Page 38 of Sweet Shots

“It’s what you’re going to do for me right now.”

“It is?”

“Yes.” He nods, toeing off his shoes and shrugging out of his shirt, which he drapes at the end of the bed. “Give me your mouth, baby. Busy your mind by pleasuring me.”

Fucking hell.Yes.

I slide the book onto the nightstand and move to him, lying on my back and resting my head off the edge of the bed. He reaches into his briefs and pulls his dick out, already hard and leaking. He drags the warm plump head across my lips, the salty taste of his pre-cum slipping into my mouth. I dart my tongue out to lick it up and he takes the opportunity to slip it between my lips. I rest my head back more, allowing him to slide all the way to the back of my throat. He groans, pausing as his dick throbs, causing me to gag. Dominic chuckles and pulls out.

“You like sucking my cock?” he asks.

“Yes. More please.” I open my mouth, and he goes right back in.

“Your mouth feels so good.” He brushes his fingers along my cheek, and I suck in a breath. “You’re so good to me, letting me use your mouth like this.”

His fingers stay on my cheek, barely touching me, but touching enough that I feel him there. It’s such a gentle, intimate touch. Dominic uses my mouth slowly, hitting the back of my throat now and then. Sometimes I gag, sometimes I don’t. Saliva pools in my mouth, and my dick is so hard. Too hard. I’m throbbing too much, aching too badly. I’m not going to last. And that’s something I hadn’t expected to deal with today.

I also hadn’t expected to feel so much damn emotion over this man using my mouth for his own pleasure. Yet, here we are.

Chapter Fourteen

Dominic

I took a risk doing this. He told me he wanted me to take charge and possibly put him out of his comfort zone, so that’s what I’m doing. Only he doesn’t seem very uncomfortable. He seems the complete opposite. More relaxed than I’ve ever seen him before; even prior to him coming over here the first time. When I’d see him in his house alone, he always looked tense. But now? He’s almost in a trance. It’s sexy as all hell. I tighten my grip on his face the slightest bit, pressing my thumb on his chin to urge him wider so I can go deeper.

“Such a good boy taking my cock.”

He moans—or tries to. It comes out a little gurgly from all the drool pooled in his mouth. His hips are moving against nothing, his hard cock looking for pressure. There’s a big wet spot on his briefs where the tip of his dick rests and knowing how much pre-cum is leaking from him has me even harder.

“My boy likes pleasing me,” I comment, running my free hand down his chest, over his abs, and teasing my fingers inside his waistband. His hips move up more, seeking my hand. His dick throbs so hard I see it. I can’t be sure, but I think maybe he’s close already. Which is a bit of a surprise considering we’ve just gotten started, but after seeing him come twice already, I’m pretty sure that’s what’s happening here. And I fucking love it.

The thought of him losing control with me is the best kind of flattery. He keeps himself together well, for the most part. I see through his cracks, though. He’s pieced together this armor around him, built of all these little things he’s picked up over the years to protect himself. Only problem is that a rough gust of wind will knock it down. And here I am, like a damn tornado, coming at him full speed. I want what’s inside that armor. I want his trauma, his pain, his hurt. I want it all and I want to make it better. I want to fix it. I want to makehimbetter.

I step back, pulling my dick from his mouth. I keep my hand on his face, gently brushing my fingers along his cheek as he gasps for breath, tiny whimpers coming out here and there.

“Hands on the headboard. Bend over.”

He doesn’t hesitate, not for a second. I grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand and toss it on the bed just as he gets into position. I kick out of my pants and boxers, lean over the bed and tug his down to mid thigh. Then I do something I’ve been wanting to do since I first saw his ass. I spread his cheeks and dive in.

“Oh, fuck!” He pushes against my mouth, seeking more of my tongue, so I slip it inside his tight little hole. I’ve dreamed of this, thought of how good he would taste, and it’s better than I could have ever imagined. I fuck him slowly while gripping his cheeks, massaging them. When I move away, I nip at his ass, then grab the lube, getting some on my hand and dragging it along his crease, pausing at his hole and rubbing my finger in a circular motion around it. It tenses and puckers against my touch and I slip it inside, all the way.

“Oh my god,” he mutters, breathing heavily and resting his forehead against the headboard.

I find his prostate, carefully stroking it.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, his body trembling. “I’m—fuck, you need to stop,” he whines, almost sounding like he may be crying. “Please, stop. Please, I’m going to—”

His grip tightens on the headboard so hard it creaks, and he starts pulsing on my finger. I witness his cum splattering against the headboard as he makes a mix of a whimpering and moaning sound that is so fucking beautiful, I want to hear it all the time. I’m panting, needing so much more of him after that.

He tenses once his orgasm subsides, and I remove my finger from him.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fucking, fuck!” He slams his hand against the wall and gets up, shoving his briefs up and darting toward the door, but I move in front of him before he gets there.

“Don’t you dare run from me,” I growl, staring down at him and ready to throw him over my shoulder and toss him on the bed if he so much as tries to duck around me.

Mikah blinks, and there are tears shining in his eyes. He isn’t sad though. He’s emotional from what just happened. Embarrassed probably. I don’t give him an opportunity to speak, I make sure to speak quickly enough that he doesn’t get further lost in his thoughts.

“If you think that’s the only time you’re coming tonight, you’re crazy.” His eyes widen. He’s still panting. I slip my hand against his throat. He seemed to like that before, and this time is no different. Something changes in his eyes. I don’t squeeze, don’t even apply pressure. I just rest it there. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard next time, you won’t be able to walk home. Now get over there, clean up the mess you made, and let’s keep going.”

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