Page 42 of Strong Side

I teasingly rub my ass across his groin, and he lets out a groan. I can feel the pre-cum lining the tip of my dick. I want this man viscerally. “You sound so fucking hot,Garotão.Keep going and I’ll end up coming in my pants.”

Having enough of my smart mouth, he grabs the back of my neck, finally walking us into the bathroom. “Strip,” he commands, and I swear I’ve never taken clothes off so fast in my life. I’m fully bare to him when I finally look up, he’s still fully clothed. “Take my shirt off for me.”

His tone is suddenly soft, and a part of me wants to keep grating his nerves to keep feral Clay in this moment, but I also know the gravity of the situation we’re in. It’s not lost on me how big of a deal this is for both of us. For me. And I know he’s going to want to take care of me, to be gentle, and what’s more… I want him to.

Only this first time, though.

I step forward and reach for the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. I take a minute to soak in and appreciate his toned body. Raking my eyes over him, meeting his deep brown eyes, he smirks at me, causing that dimple to pop out that makes me want to fall to my knees. “Now my pants, Baby.”

I run my hands around the waistband of his athletic shorts, teasing him before pulling them down slightly to reveal the top of his cock. Fuck, his waist is so narrow compared to his broad shoulders. I grab his hips and run my hands up his side, humming in appreciation. Then, I do as he says, freeing his cock fully from his shorts. I pull them all the way down, letting his shorts pool at his feet, leaving his pulsing pierced cock bobbing between us.

I can’t wait to feel that piercing inside of me.

“Clayton Aldrich, you truly are beautiful. Fucking perfect.”

He blushes, grabbing my face as he replies, “No, Baby, you’re perfect, but whats more is we’re perfect for each other.”

Clay places the gentlest kiss on my lips before turning the shower on—if you can even call this thing a shower. It looks big enough to fit ten people with built-in shelves, seats, and six different shower heads. He just might have to pry me out of this thing. Suddenly, I can’t help but wonder how much a suite in this place is even running him.

He puts his hand out for me, and I set mine in his grip, letting him pull me into the shower and under the water. I look between us and watch the water cascade over our bodies. Everything with Clay feels soright now. It’s hard for me to believe that just a few short months ago, I couldn’t get out of my own way. Too busy “hating” this man just because of where he came from, letting that cloud my judgment of who Ithoughthe was. But now I know that there is almost nowhere I’d rather be than here. Being wrapped up in Clayton Aldrich feels so good. All I can hope is that I do the same for him.

Clay grabs a few pumps of soap and starts to run his hands all over my body, massaging the soap into my skin. Goosebumps follow his hands wherever they go. He gets my upper half soaped up, before his hand wraps around my dick. The other goes to my balls, but not long enough to enjoy. Before I have a chance to protest, he’s down on his knees, cleaning my legs and feet. Once he’s satisfied with his work, Clay stands and whispers, “Turn around, Baby. Bend over on the ledge. I’m going to clean this pretty hole of mine.”

A wanton whimper leaves my mouth. Only Clay would have the ability to keep his tone soft and gentle while simultaneously saying the dirtiest things, leaving me more turned on than I thought possible.

It’s so nice being able to turn my brain off when I’m with him. As a man, I usually take on the more dominant role in the bedroom, but being with another man who clearly loves to be in charge, I let my brain turn off. Focusing only on the pleasure coursing through my body.

I feel his soapy fingers reach my back entrance as he cleans around my hole with gentle pressure. Clay’s pulling me up and under the water, running his hand up and down my crack, being sure to get the soap out, before he’s pushing me right back into the same position. Bent over on the ledge, I’m holding myself up with my arms. I look back, and he’s down on his knees, both of his hands spreading my ass apart.

“Fucking immaculate,” Clay moans. Him calling any part of mehissends my stomach doing flips every time. I never knew possessiveness was a turn-on of mine…but it sure as fuck is.

With a flat tongue, he licks from my balls all the way up to the top of my crack.

“Oh, fuck, Clay.” I try to clench my cheeks together, but that only has him spreading me open further.

“Don’t try to hide from me, Baby. I want all of you.” I relax at his words. Right as I melt into my arms, leaning over further on the ledge, he shoves his tongue into my ass. The stubble lining his chin and cheeks adds to the sensation causing me to shamelessly grind my ass up and down his face. “Use me, Baby. Use my face like the good boy you are.”

Another whimper leaves my lips. “More, Clay. I need more.”

I don’t think about how new this all is or about how nervous I should be. All I can think about is how I needmore.

More of Clay.

More of whatever he can give me.

The water abruptly turns off, and I’m being drug out of the shower. “Get on your back on the bed, knees to chest.”

I listen to Clay’s commands, not even bothering to dry off. Laying on the bed, I sprawl out and bring my knees up to my chest. I watch as Clay begins rummaging through his bag before pulling out a bottle of lube.

“Are you sure about this, Rocky?”

“Yes, Clay. I wouldn’t be laying here with my asshole out on your hotel bed if I weren’t… Now, will you please get at least your fingers inside me? I’ve been thinking about how hard it had me coming the last time…” I trail off, not sure how far I want to dive into my feelings or how much time I spend thinking about the man in front of me.

“You’ve been all I can think about for weeks now, Rock—” I throw my hand up in front of his face, cutting him off.

“Baby,” I correct him. “We’re not going back to Rocky again.”

He flings his hands up in truce while striding over to me with the lube bottle in his hand and tossing it onto the bed. He runs his hands up the back of my thighs, humming in appreciation as they graze over my tattoos.

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