Auctioned to the Prisoners (Auctioned #4)

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ROCK

A MAN LIKE ME

She feels so good around my dick, like a hot, tight, wet fist. All the nights I finished myself under the sheets fall away like dust in the face of Lory’s perfection. I rut into her, watching my thick cock disappear inside he, fascinated at how easily she takes me and how deep I can thrust.

She groans, and it’s the sweetest sound, like a feather over my balls.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”

She asked me if I wanted her, like there was ever a chance that I’d say no. I’d give away the last shred of self-respect I possess to beg for her body and hold onto the way she makes me feel. When I’m with her, I’m ten feet tall, standing on the roof of the tallest building, surveying the world at my feet. She’s everything I wanted and more, spread out like a feast before me.

There are so many things I want to do to her body. So much pleasure I can give her, if she’ll let me. I bite my tongue, worried about pushing her too far, but she’s moving with me, shoving her hips back for deeper, harder penetration like she needs more. If I ask, she can say no, and that’d be okay. I just want to make it good for us both. I stare at her ass and the forbidden place just above where my dick is buried. I stroke her hair away from her back and run my finger down the ridge of her spine. When I reach the base, I drift lower. “Can I touch you here?” I ask.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes. Please.”

Fuck. I drift lower still, stroking her clenched asshole, exhaling as her pussy bears down in response. I lick my thumb and press harder as she whimpers.

Most girls pretend they don’t like ass play, but when you get your fingers and tongue there, they turn mindless.

I think of other ways we could enjoy each other but stuff them back down. All of this is wishful thinking. Grady’s going to take her from us. I know he is. She’s going to leave, and all we’ll have are fleeting memories of what it was like to be a real man again.

I don’t want to let her go. Not yet.

What would Grady do if we refused? He’s not strong enough to take on the three of us by himself. He’d have to tell other guards and expose his potentially dangerous attempt to repay a debt. He’d lose everything.

For the first time in forever, a flicker of power ignites within me. If they come for her, we don’t have to agree to let her go.

I grip the back of Lory’s neck, turning her toward me. I don’t own much in this world, but right now, I own her.

“You going to come, little bird?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

Like I yanked out her orgasm with just my words, she clamps around me and a gust of wetness coats my balls. I pound harder, chasing my own pleasure.

Fuck Grady. Fuck this prison. Fuck the system that put me in here for a crime I didn’t commit. I’ve tried to play the game, but public defenders don’t want to hear about innocent men inside. They just take the easy path of plea bargains and parole requests. I want to get out of here and clear my name, but it’s not going to happen. If the only good I’m ever going to feel is Lory, then I’m getting my thirty days, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

When I come, it’s like spinning out in space. Behind my eyelids, white lights streak my vision, and my body focuses on the pulsing heat spilling through my dick. In my chest, my heart swells and pounds, echoing through the rest of my body.

It’s the greatest release of my life.

I pump through it all, reveling in the crazy amount of wetness lubricating my way. But when I look down, I find the condom bunched strangely, and I realize immediately that it broke.

“Fuck, Lory.” I pull my dick and my thumb out of her body, fascinated by the way her pussy gapes open, and my cum trickles out. If I could take a picture, I would. It’d be the only pornographic image I’d ever need. “The condom broke.”

She reaches around and touches her entrance like she’s searching for proof. She finds it when it coats her fingers.

“I’m on contraception,” she says breathlessly. “Are you clean?”

“Yep,” I confirm. I pull the useless remnants of the condom from my dick and toss it on the floor.

“Can I put it back in?” I ask. “I wanna feel you from the inside.”

“Yes.” Her body quivers with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she curls her spine when I enter her again.

Pushing back in bare is so much more than I thought it’d be. The heat of her and the slickness we’ve created is magnified. We’re connected in a way that doesn’t happen with rubbers. Even though my cock is softening, I ease my way in and out, watching every thick inch disappear and reappear, coating my dick in cum with leaks around my shaft. I push my thumb back into her asshole, which clenches, and she moans softly, pushing against me.

“I bet you never imagined you’d be on your belly with your ass in the air for a man like me.” The words spill out of me before I’ve even considered what impact they might have.

“A man like you?”

The question in her statement leaves me puzzled. When a man is incarcerated, the person he is becomes secondary. We’re a number, a statistic, with a label of the bad we’ve done hanging over our heads and victims who resent our existence. I could be an obedient son, an excellent student, loved by many, but my conviction wipes that all away, guilty or innocent.

Who does Lory see when she looks at me? Rock the man or Rock the convict? Who do I want her to see?

I don’t even know anymore. I’ve lost myself in this place. It’s eaten away Colton Brownlow and replaced him with Rock. Rock is impenetrable. Rock is hard. Rock doesn’t experience shame or remorse. He doesn’t care because he can’t.

The sound of someone punching in the door code carries from the main area, and I pull my dick out of Lory, shoving it back into my boxers and tugging up my pants. Lory’s a mess, but we don’t have time to clean her up. I grab her shirt.

“Put your hands over your head.”

She complies, and I pull her shirt on like a father dressing his kid. Her leggings are twisted up with a pair of panties. As I struggle to disentangle them, the door opens.

“It’s Grady. Get out here,” Kinkaid barks.

“Go,” Lory says, grabbing the bundle. “I’ll sort this out.”

I touch her cheek, determination settling in like cement. She’s going nowhere.

Grady’s standing with his arms folded across his chest. In his prime, he would have been a force to be reckoned with, but the years have softened his bulk and loosened his skin. Still, as much as I don’t like his role in my life, he’s not a bad man. One of the few in this place that views us as men, not stray dogs.

I nod at him and wait. His jaw flexes, and his nostrils flare. Whatever’s coming isn’t good news.

“Wilson came down here?”

“Yeah.”

He shakes his head. “That nosy fucker… always sticking his beak into things that don’t concern him.”

“He came to you?” Kinkaid asks.

“He’s trying to blackmail me,” he says gruffly. “Well, he says he isn’t, but he's talking about a promotion like it's a done deal in exchange for keeping the secret.”

“A promotion?” Hyde laughs. “Give that guy more power?”

“I know Wilson.” Grady widens his stance, settling in. His suit jacket bunches around his arms, and his neck bulges over his crisp white shirt, making him look like a man about to explode out of his body. “I know he shouldn’t be in this place, but his father has sway.”

“So you’re going to do it?” I ask. Wilson was hell to deal with before. When we get back to our cells, he’s going to kneel on our backs with a promotion behind him.

“There are options.”

Kinkaid, who was leaning against the wall, straightens. “Options?”

“Lory goes home today.”

“NO.” The word is out of my mouth before I consider what I’m saying. Hyde studies me, his mouth quirking like he’s worked out a secret, and he finds it amusing.

Kinkaid lifts his chin. “We want her to stay.”

Grady rubs his jaw. “Then, you make Wilson understand what’ll happen to him when you get released if he spills the secret.”

“No.” This time, Lory’s voice cuts through the silence, ringing out with determination. “They did that already,” she says. “Repeating it will only put us all in more danger.”

Kinkaid and Hyde stare at her like she’s grown another head. Is she seriously defending us? Thinking about our wellbeing?

“This is your arrangement,” she says to Grady. “I want to get paid. These men deserve their reward. You need to find a way to deal with Wilson.”

Grady eyes the tiny woman he bought at auction with fascination. His mouth twitches. “People don’t often surprise me.”

Kinkaid shakes his head, staring at Lory as she blushes.

“I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn, but these men shouldn’t have to defend their position when you have all the power.”

“Don’t’ be sorry.” Kinkaid’s lips twitch at the corners, and he shakes his head again. “You speak your mind, Lory. And that’s good.”

“You’re the only man who’s ever thought that.” She shrugs as color tints her cheeks. “My last boyfriend used to call me a mouthy bitch.”

“Yeah, well, he was a fucking idiot,” I tell her. “You speak your mind whenever you need to.”

Grady watches us with watery eyes, sharp and calculating beneath his weathered exterior. He misses nothing. It only takes him a single glance to assess a situation, his instincts honed from years of managing this place. That awareness is one of the reasons this prison runs as smoothly as it does. Grady sees the points of friction before they fully form, and while he can’t prevent every conflict, he’s always one step ahead, doing his best to keep the chaos at bay. His presence commands respect, not through intimidation, but through his uncanny ability to read people and act before things spiral out of control.

“Can I check my phone?” Lory asks. She steps forward before he has a chance to leave, maybe worried that Grady will prevent her after her outburst.

He pulls it out of his pocket again. This time, when Lory powers up the phone and taps into her message app, her face falls, and any color she had in her cheeks fades to gray. The hand holding the phone trembles, and her shoulders hitch as she curls forward like she’s been kicked in the gut.

“Lory.” I hold out my hand to cup her elbow, and when she turns to me, fat tears are sliding down her cheeks. “What is it?”

“My sister.” She stares down at the phone again. “She’s had to run.”

“From who?”

“Her boyfriend.”

“Does she have someplace to go?” Kinkaid asks.

Lory shakes her head and swipes at her tears with her knuckles, sucking in a deep breath and holding it tight like it’s the only thing that’s going to keep her upright. “She’s found a refuge.”

“That’s good,” I say. “They’ll help her.”

“You don’t understand,” Lory says. “He won’t stop looking. She’s not safe if she stays close.”

Grady holds his hand out for the phone, and I want to punch him. “I can’t stay down here for much longer,” he explains. “I have a meeting.”

Lory powers off the phone and hands it back, wiping away more tears.

Grady strides to the door, leaving us staring after him as he exits.

Then I gather Lory into my arms and let her cry.

She told us she was here because of family stuff. I’m guessing her sister’s relationship issues are behind her decision to enter the auction. She sold herself to help her sister escape.

The realization tears at me from the inside.

This situation is fucked, but isn’t that what happens when we do wrong? It snowballs until everything’s out of control. It doesn’t matter how much Whitaker deserved what we did. His stain runs through everything that’s happened since. The world is fucked up when a woman’s only option is to sell her body to rescue her sister. It’s just plain fucked up.

She clings to me, panting softly with each stifled sob, and Hyde and Kinkaid crowd us, resting their hands on her body.

“It’s okay, Lory,” Hyde whispers. “It’ll be okay. She’ll be okay.”

Kinkaid meets my gaze, shaking his head as he grits his teeth. He’s thinking the same as I am. It’s fucked that we’re in here and are powerless to help. If we were free, we’d all get in a car and drive out to that refuge. We’d find a safe place for Lory’s sister and help Lory in whatever way we could. In here, all we have is our bodies and words to offer comfort.

It’s not enough.