The Fall Guy (Eastward Prison Story)

15. Kaden

CHAPTER 15

KADEN

Rio’s confession changed nothing between us. If anything, the wedge seems to be growing. He’s blown hot and cold all along, but now it’s like he’s had a bath in ice. I’m not an expert in feelings or relationships but I’m pretty certain when you admit you like someone, you’re not supposed to run away. It’s not like I have any of this worked out either.

I’m late back to my cell on Wednesday evening after helping to peel potatoes in the kitchen for tomorrow’s lunch. It’s just a trial, but I’m considering taking up one of the jobs the prison offers. The priest got me the opportunity, which I’ve heard is hard to obtain.

I wash my face in the sink while Rio ignores me. He’s pretending to be asleep, but I’m adapting to his behaviour. He doesn’t sleep much, even when he looks tired.

It’s a warm night, and I lose my shirt, dropping it onto the floor. I swing my legs up, climbing into bed. Once comfortable, I lay there staring at the ceiling. My hands itch at my side with restlessness. Even after peeling all those potatoes, I can’t settle.

I reach into my boxers, taking my dick into my hand. Slowly, I start to stroke while closing my eyes as the pleasure hardens my length. I should try to be quiet but knowing Rio is below me only fuels my fire. Pulling my hand away from my erection, I spit on it before getting to work on release. The lubricant feels good as I stroke fast. Fuck that feels good. Cupping my balls, I softly moan.

Rio shifts in the bed for the first time. The idea of him reaching for his dick turns me on even more. But that’s not what happens. He carefully climbs off the bed, making minimal noise. We lock eyes, but I don’t ease up on stroking my length.

“Let me see,” he says.

My mouth goes dry at his request. “Lose your shirt,” I say, not slowing my pace. So far, I’ve tried to keep a lid on my desires but it’s becoming more and more difficult.

He doesn’t hesitate as he lifts the material away from his skin. I’ve seen him naked in the shower, but this is different. He’s doing this for me. He’s breathtakingly stunning with abs for days. The muscles on his chest and his chiselled abdomen are lickable. How did I ever resist him?

Lifting my hips, I pull down my trousers, letting him see what I’m doing. He wets his lips as his eyes pool with desire.

“On your knees,” he demands with a serious expression.

Usually, I’d back off when he talks about taking things further. I tug at my length a few more times before moving to the edge of my bed. He steps back, giving me a better look at his tenting pants. My mouth feels dry as fuck. Am I ready for this? Am I really going to get on the floor for him? The idea sends a bolt of lightning through my body, and my pre-cum leaks from my dick.

I rub myself a couple more times before making the decision. Lifting from the bed, I lower myself to the ground. He watches me with hungry eyes.

We stand staring at each other for a few seconds before the guard shouts, “Lights out.” We’re plunged into darkness, and I finally submit, bringing myself down to my knees.

He pulls down the waist of his trousers, allowing his dick to spring free. He’s thick and hard. I study the vein bulging from root to tip. In the moonlight, it doesn’t feel so scary to be taking this leap. Sticking my tongue out, I lick up his length, circling the tip. Briefly, he closes his eyes while a low moan escapes his lips.

He watches as I encircle his length before I suck him into my mouth. “Fuck,” he says, as his knees buckle a little.

He tastes salty and I can admit I like having him in my mouth.

I start to work my lips up and down his shaft sucking him in and out of my mouth. He groans, and I reach back for my dick so I can pump it in time with sucking his cock.

My mouth slurps over his length as I suck him deep, and I’m almost begging to come. Fuck, this feels too good.

As I get closer to the edge, my blowjob skills get more careless, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Without warning, hot jets of cum squirt into my throat, and I cum hard all over the floor. I swallow him down while he holds the back of my head like he’s afraid I’m going to pull away.

That’s not going to happen, I love the taste of him filling my mouth.

He grunts a few times before pulling out. I swallow down the rest of his cum before licking my lips.

He playfully bites the corner of his mouth. “Do that again, and I’ll be ready for round two.”

Rio is like no one else. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of him. “Fuck. Don’t tempt me. That’s the hardest I’ve come in a long time.”

He pulls me to my feet, avoiding the cum stain I’ve made on the floor. He kisses me, tasting his own cum.

“I’ve made you all dirty,” he says.

“It was so worth it.” I grab his ass and kiss him again. Until this moment, I didn’t realise how much I wanted him. He drives me crazy with need. It’s never been like that with any woman.

“Good.” He rubs the back of his neck, and it suddenly feels a bit awkward.

Being confined to our cell I can’t get up and leave but I want to reduce the tricky situation. One blowjob doesn’t mean we’re dating and going to start cuddling. “Night,” I say, trying to break the tension. We dress and climb into our separate beds. “Thanks,” I say after a beat, and he chuckles. Great , I guess I’m not handling this as smoothly as I’d liked.

“Are you thanking me for letting you touch my dick?”

I cringe. “I guess I am.”

“Anytime,” he says with a smirk in his voice.

We fall into a comfortable silence, but I’m not ready to sever our connection yet.

“How did you become a hitman?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer straight away. “The first time I killed a man, it was self-defence. He went for my jugular, and I had no choice but to reach for the nearest object to get him off. After that, I got into trouble here and there. I needed to be able to protect myself. A friend of mine got into some trouble with his stepdad and offered to pay me to solve the problem. Helping people was an easy way to make money, and before I knew it, I was getting contacted by some very wealthy men.”

“Easy money,” I laugh with unease. “I’d call walking someone’s dog easy money. Not what you do.” A weird half laugh, half cry spills out of my mouth before I can stop it.

“Not everyone has a loving family and many prospects.” He sounds sad. I guess in comparison I’ve had a better upbringing.

Coughing, I clear the sudden dryness in my throat. “What do you know of my family situation?”

“I know you didn’t grow up in a homeless shelter.”

He’s right, I didn’t. I can’t argue against the fact he’s had the hardest upbringing, but I can tell him a little about my life. “Yeah, well, my family are assholes. Not one of them has visited me since I went down and I did my brother a huge favour.” Maybe I shouldn’t have added that last part but my bitterness toward Kai is only growing.

“What do you mean?” He sounds curious about where I’m going with my thoughts.

I trust Rio because he’s earned it. He’s saved my life, and he doesn’t give away secrets. Actually, he doesn’t interact with many people inside the prison except me.

“I wasn’t the one driving the car that critically injured that boy. Actually, I wasn’t anywhere near the scene.”

“So how come you’re sitting in this cell?”

“The police picked up the wrong guy, and my family convinced me to take the fall for my twin brother.” That’s my truth. The one thing that’s holding me here.

“I knew you weren’t made for this place,” he says with a confidence I both love and hate.

I frown, loathing the fact he thinks I’m incapable of doing more than petty crime. I wouldn’t kill anyone if I had another choice, but I don’t like the way he’s judging me.

“I’m not weak, and my brother would’ve been worse in here than I am. He probably would’ve been Felix’s bitch.”

“As opposed to you sucking my dick.”

I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “That’s different. I wanted to do that.”

“Good to know. I might get you on it again.”

I laugh, feeling lighter about the turn in conversation. I know he enjoyed himself because he came down my throat like a first-class trooper, but knowing he wants me to do it again stirs something deep inside.

“If you’re a good boy, then maybe.”

“Oh baby, I’m always bad. Wait until I return the favour. Then you’ll know just how much.”

I smile. He’s wicked, and I might just be in love with that idea.