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“Yeah, you said—” I stop talking when Mikah yanks on my arm, pulling me toward the couch. He shoves me onto it so hard it slides back about a foot, then he’s tearing his shirt off and crawling into my lap.

“Fuck, if all I needed to do was buy a new couch to make you want my dick so bad—”

“I always want your dick, Dominic. Now shut up and give it to me.”

Chapter Forty-One

Mikah

“You missed me,” Dominic rasps out when I tug on his shirt.

“Yes.”

“You going to show me how much by riding my cock?”

“Fucking right, I am,” I say, frantically pulling his shirt off, needing to see his body. I toss it away, then scoot back to get to the button on his jeans. His dick is straining against the material, and it has my mouth watering. So, when I pull at his pants to get them off, I get to my knees in the process. He works on kicking his pants off while I take his dick in my mouth, sucking on the head and savoring his flavor. He pulses in my mouth, a salty bead of pre-cum landing on my tongue. Fuck, I missed his taste.

Licking him from balls to tip, I take him to the back of my throat, getting him nice and wet and even harder for me. He groans, his breathing already getting ragged. Finally his pants are off and he spreads his legs wider, so I move closer, rubbing his balls while I make love to his dick with my mouth.

By the sounds he’s making and how hard his dick is, I’m pretty sure he’s already close. Which isn’t normal for him, but after us not fucking for a while, and hopefully him not sleeping with anyone in the meanwhile, I can see why it would be quick.

He thrusts his hips up in time with my movements, and when I know he’s just about there, I stop, gripping his dick at the base and squeezing.

“I want you to come in me,” I pant. He looks down at me, seemingly horrified.

Doesn’t feel so good, does it? Wanting and needing to come but being refused.

“I’m not fucking you without lube,” he grits out.

I look around. “Don’t you have some hidden around here somewhere?”

“Why in the world would I?” I look at him and just blink. He knows why, and so do I. Because that was part of his thing, but… “Are you going to hold this shit over my head forever?” he asks, not unkindly.

“No. I’m sorry. It wasn’t meant to be a dig. I just want lube, so I can ride your cock.”

He smirks, then gets up and I fall back on my ass. Offering me his hand, he pulls me up, his hand going to my throat. He kisses me harshly, then whispers, “Get your ass upstairs so I can fuck you properly then.”

Fuck yes.

I swear I’ve never moved faster in my life, tripping over my bag by the stairs in the process. Once I’m in the bedroom, I get my clothes off as quickly as I can and get on the bed.

Dominic digs through his drawer and pulls out the lube. I roll over, getting to my hands and knees.

“Nope. On your back. Here,” he says, pointing to the edge of the bed. I do as he says, and line my ass up with the edge of the mattress. His hands slide underneath my thighs, pushing them back and spreading them wider. “Hold them here,” he tells me.

I do, swallowing hard as he stares down at me. His dick bobs, and I smile to myself, knowing he likes what he sees. If he didn’t, well, I wouldn’t be here, right? That’s what I have to keep telling myself.

Dominic tips the bottle of lube over me, drizzling it all over my dick, balls, and ass. It’s cold, and I hiss, but when he rubs it in, it feels damn good. His hands are perfect, and I’ve missed his touch. I accepted I’m going to come quickly, and I’m sure he knows it too. But he also knows it’s not one and done with me, so we will be at this for a while. I’ve accepted a lot of things about myself over our time apart. All I need to work on now is trusting that Dominic means what he says, and he likes everything about me, even if I don’t. I’m learning to, but not there yet.

His finger grazes over my hole, reminding me that I’m with him now and that’s more important than anything else.

“You missed my fingers,” he says as I moan.

“Mhm,” I say, licking my lips.

Slipping a finger inside, he goes all the way in. I moan again, this time longer and lower.

“So much,” I add. “So fucking much, Dominic.”

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