Page 23 of Sweet Shots

“Well, if you guys are good, I think we can get started. Just stand over there for a sec so I can get a few practice shots, make sure the lighting is good and all that.”

We move to the wall he pointed at to get ready for the shots.

“You excited, neighbor?” I ask quietly.

“Not even a little.”

“That’s unfortunate.” I look at him from the corner of my eye. “Because I’m thrilled.”

“Okay, everything looks good,” Chad says after taking a few practice shots. “Have at it.”

There’s no way I’m letting Mikah get the upper hand, even though he told me he’d take the lead because it’s his shoot. Sorry, not sorry—not happening. I grab a bottle of chocolate sauce before Chad is even finished speaking. I pop the top and pour the chocolate down Mikah’s chest, causing him to make a soundof surprise, and just when it reaches his naval, I drop to my knees to catch it with my tongue. Putting the bottle down, I hook my fingers in Mikah’s jeans so he can’t move away, and with my tongue still on his stomach, I look up, knowing this is going to be one sexy fucking photo.

It’s the look on his face, a mix of shock and arousal, that has me getting hard in my jeans. Well, I hadn’t expected that to happen so soon.

The clicking of the camera moves behind me as Chad gets different angles of this shot. I’m pulling the big guns out right in the beginning—and fucking proud of it. I lick my way up his abs until I’m back on my feet, then suck on his neck, even though there isn’t a speck of chocolate there. I swear I hear the smallest moan leave him, but hey, I’m probably mistaken because he was very clear on what he wanted here, and this certainly wasn’t it.

I push him against the wall and hand him a glass of chocolate milk with a white and red straw.

“Hold this. Drink it. Do what you want with it.”

He takes it, looking unsure, and I guess it’s a good thing I’m here because he doesn’t seem to know what the hell he’s doing. He’s just standing around like a mannequin, waiting for me to make a move. But that’s what I love, so I’m totally fucking fine with it. Maybe it’s because he’s stunned, or maybe he’s that submissive that the moment I take charge, he gives up and lets go. The latter is more exciting.

I get the bottle of chocolate sauce and pour more on his chest, running it back and forth so it drips down almost artistically,then take my time to lick it up. Mikah holds the glass of milk out, takes a sip, does a few things that tell me he’s snapping out of it and remembering we’re here for a photoshoot and he needs to do something other than look blissed out of his mind. I mean, I like him like that, it’s hot as hell, but he’ll be pissed at me if he doesn’t get any good shots out of this. It’ll be my fault. I’m not even mad about it, becauseyes, it fucking will.Meaning, I win again.

I grab the chocolate whipped cream, drawing a line from his collarbone down to his hip in a zip-zag pattern, and work my way down with my tongue. Once I’m settled on my knees, halfway done licking it clean, there’s a sharp pain in my head and I realize Mikah has me by the hair.

I look up at him, unsure if he’s pissed or what.

The look on his face doesn’t help much. He could be really angry… or really fucking horny. Mikah pulls on my hair, yanking my head back to an uncomfortable angle and tips the glass of milk.

“Open up,” he says in a low tone—a tone that I’ll be jerking off to later, because fuck, who knew he could be sointense. When he’s angry, he’s almost childish. Petulant. Him being a brat. But this? This is so different. This is him taking charge of the situation. It’s him beingfeisty.And I don’t know if I like it or not. I’m the one in charge here. That’s how things are going to be with us. Still, this is his shoot, so I won’t push the matter now. I part my lips, openingmy mouth.

Mikah cranes my neck back more, making it painful and then he tips the glass further to pour the milk into my mouth. The camera clicks over and over again. I’m so caught up in what we’re doing I keep forgetting there’s someone else here until my mind registers the sound the camera is making.

I swallow down as much of the chocolate milk as I can, but it spills out, the semi-cold liquid dripping down my neck and chest. I bet that’s exactly what he was hoping for. When he tips the glass more, making more milk come out, I know it’s his plan, because there is no way I can swallow that much that fast. For a second, I wonder if he’s trying to get me to choke and kill me. Maybe this is anger and not horniness, after all?

“Hey, Mikah,” Chad says. “Turn to the side a little. Dominic, stay like that with your mouth open. Mikah, tilt your head back and drink some of that milk, making sure it spills out. I’ll get a great shot with him on his knees like this.”

I’ve got the image clear in my head. A side profile of us. Me on my knees, looking up at him with an open mouth and chocolate milk all over my lips, chin, and dripping down my chest. Mikah standing there, his hand in my hair holding me in place, his muscles showing off as he holds his arm up with the glass to his lips and the milk pouring down his chest. Shit, that’s hot. I’m going to need copies just for me.

“That’s so good, thanks,” Chad says. “Now, Dominic, turn so your back is to the wall. Mikah, get him the bottle of chocolate sauce and put the milk down. Stand in front of him, blocking him. Dominic, put your hands around him, gripping thechocolate sauce. From here, it’ll look like you’re giving him head. Sexy.”

We do as he says, and it’s another image I’m going to need a copy of. I swear I’m going to hang these in my house. Maybe in my bedroom, on the ceiling, so I can look at them when I come.

I can’t remember the last time my dick was aching so fucking badly. I’ll have to jerk off before we start the video, or I’ll come way too quickly. I knew I should have done that earlier this morning, but I was running late. Would have been tempted more had Mikah been interested in helping me, but of course I dare not ask him that.

“You good?” I ask softly, looking up at Mikah while Chad snaps pics.

“Great.”

I can’t tell by his tone if he means that or if he’s being sarcastic. He’s so difficult to read sometimes. I swear I knew exactly how to get to him, but now that we’re here, in an element he must be more comfortable in, he’s like a different person. Or maybe he’s this different person because he’s uncomfortable. He doesn’t do group things, and maybe this is his way of disassociating to make himself deal with what’s going on. I can’t tell, but I’m curious as fuck to know how his brain works.

I can’t wait to see how he is when we make the video. He’s been as hard as I am this entire time, and I bet if I called him out on it, he’d give some lame excuse. There’s no way he’d ever let me think it’s because of me or something I’m doing. But then I gesture to the bed, and he goes. See, all he needs is a firm hand,and he’s like putty. Yet now and then, he fights for control. Typical brat, I guess. Just doing things to be put in his place. He craves structure and expectations.

“Head off the bed,” I tell him.

Frowning, he does as I say. I get to my knees, grab my newest favorite bedroom tool—the chocolate sauce—and pour it all over his lips. Before he can argue, I lean down and drag my tongue along those chocolaty full lips, and I hardly have to work to get him to open his mouth. I swipe my tongue along his in a slow, sensual movement, and I don’t miss the way his breath hitches. I suck on his tongue, then lick up the chocolate all around his mouth as my hand spreads onto his chest, down to his abs. Raking my fingernails back up, I cause him to arch into my hand. The camera is going crazy.

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