All Chapters of Cellblock Heat : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81: Leverage

Jordan “You should take your jersey off. It’s soaked through,” I said, quietly even though my ankle was on fire. Quincy’s eyes flicked down at himself as if he’d only just realised his shirt was plastered to his skin. Sweat had darkened the fabric to a deeper shade, clinging to his collarbones. “I think I’ll leave it on,” he muttered. His fingers worried at the edge of the table instead of meeting my stare. The weight of whatever he’d just confessed still clung to him like a second skin. “Suit yourself.” I dragged my own shirt over my head in one motion. Cool air hit my chest; it should have been a relief, but my body was wound too tight for it to matter. The muscles in my calf trembled. My ankle throbbed. None of it could derail tonight. Everything I’d mapped out had to happen, especially bringing Preppy to his knees. Literally. “Jordan.” “Quincy.” His voice cracked like a boy’s. “I’ve told you what you needed to know, and—” I cut him off, unable to help it. “Why didn

Last Updated : 2025-09-23

Chapter 82: Breakfast with The Demon

QuincyNo, I’m not some barbarian who experiments with strange antics simply because circumstance has me swinging that way. That would be uncouth. That would make me exactly what they already whisper.It’s a new dawn. If my calculations are right, Jordan is probably prepping to head to Bill’s office.Yesterday I never reached a conclusion—give in to his bargain or stay silent and be branded the mastermind of the killings.Yesterday Jordan saw everything leak out of me. Fear. Guilt. Lust. They circled like vultures, one at a time, then all at once.Before now I could still imagine I was back on the basketball court, crowd roaring, Jordan’s voice drilling into my skull. But it’s only the low rattle of the air vent above my bunk, the shuffle of feet from the tier below, grey light bleeding through the slit window, slicing the cell in two.My whole body aches—ankles, calves, the back of my neck where his fingers curled last night. Even my lips are still raw from that savage kissing sessio

Last Updated : 2025-09-24

Chapter 83: Sprains, Secret and Sins

JordanBill and I have been in a kind of glaring contest since the moment I hobbled into his office.Not stormed—limped.He sips his hot coffee while watching me over the rim of his cup, eyes glinting behind his glasses. I try to sit like I’m relaxed, but the ache in my left ankle keeps stabbing through the act.“Besides your sprained ankle, what other news about the investigation do you have for me?” Bill finally asks, breaking the silence. His face scrunches when he sees me hopping in.I shrug. “That you give someone else the task until I’m back on my feet.”Bill’s eyes are lasers for a second. Then he slowly sets the cup down, glasses following, the whole motion a performance of disappointment.“Vexley Jordan.”“Billie Jean.”“Forty-eight hours into the investigation and you’re already back with a twisted ankle?!”“It was an accident.” My voice is flat, matter-of-fact. I edge forward, ignoring the pain. “I never said I’d be back with proof of the killings in one day. Stuff like thi

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

Chapter 84: Under His Skin

Quincy The bleachers are cold from the night before, rough against the backs of my calves. Lenny’s laugh bounces off the yard’s high walls, and Manny’s hands are busy sketching shapes on his journal while he talks about a casino in Reno he claims he once broke even in. I can’t decide if he’s lying or if he’s just good at telling stories. Ray's quietly doing his planks. It's like he's almost invisible. I’m folded up small—arms looped around my ankles, chin resting on my knees—trying to disappear into the noise of their banter. They’re running through the usual topics: last night’s basketball game, a guard’s new car, a rumor about a food shipment that might actually be edible. Their words wash over me, but none of it sticks.All I can think about is Jordan.I haven’t seen him since I walked away from the table this morning. It took every ounce of willpower not to follow him, not to chase after his impossible demands, not to give in to that strange pull he has. Now, I’m scanning the a

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

Chapter 85: Pleasure Against Rules

Jordan“Have you ever felt pleasure and pain at the same time?”My voice comes out lower than I intend—like a purr slipping past my teeth.Quincy’s eyes go round, his knuckles pale where they’re clamped around my ankle. The tremor in his hands betrays him even if his face tries not to.“What? No.” His stare drops to the joint he’s massaging, as though the tibiotalar itself has the answer. “How the hell is that even possible?”I almost smile. He has no idea.It is possible. Fuck, it’s happening right now. Every glide of his slender fingers over my tender ankle feels like a live wire under my skin, turning me into a needy mess. It isn’t a normal reaction—I know that. Anyone else touching me wouldn’t even stir a flicker. But Quincy does. Quincy turns nerve endings into open mouths.Pain flares from my injury; pleasure coils low and hot in my pelvis. They fight for dominance, twisting tighter until I can barely breathe. I feel it swelling under my shirt, traitorous and urgent.I tighten m

Last Updated : 2025-09-26

Chapter 86: My Pretence Breaks

QuincyA fog of pleasure swirls around my head—hungry and dangerous—as yellow spots line my vision. Jordan slides his briefs down and kicks them away until he’s only in his birthday suit. I try to look away, but I realize with daunting clarity that it’s virtually impossible to ignore the man in front of me. During the past months, I had to stop myself from studying his extravagant tattoos, because that would mean I was staring lecherously—and I couldn’t possibly be caught doing that. Right now, however, I don’t seem to care. Could be because I just let him give me yet the second-best blowjob of my life. I could deny it all I want, but the truth is: Jordan Vexley is… good-looking—inside and out. I wasn’t one to get jealous of a man’s physic, but Jordan’s is one to envy… and drool on. And I’m saying this because the undeniable truth is that, right now, I’m salivating as if I’m staring at him like he’s a hot Margherita pizza.What makes him more ethereal is the beautiful yet dangerous ta

Last Updated : 2025-09-27

Chapter 87: No Gag Reflex

JordanHeat coils low in my stomach like a live wire. I can’t remember the last time someone stripped me down past every line I’d drawn and left me trembling in my own skin. Quincy—Preppy—is on his knees, and I’m watching him, barely breathing. Every sound that leaves him sounds like a prayer and a dare at the same time, and it hits me somewhere I don’t have words for.I mutter things I’ve never said to anyone: instructions, praise, warnings. He obeys, then pushes further, like he’s intent on testing how much control I really have. His mouth is hot, slick, hungry, and I feel myself coming apart under the onslaught. The way he looks up at me—wide-eyed, reckless, shameless—makes it worse. Makes it better. Makes it dangerous.I’m aware of nothing but him and the pulse pounding through my body. My hands are on him, steadying him, guiding him, and yet I’m the one who feels guided. Every time he moans, I feel something in me loosen. Every time I praise him, he goes deeper into some state wh

Last Updated : 2025-09-29

Chapter 88: Bruised Pleasure

Quincy I believe everyone’s programmed in different ways to fuck up in diverse situations.No one’s perfect. And if anyone was, they may be seated with Jesus up in the heavens.Earth’s where men like me fuck up—from masterminding the murder of two men while incarcerated, to cumming down my cellie's throat. And I crowned it all by performing fellatio on my cellie.The most upheaval month of my entire existence.I don’t know what hits harder—the rush of pleasure still wrung out of me, or the tidal wave of horror slamming against it. My body hasn’t stopped trembling, even though the mess we’ve made is cooling fast against my skin. My throat tastes of salt and slick heat, and my chest heaves like I just sprinted a mile. I fell limply next to Jordan on his bed after coming down from that high, his menthol balm pressed against my ribs. The main reason we went back into our cell was long forgotten, swept over by lust.I’m frozen, staring right back at his bright blue eyes like he’s some sor

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

Chapter 89: No Reassurance

Edward The mayor’s face looked pale under the harsh lights of the press briefing. Cameras clicked like mechanical insects, each flash capturing the tightness in his jaw, the way his fingers gripped the podium as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. I’m seated in my office, peering at the wide screen on the wall broadcasting every word.“…we are aware of the recent violence at Blackbridge Correctional Facility. The investigation is ongoing. I can only assure us that the safety of both inmates and staff remains our highest priority…”I clenched my teeth, annoyance bubbling up from deep within. What’s this twat talking about? My gut twisted. Every speech sounded detached and rehearsed. I’ve been around enough politicians to know how they handle matters that mean nothing to them. They tend to speak words that smooth over panic, not address it. But I wasn’t the public—I was a father. And my son was locked behind those steel gates where men were being slaughtered like cattle.I m

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

Chapter 90: Dead Tapes Surfaces

Jordan My ankle still throbbed, but compared to the fire it had been a week ago, it was a dull ember now—annoying but bearable. I’d learned to walk without limping too much, at least when people were watching. So when the guard escorted me back down the hall toward Bill’s office for the second time in as many weeks, I made damn sure I looked like I owned the ground I was stepping on. He should see that I'm fit for the “investigation”One day of massage and a mind-blowing blowjob was enough to dull the pains in my ankle a little. I've gotten more than what I wished for after hurting myself intentionally. The truth and pleasure packed in a wave of hysteria.Bill’s already leaning back in his chair, sleeves rolled up, tie loose like he’s been wrestling paperwork all morning. He greets me with that half-smile of his—the kind that says he sees more than he lets on.“Jordan,” he says, eyes flicking to my leg, “Kid, I'm hoping to get a good report about that leg of yours after exhausting fo

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

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