in my palms.

Adding pressure, I jerk him slowly from base to tip, watching how his almost purple cock head pops through my palms as I slide the skin back from his uncut dick. I keep my eyes down, watching what my hands are doing and listening to the soft grunts emitting from his throat.

Then Rax takes a step forward. Then another. My eyes whip up to his as I take one careful step back then another, then another until my back hits the wall.

When it does, Rax crowds me, putting both hands on the wall beside me. Before I can drop my eyes back to his delicious looking cock, his gravelly voice stops me. “Eyes on me, Finn.”

I swallow roughly and drop one hand from his cock to tease his balls as I continue jerk him. All the while, I watch his eyes glaze over and his pupils blow wide. His mouth parts as soft breaths hit my face. Still, I watch him.

Rax starts to move his hips into my hand, fucking into the circle of my fists, his thigh brushing lightly against my cock. I bite my lip to hold in a whimper, wanting more friction, needing something to get me off. But this is about him.

Well, about me too. Wanting to touch him, wanting to get my hands and mouth on him. Now that my hands are, my mouth wants to follow.

Rax removes one hand from the wall and puts it on my face, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. Before I can think better of it, I stick out my tongue and lick the digit before drawing it between my lips.

Growling, Rax drops his hand and replaces his thumb with his lips just as his body starts to shake. He kisses me hard, grunting loudly as his hot cum splashes against my body. His tongue swirls in my mouth and I whimper as I stroke him through his nut.

When he’s done, he drags his lips from mine and looks down at my body. “Use it,” he says in a gravelly voice, inclining his head to where he made a mess on me. “Use my cum to get yourself off. I want to watch.”

Whimpering, I scoop some up and palm my cock, my back arching when I tug on myself the first time. Rax hums. “More,” Rax rumbles, putting his hand back on my face. “Make yourself come, Finn. Let me feel it on me.”

“Oh, God,” I whine, pumping myself off faster and I fuck the circle of my fist at the same time. “Oh, fuck. Rax …” my voice trails off as my toes curl and pleasure licks up my spine.

His lips come down on me hard, sucking my bottom lip and stroking his tongue against mine. “Come on, sweet pea. Get there for me.” He says, dropping his hand from my cheek to my throat, squeezing tight. My breath catches and my other hand flies to his wrist, loving the restriction of air flow to my lungs. My back arches again and my dick starts to thicken as my orgasm travels up my balls.

“Oh, fuck!” My release explodes from me and onto him. I keep stroking, milking myself dry. My body sags against the wall, only Rax’s hand keeping me upright.

It takes me a while to get my breathing under control, but the whole time, I stare into Rax’s eyes. He looks at me almost in wonder, breathing with me.

What happens now?

Chapter 12

Rax

Idon’t know what the fuck that was. I honestly had no intention of doing anything when I told Finn he had to shower with me. When I told him I don’t completely trust him, I wasn’t lying. I find it weird every time I check on Finn while he’s not handcuffed and find him still in his bed. Since he ran last time while I was in the shower, I figured I’d drag him in with me.

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