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I groan on his cock, because even though he doesn’t sound like Lex, in my mind it’s still him. His long, masculine fingers threading through my hair, his legs spreading for me to work in between them… His big, delicious, purelyperfectcock throbbing in my mouth, aching while my tongue praises him.

God, I’m sucking Lexingtonso hard, slurping with saliva spilling, wet sounds slicing through the gasps and pants in the air. There are words being growled from somewhere far off, but I barely hear them. My heart is pumping fast in my chest, blood rushing in my ears while I groan and suck, andchase, desperate to make Lexcomeso sweet in my mouth.

Because he deserves to be pampered. He needs to know how good I can always make him feel, even if it sometimes hurts afterward.

The pleasure is more than worth the pain, I know it is.

I can make it better, baby…

I promise, I can soothe the ache I cause, if you just give me the chance.

My hips are grinding, my dick twinging against the material of my pants,dyingfor him to reach down and touch it.

Lex… Lexington. Spill for me, baby. Burst into a million glowing embers and rain it all over me.

I fucking love the way it feels to make you mine.

His fingers lace at the nape of my neck and he holds me still, choking me with his cock as it bursts, shooting thick, tasty spurts that I suck out ravenously. I suck every last drop of him, whimpering as I pull my mouth off and writhe against his legs. My balls arehumming, dick leaking all over the inside of my pants.

“Fuck,Lex…” I purr and whine, dazed and trembling.

I just want to climb on top of him. Kiss him hard and dizzy. I want our tongues to tangle while he mewls out satisfied sounds and touches me in that shaky post-orgasm stupor that makes him almost as needy as I am.

It’s been years, but Irememberit like it was yesterday… the feeling of him clinging to me, because I’m the only one who gets him.

I’m the only person in the world who can make him feel this way.

But when I peel my eyes open, I slowly cool off into reality.

Dashis the one seated in the chair, flushed and breathing heavily, glaring at the door to the room… as if someone’s there.

Turning over my shoulder, I see no one. But Dash is still looking, a nervous sort of delight etching his eyes… Like maybe he’s seeing someone else, too.

Someone hewantsto see.

Later that night…

Wondering gets you in trouble… And I’ve been here for too many years to get swept up in imagining life outside these walls. It’s a dead-end.

No sense in dreaming when you’ll always wake up in Hell, right?

That said, this place just sucking isn’t enough to fully stomp out my curiosity of spirit. So I make sure to only wonder about what goes oninsidethe prison, not out. Which, believe it or not, is much more than you’d expect from a rock in the middle of nowhere.

It’s a goddamn drama factory in here sometimes.

For example, right now, I’m wondering if Dash’s silence means he’s thinking about what happened with Ren…

It annoys me to no end that Ren’s actions still surprise me. I shouldn’t be taken aback by anything he does anymore, no matter how haphazard and destructive. I’ve known him too long to find his behaviorshocking.

But for some reason, when Dash got back to our cell a little while ago—after Rook hauled him off in another direction from the rest of us leaving the cafeteria—the last thing I expected was to see him dripping with guilt and shame. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, wearing that post-coital stupor onlyRencan cause.

I knew something was up before he even said it, but Dash was quick to confess that he’d been cornered in an empty room for some of that patented Warren Xavier seductive manipulation he pulls off so well he could teach it at the college level.

Honestly, I feel bad for Dash. He clearly doesn’t know how to handle being trapped in a place like this with someone like Ren. That, and I think he was worried I’d be upset with him… Which I never would be. After all, it’s the furthest thing from his fault, and despite how he likes to make it seem, Ren and Iaren’ta thing. At least, not the kind ofthingRen wants us to be…

It’s just what Ren does. He uses people to get what he wants. Ironic, considering what I know about his life before he got here…

The last thing I’d want is for Dash to feel uncomfortable, being caught in the middle of the ongoingLuthor and Ren nonsense-fest, like Kang clearly does. So I made sure to quickly change the subject to something lessgay love triangley,and we moved on.