Page 28 of Strong Side

He told someone about the way he feels about me… and it wasn’t me.

It only takes a split second for me to decide my next move. He might not be ready to own up to his feelings, but I am sure as fuck not going to make it easier for him to ignore it.

I toe off my white trainers and start walking across the apartment. I whip my gray hoodie over my head and toss it on his sectional. My shirt is next, finding a spot on the floor, followed by my jeans and socks. By the time I make it to his cracked bedroom door, I’m in nothing but a pair of briefs. I don’t pause when I reach his door, though. No. I shove it open and storm through his room—not even stopping to admire the fact that I’m in Rocky Campos’ room—toward the bathroom door, which is also cracked.

Either he’s royally enjoying fucking with me, or he’s a psychopath that like’s to let a draft into his bathroom while he’s showering.

Both are equally likely.

I open his bathroom door to find him leaning against his shower wall, just like he was against the counter in the kitchen, staring at me through the glass door with a wicked grin plastered across his face. “About fucking time.”

Thismother—

In the span of two seconds, I slide my briefs off, climb in the shower, and have him pinned to the shower wall with my hand around his throat.

A shiver rolls through my body when I see his smile fall from his face, his eyes widen a fraction, and I feel him swallow roughly under my palm. He’s nervous.

Good.

“You may think I’m all fun and games, Rockwell.” My voice is nothing but a low growl. “But I think it’s about time you learned that I am not one to be fucked with.”

“Oh, I think I’d fuck with you any day—” I tighten my grip around his neck, effectively cutting off the rebuttal I threw in his face all those weeks ago.

1?? "Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

I’d be worried I was being too aggressive if I didn’t feel his dick throbbing against my hip.

“Get on your knees,” I demand. When he doesn’t move, I tighten my grip to the point I know he can’t breathe. “Do not make me tell you again, Rockwell. Get on your fucking knees.”

When I can feel him starting to lower, I release my hold on his throat and take a small step back to give him room, savoring the sound of hissharp inhale, and watch with bated breath as he drops to his knees on the wet tile.

And when he places his palms flat on my thighs and looks up at me with those fucking deep green eyes, I know it right then and there.

He’s mine.

“Open your mouth, Baby.” He hesitates for just a split second before following my instructions. “Stick your tongue out.” He does as I say. Fisting my painfully hard dick, I set the head of it on his outstretched tongue.

Slowly, I slide my cock into his mouth, using every ounce of my restraint not to blow my load the moment his lips close around me. I take a few more languid strokes before pushing further until I hit the back of his throat, holding still until he gags slightly. Giving him a reprieve, I pull back slightly and grip the sides of his face, letting the tips of my fingers thread through his onyx curls.

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much, understand?”

He mumbles around me, and the vibrations send a shock wave down to my fucking toes. Not giving either of us another moment to back out, I thrust into his mouth with full force, tipping my head back in a moan when I feel myself slide down his throat. My thrusts rapidly pick up speed as I fuck his mouth without abandon.Relishing in the pain of his fingers digging into my tensed quads.

“Fuck, your throat feels so fucking good.”

Rocky lets out a wanton moan, and I feel him release my right leg. Looking down as he fists his dick in his hand, I watch as a bead of cum drips onto the tile floor. “That’s it, Baby. Make yourself come while I fuck your face.”

I don’t know whether the next sound is a whimper, a cry, or a moan, but whatever it is going to play on repeat in my head until the end of time. My hold on his face tightens as I continue to thrust in and out of his mouth, and when I feel his teeth lightly graze the underside of my dick, a shout of pleasure roars through the air. “You have ten seconds to come, or you don’t come at all.”

Rocky looks up at me, his eyes now dark and filled with lust. I watch as his arm flexes once, twice more, all while never breaking eye contact with me as I’m still moving in and out of him. The sounds he makes when he comes are enough to send me over the cliff I’ve been standing on since I pinned him to the wall.

“Swallow. Every. Single. Drop,” I bite out between thrusts as I come down his throat, and only when I’m sure he’s done as I said do I slowly slide out of his mouth. Rocky doesn’t move from his kneeling position, surprisingly waiting for me to give him his next direction.

“Stand up, Baby.”

Rocky stands toe to toe with me, and since we’re not under the shower’s spray, I grip his wrist with my hand and bring the hand he had wrapped around himself to my face. Sticking my tongue out, I run it up the center of his palm, closing my eyes as I savor the taste of him.

“Fuck, Clay,” he groans in a pained whisper, and my eyes snap open to meet his. “What are you doing to me?”

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