Page 45 of Sweet Shots

“Fuck,” he hisses, banging his head against the wall—once, twice, three times before a sob escapes him.

“Clean up your mess and make me come,” I growl.

He drops to his knees, opening his mouth. I feed him my cock and he sucks me into his mouth, using his tongue to lick up as much of the mess as he can. As he tries to get it all, it drips down my shaft, down his chin. I step forward and his head hits the wall. I steady myself with my palm against it and the other gripping his jaw. Then I fuck his mouth.

“Open wide. Take all of me.”

He opens his mouth, and I shove my dick further down his throat, loving how it tightens each time I hit the back. He gags, spit dripping down his chin and my balls. Tears spill out of his eyes.

“I’m going to come,” I tell him right before I do. Pressing to the back of his throat, he chokes and gags on my dick but swallows every bit of me down. When the orgasm subsides, I get him to his feet, fix his pants and pull off my shirt to wipe his mouth.

“Sit at the table,” I tell him. And he goes. “I’m guessing you haven’t had lunch yet?”

“No,” he says, but sounds distracted. Confused, probably. My head is telling me he needs space, but every other part of me wants to hover. That’s what I do. I want him to know that I meant what I said, and I’ll be there to take care of him.

I get him a glass of cold water, putting it on the table in front of him, then get to work in the kitchen, making lunch. I glance at him now and then. He’s barely moved. Nothing outside of drinking the water.

Mikah will get used to this. Once he realizes that I’m serious and I’m not going away, that I want to take care of him, he’ll give in. It’s just going to take a little bit of time. And I’ve got all the time in the world.

I put my laptop on the dining table beside Mikah and pull the chair closer to him. We just finished eating lunch, he’s hardly said a word to me, but when I asked if he wanted to look over the video, he agreed.

Flipping open the screen, I type in my password and stifle my smile as I catch the look on his face when he sees the video already open.

“Have you watched this already?”

“Guilty,” I say, sneaking a glance at him. “Wanna know how many times I came to it?”

His cheeks go pink, and fuck, that’s sexy.

“Just pull up the frames,” he says, gesturing to the computer.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

I change the view of the video so we can look at the frames, and he scoots closer, nudging me out of the way to get control of the mouse pad. I let him do his thing, because it’s adorable when he takes charge. But it’s even more adorable how serious he’s taking this. I used to take my job seriously. Then Mikah happened.

Now, all I want to take is him. Over and over and over again, while he cries out my name and begs me to go harder.

Mikah shakes his head, huffing out an annoyed sound.

“There is no way to make it look like I…”

“Lasted longer?”

His jaw clenches. “Yeah.”

“I think it’s hot as fuck.”

“Well, I don’t need everyone who watches it thinking I can’t last.”

“Don’t think anyone will think that.”

“They could.”

“Well, you know the way to fix it then.”

“Yeah, make a new video.”

“No, make asecondvideo.”

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