Page 41 of Strong Side

Dropping my bag to the floor, I shove him against the side of the elevator. Cupping his face, I kiss him fiercely. His bag falls from his hands, and he grips me at my waist, pulling me as close to him as possible. Myteeth nip at his bottom lip, and he moans into my mouth. The sound shoots straight to my groin.

The two of us fight for dominance as we push our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths, the hairs of his mustache creating the most delicious burn of friction against my lips. There’s something to be said about feeling another man against you. Don’t get me wrong, women are beautiful and perfect in their own ways, but where their bodies are made of soft and smooth planes, men’s bodies are rough and rigid. It’s a deliciously stark contrast and one I can’t get enough of. Especially when it comes in the form of Rockwell Campos. But as my hips push him against the wall and with his face between my hands, I’m not letting him have the upper hand on this one.

Not tonight.

Tonight, I’m taking care of him. Tonight, I’m going to show him what it feels like to be so wrapped up in pleasure that you know nothing will compare ever again. Nothing will even come close.

And what’s more… he’s going to let me.

I hold one hand steady on the side of his face as the other one skates past his jaw and wraps around his neck. The second I squeeze, I feel his Adam’s apple move beneath my hand as he lets out a satisfied groan. One I swallow every second of.

Finally, he relents and lets me take control of his mouth, and I take full advantage of the opportunity. Tasting every inch of him.

His hands slide down past my hips and underneath the hem of my shirt. Rocky runs them along my lower back, and I can feel my entire body shiver.

“Clay.” My name sounds like a prayer on his lips as he gasps for air.

Using the hand cupping his face, I tilt his head upward, forcing him to look me in the eye. “Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop right now, and we won’t do this. Tell me to stop right now, or the moment this elevator opens, you’re mine.”

His green eyes dance between mine for a moment before he says two words that are about to change my life as I know it. “Don’t stop.”

There’s no going back after this. I’m a goner. Fucking done.

“Fuck, Baby.”

My mouth crashes into his again, and not more than ten seconds later, the elevator doors open on our floor. Pushing off the wall, Rocky guides me into the hallway, his mouth still fused to mine. I laugh against his lips. “Rocky. Baby, our bags.”

“Fuck our bags,” he mumbles against mine, still trying to push me down the hallway.

Regrettably, I tear my mouth from his. “As much as I appreciate the enthusiasm, if we lose our uniforms, Coach will literally murder us. Not even being over dramatic.”

Rolling his eyes, he agrees. “Shit. You’re probably right.”

The two of us separate and grab our bags off the elevator floor. When the goods are secured, I grab him by the hand and drag him down the hall until we find the door to our suite.

Swiping the keycard in front of the sensor, it unlocks the door, and I shove it open. As soon as Rocky’s body clears the door, I slam it closed and pin him against it. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

It isn’t lost on me how big of a deal this is. This will be Rocky’s first time having sex with a man, and regardless of what I said in the elevator, I want to give him one more chance. I would never push him into doing something he wasn’t ready for.

I brace myself for rejection, but instead, I’m pleasantly surprised when he runs his fingers through my brown curls. Smiling, he says, “Show me what you got,Garotão.”

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Bratty Baby

Rockwell

“Show me what you got,Garotão.” As the words leave my lips, I watch the switch in Clay flip.

His voice drops to a menacing tone. “Shower. Now.”

Turning around to head to the bathroom door, I mock salute Clay. “Sir, yes, Sir.”

1??At lightning-fast speed, he’s behind me, pushing his whole body against mine, plastering my front into the wall beside the bathroom door. His hand, gripping my hair on the back of my head, slowly turns my face tothe side.

He growls into my ear, grinding his hard cock against my ass, “You better watch that smart mouth,Baby. I’m not afraid to stuff it full of your favorite cock.”

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