Page 57 of Sweet Shots

“No, but you’ll like this,” I say, tearing at his jeans to get them open. He’s so hard, straining against the material. I rip them open, shoving them down and going down with them.

I free his dick from his briefs and take him into my mouth, sucking hard on the tip, the salty taste of his pre-cum exploding on my tongue.

“Fuck,” he hisses, fixing his stance so his feet are wider apart.

“When you do things I like, I’ll reward you,” I tell him, dragging my lips under his dick to find his balls and sucking them into my mouth, one at a time. “I’ll give you all the praise in the world for being a good boy for me.”

He groans, gripping my hair and guiding me back to his dick. I take him back into my mouth, holding on to his thighs as I bob on his length. When he tries thrusting deeper, I press him against the door, mumbling anothat’s inaudible due to his cock in my mouth, but he gets the point.

Just because I’m on my knees for you doesn’t mean you’re in charge.

I release his dick, taking over with my hand as I look up at him. His jaw is tense, face full of bliss.

“You’re going to come for me,” I tell him. He nods, swallowing hard. “I’m going to swallow every drop you give me. Then we’re going back out there and you’re going to watch me play a game of pool with Storm.”

His eyes flash open, heated.

“Bet he’s going to look at my ass as I bend over. Wish he could fuck me.”

Mikah’s hands ball into fists, eyes dark. But he’s still so close to coming…

“He begged me to let him fuck me, but I told him no.” There’s a bit of relief on his face, but that’s only going to be there for a second before I say the next words. “I told him no because I’m the one who does the fucking, Mikah. Once my dick was in his ass, he was fine with it, though.”

Mikah growls, fuckinggrowls, and tugs on my hair so hard I think it’s going to rip from my scalp. I laugh as he forces me back onto his dick, taking out all the anger on me. It’s my favorite thing.

“Shut the fuck up, Dominic,” he spits out.

I moan around his dick, massaging his balls. I want to pull off again and keep going at him, but I don’t want to piss him off so much that I mess up his erection. So I keep doing what he wants, feeling how close he is with how hard he’s getting, how much he’s throbbing. I take him to the very back of my throat, swallowing around him, and that’s when he comes. Spurting hot cum down the back of my throat. I swallow it all, greedily taking in his sounds of pleasure as I do. When he’s getting soft in my mouth, I get to my feet, lean in and kiss him.

“It’s nice having the confidence to take what you want, isn’t it?” I ask in a low tone. I grip his chin, leaning in to kiss himagain. “You’ll always get what you want from me, Mikah. All you have to do is ask.”

He’s panting, eyes wild. He says nothing, and that’s okay. I rest my head on his shoulder, put my hands around his waist, and hug him. Mikah freezes for a second before he relaxes and his hands come around me, his face resting on my shoulder, too.

“When you’re feeling overwhelmed by the world, just find my arms. They’ll always open for you,” I whisper.

Hugs are underrated. We don’t get enough of them. I’m pretty sure half of Mikah’s issues stem from him not getting enough hugs as a kid or as an adult. A hug can cure so many things. Boost confidence and mood. Ifeelthe tension in his body melt away as I hold on to him. His breathing evens out and we stay like that for a moment longer until I pull back.

“You good?”

He gives me a slow smile.

“Yeah.”

“You want to leave?” I ask, raising a brow.

The door budges as someone tries to get in. “What the fuck?” is muttered on the other side, then the door shakes again. “Damnit, I really gotta piss,” the person says.

I chuckle, and so does Mikah. The smile falls, and he looks unsure, staring past me. I grab his face and make him look at me, urging him with my eyes to say what he needs to say.

“I want you to do what you said,” he says quietly.

I raise a brow in question, not sure what he’s talking about.

He licks his lips, then continues. “I want you to go out there and play pool with Storm. I want you to make me jealous, so when we leave, I can…” He shakes his head, letting out a sigh. “I don’t know, but all I know is that somehow, every time you’re touching my dick, I forget anything else in this world exists. My brain stops. I need more of that.”

There’s banging on the door now. “Dominic, if that’s you in there, I swear I’ll chop your balls off!” Emmet shouts from the other side.

I kiss Mikah, a soft, chaste kiss, then pull him away from the door so I can open it.

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