Chapter 3: Rising Action
Central City Prison hung heavily in despair, wrapping around Brad and his fellow inmates in a choking embrace. The caustic stench of sweat, urine, and festering wounds burned the nostrils as the pair shuffled through the overpopulated corridors.
"The flash is damned," snarled Ludlow. "A ball less piece of red-ass trash who needs to rot in the ground."
Laughter rippled through the squirming mass of convicts trailing behind.
Ludlow elbowed his way through the crowd, eyeing the guard strolling a few feet ahead. Brad's anxiety crescendoed at the thought of what was coming next. Being cornered in Central City Prison was about as appealing as diving headfirst into a vat of sewage. He'd heard whispers of what happened to those singled out, stories he'd rather not meditate on.
Not when he'd be the isolated one amidst this sea of ruthless criminals. Bracing himself against the cold concrete walls,
Brad ripped apart the loose unit of his tattered khakis, his black panties worn thinner each day.
As he released himself, he felt a small shudder run through him. He closed his eyes, willing himself to think of nothing but this moment, not the danger of being caught or the horrors that were in store for him as a flash prisoner.
Instead, he thought of her.
Iris's soft, supple curves and warm honey-colored skin came to mind. An image appeared in his head that had been haunting him since the first time he saw her: her lying naked on the crisp white linens of his bed, her breasts rising and falling with each labored breath, her green eyes awash with desire as she looked up at him with no fear.
He grazed his middle finger over the tender skin behind her knee, guessing the taste of the vanilla scented lotion that she applied daily to her sensitive skin.
Every time she lifted her skirts and crossed her legs within the city, his thought wandered, longing for the smooth touch of her skin. His fingertips trace swirling patterns from the back of her left knee to the tender skin behind her right thigh.
Barry missed her deeply. He had a video from her he planned to watch. Now that he was alone he played it . On it he saw his wife Iris and the philanthropist Henry. “Are you sure my husband Barry won’t see this?” Said Iris “ of course Barry is in jail. He won’t see anything“ said Henry Henry began to kiss her as he did. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slid his hand inside to caress her breasts.
She let out a soft moan, her back arching as she offered herself to him. His fingers found her hardened nipples and pinched them gently, causing her to whimper with pleasure.
Meanwhile, Iris reached for his belt and pulled it open, revealing the outline of his hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He let out a low groan, unable to contain his desire for her any longer.
Henry pulled away from Iris's kiss, mere inches separating their lips as his gaze devoured her visage. He wanted to see the pleasure sparking in her green eyes as she surrendered to him completely.
Barry couldn’t believe what he was watching he had been sent a sex tape featuring his wife, Iris and Henry. Barry watched in amazement.
His chest ached with a terrible longing as he saw Iris's hands wrap around Henry's rock-hard cock, the image of her ebony skin against his tanned, muscular form igniting Barry's fury and desire simultaneously.
"You like that, don't you, Henry.”Iris mocked in a husky voice, as Henry grunted his approval.
Fuck, how she loved tormenting him. With every tantalizingly slow stroke, her fingers would tease the pulsating vein on the underside of his dick.
Her tongue snaked out, licking her lips, as she prepared to descend upon him. She wanted to taste the evidence of his arousal, to sample the essence of pleasure that she had awakened within him.
As she slid her lips over his crown, the salty-sweet musk of his desire filled her senses, making her sigh with desire. Her hands wrapped tighter around his throbbing length, stroking him in long, slow pulls that elicited a deep groan from him.
"Oh, God, Iris," he murmured, his hips bucking involuntarily as her wet, warm mouth enveloped him.
Iris took him deeper into her throat, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked with eager enthusiasm. She could feel his grip on her hair tightening, his fingers tugging gently as he guided her movements.
He tasted so fucking good. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, savoring the bead of pre-cum that graced her taste buds.
Henry thrust deeper, hitting the back of Iris's throat.
She gagged slightly, but he was persistent, refusing to slow down until she adjusted to his size. "That's it, baby," he groaned, holding her head still as he began to pick up the pace again.
Iris whimpered, the wet, warm sensation of Henry's cock invading her mouth eliciting muffled moans. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, sampling the tangy taste of his pre-cum with reverence.
Lost in the haze of this forbidden encounter, Iris's body knew exactly what to do. Even though every bone in her body told her she was betraying Barry, her intuition screamed to abandon all rational thought.
Her entire being cried out for release, and Henry seemed to be the only man in the world who could grant it.
Iris kissed him more ardently, writhing against him as she clawed at his back. She needed something to hold onto, something to remind her of the world outside of this illicit, intoxicating encounter.
Henry pulled away from her mouth, leaving her gasping for air in their wake, before whispering baldly against her ear, "Take off your dress, baby.
I want to see every inch of you." His warm breath caressed her neck as he nibbled the lobe gently. Unable to resist him, Iris reached behind herself and unzipped her dress, letting it pool around her waist before allowing it to drop to the floor. She stood before him, now only clad in matching black lace lingerie that accentuated her caramel skin tone.
"Christ almighty," groaned Henry, eyes hungrily roaming every curve of her body. "You take my breath away."
A shiver ran through her at his words.
Iris didn't know how she could be so attracted to two men at once and, as if reading her thoughts, Henry murmured, "It's alright. I know you still hold the Flash deeply in your heart. This isn't about tearing him down; it's about discovering new facets of yourself through our love-making."
The passion in his eyes silenced any doubts she had. Wordlessly, she slipped out of her black lace panties, standing completely naked before him for the first time since they'd met.
Henry's eyes widened at the sight of her, hungrily roaming every curve and contour of her voluptuous figure.
"Fucking hell, Iris," he muttered, his jaw slack. "You're exquisite."
His gaze transfixed hers, his eyes a stormy ocean of desire and his body pulsing with a primordial energy that felt like an electric charge in the air.
Iris, her heart pounding in anticipation and trepidation, hooked her thumbs in the lace of her matching bra and slid it off, revealing the fullness of her breasts and the dusky hardness of her nipples. Like magnets, Henry's hands gravitated to them, the pads of his thumbs tracing featherlight circles that sent waves of heat crashing through Iris's body.
He leaned in, taking the stiff nubs between his teeth, sucking and biting gently as he moved from one breach to the other. Fireworks exploded in her chest, her breath hitching as she allowed herself to drown in the pleasure.
Henry's hands drifted lower, trailing fingers like tender flames over the swell of her hips and the supple valley between them. He gripped the globes of her ass, squeezing as he pulled her tight to him.
"Iris...
I want you... now," Henry growled, his hands gripping her ass harder, his fingers digging into her flesh as he attempts to pull her closer, wanting to feel every inch of her body pressed against his.
Iris whimpers softly, surrendering herself to him as he lifts her onto the cluttered desk, her back pressing into the cold metal surface.
She wraps her legs around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back as she meets him in a savage embrace, their sweaty, flushed bodies colliding with a hunger that neither wanted to deny.
Iris's heart thrashes in her chest as she feels Henry's cock flexing and pulsating against her clit, threatening to break free from the confines of his khakis.
Henry's skin is feverish under her fingers, his chest heaving as his breath hitches in a guttural growl. With trembling hands, he undoes his belt buckle, desperate to be free of every layer that separates them.
Freeing his cock, Henry guides himself to her entrance. Iris shudders as she feels his thickness pressing insistently against her slick heat. Anticipation coils and uncoils within her, her entire body taut and expectant.
Iris reaches down, wrapping her fingers around Henry's shaft, guiding him inside of her. Her nails dig into his skin as she feels him stretching her pussy, filling her to the breaking point.
They pause, savoring the feeling of each other's bodies molding together. They breathe heavily, eyes locked in a wordless understanding.