All Chapters of Cellblock Heat : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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Chapter 121: To Roll a Perfect Blunt

JordanThe row call had ended and the lights were out. Then came the regular commotion from most inmates that missed their way to the asylum block. An hour from now, the whole block would sink into that restless hum of snores, coughs, and whispers that never die. Which makes now the perfect time to vamoose. Me and Quincy were quiet—too quiet. I could feel his stare through the dark like a steady heartbeat.“A bit ironic you’ve asked me this, you know?” I asked finally, standing next to him in the hub of the chattering. He was sitting in front of the bunk , where the dug up part—sealed my wooden boards—was visible. Unlike the last time, he looked calm. It tells me how much he's into this shit than I am. “You said you’d teach me how to roll a blunt,” he murmured. “I’m calling in that promise.”I huffed out a low laugh. “Man, I thought you forgot. Or worse, call it off.”“I don’t forget,” he said flatly. “Neither will I call off a mild escape from reality.”Ever since I made mention

Chapter 122: Make Me Cum, Jordan

Quincy His lips curve into a slightly wicked grin. “Well, what do you think?” he asks, exhaling lazy rings of smoke before passing the blunt to me. Every movement he makes is slow, deliberate—infuriatingly confident—and somehow, it makes him twice as attractive.Attractive?Since when does my mind ever agree to that?“Since you can’t resist his charm, even when he’s teasing and taunting you,” says the chunky little red devil perched on my shoulder—one that, inconveniently, has Jordan’s face. “And now that you’re floating in this haze, all those sober thoughts are crawling out to play.”“I think you should've left it back in the cell.” I lied. Heat fanned my face as I recalled how that silky substance felt against my skin. His fingers coated with lube. Circling one coated finger around my rim before pushing into it. One after the other. Making me feel every heart of want. Making me gasp and rock back to his fingers when he had them up my butthole, but didn't hit that spot that made

Chapter 123: All of Him

Jordan My thumb presses his pulse point on the side of his neck. It’s beating steadily, the point throbbing against my skin. A little much pressure and my preppy would be gasping for air.If I had him in this position the very first week I found his preppy ass annoying, I would have been locked up in the Ice Cell for the murder of a billionaire's heir.My tipsiness has been muddied by the images of our primary reason we were here in the first place.It feels like a blasphemy to come all the way up here—my hideaway—just smoke up and crawl back to our cell.I listened to his loud breath, it's all music to my ears. The way he pressed himself on my erection warred with every rational thought in my head, and I've got not much left because the smoke has stolen most of it. All I think of is him.His body on mine, and mine on his. I reached down to feel the smooth surface of his abs, listening to the way he shuddered with every one of my touches.“Smoking dips wasn't the reason you wanted

Chapter 124: A Passive Orgasm

QuincyJust as I housed a chunky little red devil wearing Jordan’s smirk — the one that perches on my shoulder to whisper wicked, filthy thoughts in my ear — there was also another presence inside me. A smaller, almost fragile angel, bearing my own face, with a goddamn halo that glowed too brightly.That angel is the one in dominance right now, I'm been told by it to back away. To flee from all things lust. But all its pleas fell on dead ears.I'm helpless on my knees, as I stared at Jordan's mouth watering cock while he fisted it. My body's warm with needs, burning needs—if I'm being precise. Fucking hell.I want to lick that precum off his cock, trace peppery kisses around that purple head and veiny shaft. I want to feel his girth in my mouth, I want it nudging the back of my throat—not just on my lips Oh my goodness. Where are all these thoughts pouring out of?‘Where else? How about your nasty foggy mind.’ It's the chunky red devil speaking. It has shoved the mild angel to the c

Chapter 125: Summit

Quincy“This isn't over,” Jordan said as he fists his dick, milking every drop of cum into my mouth. My head's knocked. I'm sticking my tongue, licking round his crown of his half hard.“That's it.” A satisfying groan slipped out of his mouth. He guided my head steady, guiding me to his dick, “Every fucking drop, preppy.” I'm a quivering mess of cum. The ones I couldn’t swallow, ran down my lips to my throat. Mine was made between my knees and Jordan's boots. Of course some of my cum was streaked on his boots.I’m so fucking intoxicated. That’s why I’m l flicking my tongue on his crown like it’s my favorite ice cream. I’ve got my fingers wrapped around his girth like it’s the ice cream cone.“Woah,” he snickered with the sense of praise as he helped me back on my feet. “You,ve got to be rewarded with another orgasm for a nice blowjob.” I think the effect of the dips, the minutes I’d spent on kneeling and the aftermath of my orgasm had my legs feeling a bit wobbly. Jordan cradled my

Chapter 126: The Dinner Game

EdwardI pushed open the window shutters, letting the stale air escape and the morning light flood in. Dust motes danced through the sunbeams — lazy, gentle things that hadn’t known motion in too long. “Let’s wake you up, son,” I murmured under my breath. My voice cracked at the end.Behind me, I heard Myles clear his throat from the hallway. “Sir, if you’ll allow me, I can call the cleaners. They’ll have this place shining in no time.”“No.” I didn’t turn around. My grip tightened on the vacuum handle. “Not today.”He hesitated. “But Mr. Laurent—”“I said no, Myles.” I looked at him then, and whatever argument he had withered beneath my gaze. He nodded once and stepped back, hands folded behind him.It had been months since I last set foot in this room. The first time I came here after Quincy’s arrest, I’d only managed to stand in the doorway. I couldn’t cross that threshold. His jacket was still hanging by the closet. His sneakers—scuffed and half unlaced—sat at the foot of the bed

Chapter 127: After Dusk

Quincy I'd kill a fucking deer to take away this pain.My skull felt like someone had stuffed it with gravel and shook it like a damn rattle. For a minute, I couldn’t even remember where I was. The ceiling above me was too low, too gray, too familiar. Whatever was hanging in the air also smelled like sweat, and Jordan.That last one shouldn’t have had a smell, but it did. A mix of musk, soap. I know that smell because I've had him all over my space the previous night.“Rise and whine, preppy.”His voice floated in from somewhere to my right, unbearably amused. I groaned and tried to turn over, only for my body to announce that was a bad idea. Everything ached, and it wasn't the normal post-therapy ache. It felt as though my muscles were tiring up.Jordan chuckled. “Thank fuck. You’re alive. For a second I thought I’d have to explain to Bill that you died from one hell of a smoke sesh. That would’ve fucked shit up, baby.”“Shut up,” I muttered, even though my throat was dry and the

Chapter 128: Surprise Surprise

Quincy I will be incriminating myself by visiting the infirmary with a hangover. So I rely on a cold show and a book meditation sesh to calm the storm in my head. Listening to Jordan talk about Amara like she was a little goddess also helped. It's good to see this affectionate side of him.Just like a burnt marshmallow, his fierce eyes inked-up skin stands to be the burnt exterior. And that gooey part is this rare affection he has for Amara. I hope to hell the little girl sees this gooey side too.Jordan had shadowed before me. That's why right now, he's fully clothed, ready for his big day, while I'm still listening to his happy talk as I dressed up.He did the happy talks, just as his eyes ate every inch of my skin.“Amara’s gonna scream when she sees me,” he had said, practically glowing. “She missed her big man so very much. Maybe I should get her a Pinata as a souvenir to remember me.”I forged a scowl. “Dip shit, don't force that little girl into the part of violence.”“I'm n

Chapter: The Tiny Judge

Jordan Seeing Quincy's thoroughly fucked being drove me to a high euphoria. I felt a strong need to care for him in that state he was in. Matter of fact I caused him to be that way, and on that note, and I'm always bound to take care of my shit.The second thing that made my day was the giant grin on the Angel herself. Tariq told me she refused to let him carry her to the prison. She walked the whole way through the subway on her own—waving at every stranger who smiled at her and sticking out her tongue at anyone with a pet.Fun fact: Tariq said she hates pets.“Uncle J,” she said in a surprisingly serious voice as she settled beside us like a tiny queen bee, “I want to expose Mr. Tariq.” She whispered it loudly, cupping her hand over her mouth like she was hiding a national secret from the very person sitting right beside her.I nodded solemnly. “Go on, my Angel. Rat him out. What did Mr. Tariq do?”Tariq’s brows drew together, bracing himself for whatever bomb was about to drop fro

Chapter 130: Closure Isn't Love

QuincyI am fucking melting.I’m about to lose every ounce of composure I have left, probably stand up from this metal chair and walk straight back to my cell without a word.I really want to,but I won’t.No one, absolutely no one, has to see how deep the cut goes. How much it still fucking hurts to know my father wanted nothing to do with me for five months. And now suddenly seeks closure.Closure.Like I’m a door he forgot to lock.Like I wasn't his blood, his only child. He’d carved me into being that golden son every father would wish for. But the moment I got caught up in the hands of the law, he turned his back at me.And Stacy? The one person I thought would stay? She vanished too.I built my sanity out of their absence. I stapled myself together with denial and anger and whatever sick distraction Jordan and I ended up creating just to feel something else.Jordan was there when I was a disaster, when I was shaking from withdrawal, when I wasn’t strong enough to stand. He didn’t

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