Page 48 of Strong Side

Never, in a million fucking years.

“Better be quick. Wouldn’t want anyone to see us.” The corner of his lips raise, as if he knows that’s utter bullshit. We both know I’d love for someone to walk by, but I’m not particularly fond of getting put on the no-fly list, so my statement holds someweight.

“You love the thought of someone seeing your cock down my throat, don’t you?” The second the question leaves his lips, my chest heaves in excitement because, yeah, I really fucking do.

I lift my hips slightly, allowing Rocky to pull down my joggers so they rest just below my ass, and when he sees my dick, already dripping with pre-cum at the tip, he licks his lips in anticipation. Before I even have the chance to speak another word, he has his hand wrapped around the base as he slides my length into his mouth. And for someone who has had very limited practice with someone else’s dick, he shows not an ounce of hesitation.

I hiss a sharp breath when the head of my cock hits the back of his throat. Rocky slowly slides me out of his mouth before running the tip of his tongue along my piercing. I clench my teeth so hard that I’m surprised I don’t chip a tooth as I fight the groan that wants to spill from my lips.

Knowing we need to speed this along, I tighten my grip on the back of his head. My eyes lock with his, silently asking permission for what I’m about to do. And with a slight nod, he opens his mouth.

I fuck his mouth fast, careful not to push too deep, knowing the sounds of him gagging on my cock wouldn’texactly be subtle. Rocky hollows out his cheeks while I slide in and out of him as he reaches up to cup my balls.

The fact that we could get caught any moment, coupled with the sensation of his mouth around me and his hands on me, is too much. It only takes a few more seconds before I press my hand over my mouth and cum down his throat.

And like the good boy he is, he swallows every last fucking drop.

Pulling off of me, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and rocks forward so he’s in a crouched position. Rocky grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me forward. “I think I could get used to first class.”

And with a quick kiss to my lips, he’s climbing back into his seat. Leaving me completely and utterly speechless.

Miraclesdoexist.

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32

Highs And Lows

Clayton

Aloud banging on my apartment door wakes me from my sleep. Groaning, I roll over to check the time on my phone.

7:45 a.m.

This better be fucking good. Rocky and I flew home Friday, and after a few delays at the airport in San Diego we didn’t land in Florida until late. By the time we got our checked bags, found my car in the parking garage, and each made it back to our respective apartments, it was in the early hours of the morning.

As much as I wanted Rocky to spend all day Saturday at my apartment, the two of us both had schoolwork tocatch up on, laundry to wash, and groceries to get. It’s now Sunday morning, and I still feel exhausted.

Without answering the door, I already know who it is. Only two people would have the balls to show up at my apartment at this hour on a Sunday morning, and only one of those people would willingly be up this early.

The pounding continues and I roll my eyes. Throwing on a pair of black sweats over my briefs, not even bothering with a shirt, I pad down the hallway and through the kitchen and living room, rubbing my eyes. I’m five feet away from the door when I snap, “Good fucking Christ, Jackson. Would you have some fucking patience?”

Unlocking the front door, I throw it open, and his fist almost hits me in the face as he attempts to bang it against the door some more. “It’s about time.”

He brushes past me and walks right into my kitchen; you wouldn’t know that just a few months ago, the guy blew apart his knee. Helping himself to my coffee grounds, he throws them into the coffee maker to brew us a pot. “Good morning, Jackson. Please, do come in.”

Closing my front door, I sit on the kitchen stool as he moves about my kitchen as if it were his own. “Don’t 'good morning, Jackson' me. I gave you one whole day to rest, and now I need toknow.”

Running my hands through my bed head, I sigh. “Need to knowwhat?”

Jax looks at me deadpan. “You and Rocky. What happened last week?”

“Since when are you so invested in my relationships?”

“Ummm, since you actually fucking have one, even though the two of you like to act like you don’t. Everyone sees it, Clay. You guys aren’t as subtle as you think you are. Even Theo—”

He cuts himself off, as if he’s said something he didn’t mean to. Choosing to ignore the smart-ass remark about me having a relationship, I focus on the name he said just before he stopped talking. Jax spins around to grab a couple of mugs out of the cabinet. As he’s pouring some of the delicious-smelling coffee into them, I ask, “Theo? As in Theodore Young? As in the athletic trainer?”

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