Page 23 of Strong Side

1 I’m not entirely sure what’s happening, but I’m also not sure I want to stop it. I knew bringing up the recording was a gamble, but I did it anyway. Why? I guess it could be to answer all of the unanswered questions floating between him and I. To explore a part of my sexuality I never dreamed of until I became close tohim. I feel like a teenage boy again with all of these random sexual fantasies rolling around in my head.

They’re not random jackass: it’s only when you’re around Clay.

Once we arrive at the hotel, we’re up the elevator and at our door before I can even blink—my wrist still in Clay’s tight grip.

I like the feeling of his hand forcefully gripping my wrist.

Once he unlocks it, he throws the door open, shoves me into the room, sets his bag down, and looks at me with so much lust it makes my stomach flip.

“Play it for me,” he grits out.

Oh fuck, I’ve done it now. I’m about to get sued or something, all because I couldn’t control myself.

I don’t regret it though.

The amount of times I’ve had my cock in my hand listening to that damn audio is sickening.

“I can delete it if y—” I can’t even finish the sentence. He has his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back toward the door. My back hits it, and my mouth goes dry.

“Don’t you fucking dare delete it.” The front of his body is covering mine, andfuckif I don’t feel his rock-hard erection rubbing against mine. We both look down to see where we’re touching, and I hesitantly rockmy hips. Slowly, so fucking slowly, I’m testing the waters to see if this is something I’m really going to like or not.

I tilt my head back, looking at the ceiling as I ask in confusion, “Why does this feel so good?” A moment of hesitation hangs in the air before he grabs the back of my neck, pulls my head up, and smashes his lips to mine. I let his tongue in to dance with mine, still tasting the sweet jelly on him. The heat in the kiss alone has my whole body burning with desire, but I need more.

Our lips part, and he says, “Stop doubting yourself, Rocky. It’s okay to want this.”

I look away, not out of embarrassment, but from the look of pure want covering his face. I grab my phone and pull up the audio. It’s in my favorites, and I don’t even find any shame in that. He drags me further into the hotel room, and I sit on the edge of the bed. My eyes follow Clay as he paces the room.

??I question, “Are you okay?” He doesn’t respond again, which is starting to worry me. Usually, I can’t get him to shut the fuck up.

“I know you feel this too, Rocky. I’ve been taking this at your pace, but I don’t know how much longer I can do that.”

“I don’t know how to feel about any of this, Clay. I feel like we’re just now starting to get along, and I don’t want to jeopardize that.”

He wears a devious grin as he looks down at me on the the bed. “Let’s do what we do best. Let’s play, Rocky, Baby.”

He grabs his wallet out of his pants, opens it up, and pulls out two black packets. “Really, Clay? Didn’t think you’d need a little blue pill to get it up”

He rolls his eyes but answers me, “No, it’s lube, Rocky.” I don’t want to be Rocky anymore.

I want to be his Baby.

I look at him sideways, wondering why he would need lube, and it hits me. I grab my chest and question him, “Are you trying to fuck me?”

“Not tonight, but I sure as hell plan to.” I feel my cock twitch in my shorts. Clearly, I’m not opposed to it.

He stands again, pulling his shirt off and then his shorts and boxers. A flash of metal catches my eyes, and my jaw practically hits the floor.

Clayton fucking Aldrich has his goddamn cock pierced.

I shout, almost as loud as he did earlier, “No, you do not!”

He’s smiling down at me. “You like it? Hurt like a bitch, but I promise, you’ll be thanking me… eventually.” The switch in him flips again from his playful self to this dominant man that I need to see more of. I watch as heclenches his jaw and grits out, “I’m not going to ask again. Play the recording, Rocky.”

I pause a beat as a shiver rushes through me before hitting play on the recording, and his eyes narrow from the first couple of seconds of hearing the audio. “Is this from the shower?”

I nod my head, too embarrassed to admit that I did this. He just sounded so good. I couldn’t miss out on being able to hear it whenever I wanted to.

Quickly, I stand and strip out of all my clothes, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he’s going to be seeing me completely bare, and lay back on the bed. Clay crawls up my body, growling into my ear, “How did you know I like putting on a show?”

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