Page 55 of Strong Side

“I’m going to help Clay find the book he needs,” I say with a wink.

Jackson rolls his eyes. “Ugh, fine. Just make sure I don’t have to hear it.” I tilt my head back in a laugh and walk toward the shelves Clay disappeared between.

I see myGarotãoand creep up behind him while he’s busy staring at the books on the shelf. Pressing my front to his back, I rub my quickly thickening cock against his plump ass. Leaning into his ear, I whisper, “We could get caught… ” I place both of my hands on his chest, rubbing and finding his peaked nipples, pinching them between my fingers. “There could be cameras.Could you be quiet while your cock is in my mouth?” If I’ve picked up on anything it’s that my Clay is a little bit of an exhibitionist. The way he reacted when I played that recording for him all those months ago, how fast he came when we were surrounded by people on that plane, he gets off on the thrill. And when he’s turned on, so the hell am I.

Clay nods eagerly, and I smile.

I start walking us to the opposite end of the aisle to hide us a little bit. I would never actually let us get caught, but I know just the thought that we might is enough for him. Satisfied with our position, I push his back into the shelves, hearing the huff of air that leaves his lungs right before I latch my mouth onto his. The kiss is rushed and heated, and soft groans are already coming from deep within him. I run my hands down his sculpted stomach, appreciating when they flex under my palms, just from my touch alone.

I pull away just enough to get my words out, mumbling into his pouty lips, “Garotão,you’re not doing a very good job at keeping quiet. It’s almost like you want us to get caught.” We both know I’m right when I feel him smile against my lips.

My big, filthy man.

My hands find his hips, and now I’m the one groaning as I feel the dip of his deep V-cut through his shirt.

“On your knees, Baby.” I fold like a goddamn lawn chair, not able to hit my knees fast enough.

My hands slide into the waistband of his shorts and pull them just low enough to pull his dick and balls out. “Are you leaking for me? Or is it from the thought of getting caught, that anyone in this library could hear or see you.”

“C. All of the above. Now show me what that mouth can do. I think I’ve forg—” He shuts right the fuck up as I stick my tongue out, holding eye contact with him, and run my tongue around the crown of his perfect cock. I don’t want to go slow this time though. I want to see how fast I can get him to come, and with the way he’s pulsing between my lips, it’s going to be very quick.

Still holding eye contact and smiling around his cock, I begin to bob up and down on his length like it’s my one and only job. I didn’t think I would like sucking dick as much as I do. And who knows, maybe I just like sucking Clay’s dick. But it does bring me a sick sense of joy that I’m able to be in control. I control when he gets to come.Me.

Clay begins fucking my face while I control the suction I have around his length. I gag as he hits the back of my throat, but that only seems to spur him on. The hushed grunts and the gagging alone are proof enoughof what we’re doing, and I’m fully expecting someone to come around the corner any minute.

My dick practically has its own heartbeat. It’s painfully hard and leaking all over my shorts. I just hope it’s not enough to be absolutely everywhere once this is over.

“I’m about to come, Baby.” He grabs the sides of my head, gripping my curls above my ears, holding me right where he wants me. I swallow around his head, and that’s what tips him over the edge.

His mouth drops open as the last little bit of his seed lands on my tongue. I pop off his cock, holding his cum in my mouth, keeping my mouth open so he can see his release resting on my tongue.

His eyes look feral as he says, “Swallow me, Baby. Swallow me like a good whore.”

Yep, my dick’s going to explode.

Hand in hand and completely bookless, Clay and I walk back to the table where Jax is smugly looking at us. “Didn’t find the book you needed, I see?”

“Nah, got a little distracted,” Clay says proudly.

Jax rolls his eyes. “You guys fucking suck.”

Clay fucking snorts a laugh. “Yeah, he sure did.”

1. Daydreams - We Three

36

What Do We Want Most?

Clayton

It’s the night before the start of championship tournament week, and Rocky and I have just arrived at the beach just down the street from campus. Students at Palm use our impending tournament as an excuse to throw a beach party—complete with the largest bonfire you’ve ever seen—every year, even though the majority of them won’t even show up to watch a single game. But that’s never bothered me any. It’s always been a great way to connect with other people on campus, have a fun night out with the other guys on the team—evendouche canoes like Chadwick and Prescott—and make memories I know will last a lifetime.

This year’s tournament just feels extra special for a multitude of reasons. Not only is it my senior year, but it’s the first championship tournament I’ll be playing with Rocky. It’s also the first championship tournament where I genuinely feel like first place isn’t just within reach but in the palm of our hands.

Don’t get me wrong, Jax and I played great together, but Rocky and I… we’re unstoppable. His talent truly knows no bounds, and he knows exactly what I need, when I need it.

On and off the court.

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