Best of A Bad Situation – By Strawberry1

“John, you know they will be back soon?” Marlena warned gently, drawing John’s face toward her chest as the convulsions continued to wrack his body.

“I know. Let’s just…” John moved his face toward Marlena as he stared at her lips. “Make the best of a bad situation…” he breathed against her mouth. Having him so close was intoxicating, and Marlena slowly fell into the kiss. It took all of John’s strength to maintain the kiss, but it was worth it to feel her close to him again. As another residual shock of electricity swept through him, he winced and broke the kiss. This went unnoticed by Marlena who continued to draw his mouth toward her own. He could sense her desperation; she had been on edge for weeks and was on the brink of giving up when he first arrived at Bayview. She sighed when the kiss finally broke and John collapsed into her neck.

Even though she wanted nothing more than to make love to him, to feel him inside her, Marlena’s inner doctor took over. She wrapped her arms around him, and attempted to soothe some of his pain by rubbing his back. While he may be experiencing more physical pain than she was, he knew the emotional trauma she had been suffering in the weeks before he arrived was taking its toll on her. If they were ever going to escape, he needed to remind her of their life back home in Salem. As Marlena contined to pet his back innocently, John snaked his hand between them and found the tie of her scrub pants. He gave it a quick tug.

“John,” Marlena breathed sharply. “W-what are you doing?”

“Shh, baby,” he whispered into her neck. “You need this. We need this.”

“No, John,” she tried to protest. “You were just tasered. You need to preserve your strength. This isn’t the time,” she plead, but it fell on deaf ears. John continued to tug on the strings of her scrub pants until they were loose enough to slide a hand in. He found her center, and cupped her.

“Ooh, doc,” he breathed harshly against her. Marlena’s mouth fell open at the intensity of having him touch her that way again. John continued to press his hand against her, eventually sliding his hand into her panties.

“John,” Marlena cried out quiety. “They’re going to be back any minute. We can’t-” John ignored her and began rubbing her in hard, deliberate circles.

“You’re so wet, baby,” John whispered into her ear as he remained collapsed against her. “I can’t wait until we get out of here so I can fuck you in our bed,” he edged her on with his words. Marlena was helpless to his ministrations as he continued to stroke her. She knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but somehow the thought that the guard could walk in at any moment only served to turn her on. She slowly began to buck against his hand.

“That’s it, baby,” John urged on her. “Let me do this for you.”

“Oh, God!” Marlena cried out, louder this time as he head fell backwards onto the cot behind them. She wanted nothing more than for John to drag her onto that cot and fuck her mercilessly, but she knew they didn’t have the time for that. John began kissing the column of her neck as he slid two fingers inside her.

“JOHN!” Marlena cried out at the sudden intrusion of his thick fingers. It had been awhile, and the intensity of the stretch left her speechless.

“We don’t have long, baby,” John whispered to her gently. “When I tell you to, you’re going to cum,” he instructed, taking full advantage of the fact that her body was under his complete control.

“John, I’m not ready. I can’t,” Marlena cried. The intensity of the moment, their predicament, her love for John all hitting her at once.

John used his free hand to hold her jaw and force her to look into eyes. “Just focus on me, baby.” Marlena looked into his intense gaze, and felt her body fully submit to him – like it always does. John curled his fingers within her and stroked her hard and fast. “Cum, baby.”

Marlena’s breath caught and she knew it was happening. She felt the waves of pleasure rise from her toes as her legs shook. “John, John, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned uncontrollably as her pussy continued to spasm against John’s hand. When her orgasm began to subside, he withdrew his hand and tied her pants back up. Marlena laid spent against the side of the cot.

Before they could catch their breath, they heard the sound of the giant white door opening yet again. “John, it’s time for you to go back into your cell,” the orderly demanded.

John quickly grabbed Marlena’s hand and looked into her eyes. “I am going to get you out of here, baby,” he promised before giving her a peck goodbye.

“I said NOW, Mr. Black,” the guard demanded more forcefully. John released Marlena’s hand and complied. John allowed the guard to restrain him once more and lead him back into his cell. He had to find a way to get his girl out of here.