Love Behind Bars

Linda sat on the metal cot, Carter Cruise flipping through her phone, when Elvira appeared at the bars and crooked a finger. The morning meeting, she whispered, just the two of them. Linda knew the risk, knew it could sour quick, yet something in Elvira’s eyes made her curious enough to risk the walk to the next block. She stepped through the open door expecting fists or knives. Instead, strong hands caught her wrists and pulled her close. Elvira’s breath tasted of cheap mint and raw hunger. Their mouths met hard, lips parting, tongues seeking. Fingers pushed under waistbands. Clothes slid away. Linda felt teeth on her throat, then a warm tongue chasing down between her breasts, circling each nipple until they stung with pleasure. Elvira pressed her palm to Linda’s cunt, rubbing slow and firm until wetness coated her fingers, then slid two inside in one greedy stroke. Linda gasped, hips snapping forward, riding each thrust while she clawed at Elvira’s back. Sweat mingled, sheets twisted, every grunt and moan loud in the small space. When Elvira’s mouth replaced her hand, sucking Linda’s clit with careful pressure, Linda came with her teeth clamped on her own arm to muffle the sound. Afterward they lay tangled, skin cooling, hearts slowing. For the first time since the doors locked, neither woman felt entirely caged.