Wanna Know How I Got These Scars?

It must be morning because a tray of oatmeal and powdered eggs had just been shoved in through the slot of his cell. He usually refused to eat, and before the day was over an orderly would force feed him some chocolate flavored liquid that mostly tasted like vitamins. He had a vague memory of something important happening last night. Something big was going to happen soon. He would need his strength. He was suddenly starving. He devoured the bland food and shoved the tray back through the slot. He’d loved scrambled eggs at one time. How could he have forgotten that? Even more disturbing was the way his dick was getting hard. His Swiss cheese past had never aggravated him so much, but a stray memory of cherries brought all the pieces together. He remembered.

~~~~~ 1994 ~~~~~

He wasn’t feeling like himself tonight, but Becca didn’t seem like her normal self either. He didn’t know what he would do without her. They had crossed a bridge from The Narrows into Midtown. "Jack, my legs feel like jelly. Can we just get a cab to take us to the car?" She asked with a slight pout on her full lower lip. If she’d asked for the mayor’s head on a silver platter he’d have given it to her in that moment.

"Anything for you, Scarlet." He grinned down at her. He pulled her closer to his side, and she slithered her arms around his waist. She felt like a living flame against his side as her body heat mingled with his. For a moment he almost felt guilty. She adored him, she’d do anything for him, but he knew he could never be the boyfriend she wanted him to be. She deserved better than a loser like him. But for tonight the future didn’t matter. She’d told him so. He didn’t want to hurt her for anything in the world, but he couldn’t refuse her offer. Maybe it was the damned full moon. He felt beyond Jack Napier. She wasn’t herself either. No, instead of Becca McClure she was his Scarlet.

When he finally hailed a cab he opened the door for her, and she climbed inside. As she did he could see her bare thighs. She slid over to make room for him, and, with a throbbing in his cock, he got in beside her. "Can you take us to the Kattering Station parking lot, across the river?" He asked the driver.

"It’s an expensive fare..."

"Just take us. I’ve got the money." Jack grumbled. The cab darted back into traffic, and she curled herself up against his side, pulling her feet up on the seat. She wore her candy apple red combat boots, and they made her feet look much bigger than they were. "Tired, Scarlet?" He asked her, stroking her fiery red hair. She stifled a yawn against his chest, and it sent a shudder through him.

"You really know how to paint the town red." She giggled and let her hand slide across his chest. He took her hand in his, and he moved it lower down his stomach.

"We’re just getting started, Scarlet." He said in a husky whisper and moved her hand over top the bulge in his cargo pants. She snuck a look up at him and grinned mischievously. She rubbed her hand over the material of his pants creating a heat that seeped into his erection. "Mmm, Scarlet... you’re gonna have to stop teasing me unless you’re willing to finish what you’ve started." He warned her. She gave him a squeeze.

"Once we get home..." She started, but his libido was taking over again.

"No, Scarlet, now." He told her, unbuttoning his pants.

"Jack, the driver..."

"Is watching the road if he knows what’s good for him." He said, tugging his zipper down. "Come on, Scarlet, show me how much you want me." He rasped. Her long fingers dipped into his pants and tentatively stroked his erection. He bit his lip as she explored the length and thickness of his dick. He put his hand over hers to show her how to pull back his foreskin and how to stroke him how he liked it. She learned quickly. She turned her lips against his neck, kissing and sucking his throat as her hand moved up and down. He moved his hand down her back and underneath her dress to squeeze her tight backside, and she whimpered a little. He caught her lips in a kiss, and she moaned into his mouth. He let his hand slide underneath her to fondle her lower lips from behind, and she gasped and squeezed his dick harder. "Lean down, Scarlet... put your mouth on me... your perfect mouth... I need to feel it." he rasped. She didn’t even hesitate. Her lips teased at first with tiny kisses along his shaft and on the head, and he lifted his hips, urging her on. She paused for only a moment, as if to figure out how to go about her task, and then her hot mouth was engulfing him. He didn’t bother stifling his groan. Fuck the cabbie. He tangled his fingers into her blood red hair and held her on his cock. With his other hand he fingered her opening, and she shuddered. He guided her mouth up and down his length, and she didn’t miss a beat. She sucked and licked and used her hands to stroke his abdomen and squeeze his balls. She was a natural at this. The more she sucked, the faster he moved his fingers, and soon she was moaning around his cock in her mouth. He felt her orgasm shake her whole body. His hand was wet with her release, and the back of the cab was thick with the scent of sex and cherries. Her moan vibrated against his dick, and, combined with the smell of her and the wetness on his fingers, his hips began to pump uncontrollably. She struggled to match his erratic pace, and he didn’t have time to warn her he was about to come. He barked out his climax with a harsh laugh, and she swallowed it down with a humming sound. "Uhhnnn... oh, Scarlet..." He sighed as she sucked his dick clean. It was so sensitive he couldn’t take it, and he had to pull her away. He panted to catch his breath, and she looked up at him with her red lipstick smeared across her pretty cheeks.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked, and, god love her, licked her lips.

"No, no. You did everything right, Beautiful. Come here." He said and used his t-shirt to wipe the smeared lipstick from her cheeks and mouth. She gave him a timid look, and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her. She curled back into his side and watched as he tucked his dick back into his pants.

"Did the driver see?" She asked shyly. It was kind of cute. She was never shy.

"No, he was busy watching the road." He told her, looking up to see the cabbie looking at him through the rearview mirror. "Hey, you want some candy? It’s still... ah, here it is." He said, pulling the slim box of chocolates from an inner pocket of his coat. The box was a little worse for wear, but the expensive Godiva chocolates were fine.

"What kind is it?" She asked, peeking down at the box in his lap.

"I don’t know... an assortment of chocolates." He said, biting into a truffle.

"I’m hungry, but I’m not crazy about chocolate." She said.

"You love peanut butter cups."

"Yeah, I like white chocolate, too, but mostly I don’t care for it. Call me weird." She shrugged.

"Weird... here’s one with toffee. I know you like that." He said, feeding it to her. She always ate Heath bars. She licked at his fingertips, and he couldn’t resist kissing her again.

"Will you come home with me tonight?" She asked him with a nervous look in her eyes. She was afraid he’d say no. "Please." She added.

"Well, it all depends. I’m starving. Can you cook?" He grinned at her.

"I make killer scrambled eggs." She grinned back.

"What a coincidence. I’m starving for scrambled eggs. Only you better not use the killer eggs. How humiliating would it be to be killed by a plate of scrambled eggs?" He giggled.