Page 31 of Fox and Nitro
“You know what Karly? Maybe I will,” I grin as I pull out my own sheet of crisp white paper and the pencil with the pencil grip on it.
Now, to wait for the two hottest men I’ve ever known to walk through those doors.
Nitro
I grab my Lego pass and follow Fox down the hall to Jazz’s class. I have no idea how the hell he remembers which hall to go down, this place is set out like a rabbit warren. I’m about to give him shit for it but I spy Jazz’s colorful door at the end of the hall. Fox stops abruptly, and I end up bumping my hard cock into his ass. It may have taken me a little time to get on the same page as Fox as far as Jazz is concerned, but now that I am, the thought of watching him and her fucking for me has me hard enough to pound nails.
Fox spins to look at me with a smirk on his face, before it melts, replaced with uncharacteristic nerves. “Do I look OK?”
Does he look OK? He looks fucking delicious.
I grip him behind his neck, pulling him in, my mouth to his ear. “You look good enough to fucking eat. Smell good too. I can’t wait to taste your cock as soon as we get out of here.” I pull back after nipping at his lobe, his dark eyes hazy.
I take a step back from him so we can both calm the bulges in our jeans. The last thing we need is to be walking round a special ed school with hard dicks.
“Besides, we spent the morning making sure we look good,” I remind him.
I made sure I had my beard trimmed, no out of place nose hairs and my hair looking good. I know after Moss shared his horror story posing for these kids that the last thing I need isthem giving me shit. Fox felt the same and his usually sexily tousled hair is slicked back tidily. I can’t wait to run my fingers through it and mess it up later.
I take the lead, making my way to Jazz’s class, gently knocking on her door before entering. I freeze in place for a moment as I’m hit with the warmth of her smile. God, she’s beautiful. Between her smile and the heat of Fox at my back, I’m not sure I’ll survive the class, let alone the thought of being with the two of them. They’re too good, too pure, too -
“You got this babe. Just breathe and let me do the talking. And before you freak out, you deserve everything you want in this life and more,” Fox murmurs, placing his hand on my shoulder, the weight of it enough to calm the thoughts.
“Look everyone, it’s our fancy models for the day, Deputies Ellison and Gardiner!” Jazz waves her hands around in the air, to hype us up.
We get a lukewarm response from the kids. Elio looks up at us, then goes back to whatever it was he was doing and Rodney points two fingers at his eyes, then at me, then back to himself, letting me know he’s watching me. Jackson, the tiny boy in the wheelchair stares wide-eyed while a couple of the little girls give me shy waves and then giggle behind their hands. Jazz beckons us closer, then leans in, her fresh almost green apple scent washing over me, filling my senses with everything her.
“Sorry, but it seems some of the girls have developed crushes on you two.” She looks up at me then glances at Fox from under her lashes and tries to hide her smile, so as not to give away our conversation.
“Their secret is safe with me,” I whisper, my lips tipping up at the edge.
Fox mimes zipping his lips and throwing away the key then hits Jazz with a wink.
“Hey! No winking at the teacher! And no flirting on my time!” Rodney says, whilst mean mugging Fox.
“Rodney! There is no flirting going on anywhere. Especially not in this classroom.” She gives him a stern look and I realize what a precarious situation I’ve put myself in.
That look does something to me and I avert my eyes and stare at the wall. The wall where there’s a painting of what seems to be a huge, brown dick painted in the middle of what looks to be trees. Of course it has Rodney’s name on it.
Fox groans quietly behind me as Jazz continues to use that teacher voice and face on the kids, going over what’s appropriate in front of guests.
“She needs to stop that, I can not pop a chubby in front of a class of special ed kids,” Fox hisses.
I try to keep my snort to a minimum, but all that does is draw the attention of the little boy in the wheelchair who stares at me until I have to look away. To be out-stared by a kid with glasses the size of binoculars is humbling.
“OK deputies, if you could just pop up here,” Jazz places her hand on my forearm to guide me to a makeshift platform but I’m rooted to the spot from where her hand has sent an electric wave through my body.
Fucking hell man get it together! Instead of doing anything cool, calm, or collected I just nod my head like a bobblehead and hope for the best.
“Ok, how do you want me?” Her eyes flash with what I’m hoping is heat and a blush rises up her chest, interesting. Her gaze darts away and she clears her throat.
“Um, well, the kids have a suggestion box of how they would like our models to pose.” She manhandles me to the side a little, then moves Fox to stand beside me. “So, if I just get you two to stand like that for now,” she backs away, hands up as if we’re going to run at any moment.
Like we would even try. I know Fox has been all in since the night of the club, and since I pulled my head out of my ass I know that I’m on the same page as well. In all our talks about what we wanted from a woman, she’s it. Kind, thoughtful, sassy, family oriented and fucking gorgeous. It’s a bonus that she has a great family and a mom who isn’t above stabbing people who deserve it.
“OK class, let’s have Elio come up and do the draw!” Jazz says in a perky voice.
Elio looks like he’d rather have the earth open up and swallow him whole, but he does as he’s told, very slowly moving to the front of the class where Jazz holds a colourful bucket with what must be the kids names all over it. She shakes it around, spinning this way and that, even grips it by the handle and makes a full circle with her arm, and the kids go wild. I get it, it’s a cool trick.
