“I’m going to enjoy this a lot more than I should,” I say, the adrenaline pumping through me.
“I’m just pissed it’s going to be on camera,” Ridge says with a bite of irritation. I know he’s mad that someone else will be seeing this; he’s private like that. I don’t care who sees what we do to her, or how many times we cum inside her sweet little cunt.
Looking over at Ridge, I give him a cocky smile, something I haven't done in months. This place has been hell, and the only glimpses of light are when I catch a random sighting of the Doc. “I’ll get a copy of the video. You know, for a keepsake.” It’s been too long, and at this point I don’t give a fuck if there’s a camera or not. I’m going balls deep inside Doc Charlotte.
“Hudson, you’re a sick fuck, and I couldn’t be happier about it,” Ridge says with a half smile. This place hasn’t been good for us, and things have taken longer than we anticipated. But we've been in worse situations, and at least this one’s ending with a taste of something sweet. Something I’ve been dying to have.
We make our way through Cell Block E, heading towards the infirmary. Our steps eat up the distance, each one bringing us one step closer to her. Obsession is a scary thing; even worse when there are two of us after the same thing. There was never a chance for her to escape us, she’s been ours from the moment we spotted her. Ridge and I always get what we want one way or another, even if we have to take it. There’s nothing that will keep her from us.
I’m sick of these gray brick walls and the smell of decay mixed with fear and loneliness that comes with incarceration. She’s going to wash all that away. I know just one taste of her and we’ll be in heaven.
Today’s the day, and my dick has been aching for this for six long months.
Ridge and I are inmates at ADV in Florence, Colorado, also known as the Alcatraz of the Rockies. We are cellmates and do our work detail together. This is the first day we’ve been assigned laundry duty, so now we can have some fun. Our plans are sliding into place.
We wheel around the big bin of fresh linens, taking them to the prison hospital wing. Once there, we are supposed to trade out the bins, leaving the clean one there and taking the dirty one with us. This detail requires two inmates since the bins are so heavy. They only rotate certain duties every three months, so Ridge and I had to trade a lot of contraband to get it. This particular route cost extra because the doctor is on it. We know her routine because we’ve been watching her as best as we could since we got here. She’s fucking hard to miss.
The coy smiles she would shoot me in passing only worked me up more. She’s been asking for it. You don’t tease men like Ridge and me and think we won’t take what we want. We will. She got us all worked up and now she’s going to let us take out our frustrations on her body. In her body.
Doc Charlotte runs the prison infirmary, and today we’re paying her a visit. She’s tall with long sexy legs, thick blonde hair that falls to her waist, and an ass that a man can grab on to. Or in our case, men can grab on to. And, fuck, her lips. They’re gut-clenching, cock-swelling lips that I can't wait to see wrapped around my cock as I thrust into her mouth.
Ridge and I set up a few bribes to make sure that when we drop off the laundry today, the Doc will be all alone. No one will be there to help her. She’ll be all ours. We don’t want any interruptions.
“Fuck, my balls are so goddamn full. I’m going to nut all over her tight asshole,” I say, and reach down to rub my cock, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
“You should have jerked off this morning like I did so it will last longer,” Ridge says, shooting me a half smirk.
I laugh and shake my head. “Nah. She’s gonna get me hard again as soon as I cum. I’m fucking her at least twice.”
“Good luck with that. She’ll probably bite your dick off in the struggle.”
“I’m excited to see how much fight she’s got in her.” Doc isn’t going down easy, and I love the idea of fighting my way into her body. I also like the idea of her biting me, maybe not my cock, but a few marks from her on my body would be nice to see. I could rub my fingers over them as I jerked off, thinking about all the things we did to her.
“I have a feeling she won’t break so easy.”
We smile at one another as we approach the medical wing. Once we enter, we pass the desk and I give the two guards there a chin lift as they buzz us in. Ridge leans over and passes them a manila envelope filled with hundred-dollar bills. Some people might think it’s crazy to spend thousands for an hour of alone time with a woman, but in prison, pussy is almost unheard of, so you’ve got to pay up. Plus, there isn't an amount I wouldn’t pay to have her all to ourselves. Even if it’s only for an hour.