Page 61 of Sweet Shots

How do I make that decision? I’ve never done this before. I’m not sure how things work, what the possibilities are, what I’m okay with and what I won’t be okay with.

Dominic and I have only just officially started dating. Hell, we’ve only just officially met. Though we’ve fucked a few times already, that doesn’t mean we’re pros at this yet. We’ve barely worked out our own relationship terms, never mind adding someone else into it.

It’s been so long since I’d been with another person, I feel rusty in that subject to begin with. Hopefully Storm doesn’t notice that. I don’t want to ruin this for him—or for Dominic. This is supposed to be about fun. It’s supposed to be—

“We’ll use colors,” Dominic suggests, stepping between Storm and me to block my view, so I can only see him. Ifocus on his bright blue eyes and something inside me calms. I let out a breath and nod.

“All you have to do is say red and we stop what we’re doing, no questions asked,” he says, looking from me to over his shoulder. “Yellow means you’re unsure and we need to slow down. Got it?” He turns back to me.

“Got it,” I say.

“Totally got it,” Storm agrees.

When Dominic moves back, Storm is already taking his shirt off. He has a great body. Defined abs, narrow waist, broad shoulders.

“You like looking at him?” Dominic’s voice is low, rough. I swallow hard, and though I know I should sayno, I don’t like looking at him, I like looking at you, I don’t say that at all.

I tilt my chin the slightest bit and say, “Yes.”

The heat that flares in his eyes is electric. I swear I feel it radiating off him.

“Is that so?” he asks so low I almost don’t hear him.

“Yep,” I respond, holding back the grin that wants to form on my lips. I like seeing this reaction from him. Like knowing that I can make him as jealous as he makes me. Something about it makes me feel more confident; makes it easier to believe that he cares about me. Maybe that’s not the right way to go about this, but I don’t care.

“Then you won’t mind sucking his cock,” Dominic responds, raising a brow.

Storm is grinning as he watches the exchange between me and Dominic.

“Get naked, and get on the bed,” I tell Storm.

Dominic’s eyes are on us as Storm continues to get undressed, his impressive cock springing free. He’s thick and veiny. It’s a nice cock, but not as big as Dominic. I can see why he does porn.

He gets on the bed, moving to the top and I crawl after him, fully clothed, hoping it shows Dominic how badly I want this. I want to get him all frustrated. Angry, maybe. I want him to be rough with me. He wants to tell me I’m a brat? I’ll act like a brat. Seems to come naturally to me anyway. I do things to annoy him because I like the way he responds. I like his attention and his punishment.

“Make him mad,” Storm mutters quietly so only I can hear, and then he winks. I dip down to kiss him, just a quick, messy kiss, before I kiss down his body and settle between his legs. I drag my tongue around the head of his dick, smiling up at him. He watches me, eyes falling half closed as I tease him with my mouth, kissing, licking, sucking on the thick vein that runs along the bottom. When his eyes flick behind me, I’m hyper-aware of Dominic and wondering what he must be doing back there.

Is he watching? Jerking off? Did he get naked or pull his dick out? Is he mad? Jealous? Does he want to punish me?

I get an answer when there’s a dip in the bed, and a large hand runs along my ass. He reaches around my waist to undo the button and fly of my jeans, tugging them down over my ass.I keep my attention on Storm, who seems to really be enjoying this. Not only what I’m doing, but the whole show. At least, that’s what I’m assuming by the look on his face as his gaze darts from me to Dominic and back. It’s like he doesn’t know who he wants to watch.

“You truly are a brat, you know that, Mikah?” Dominic asks from behind me. I don’t answer. I’m too busy sucking off his friend.

Dominic pulls my boxer briefs down all the way to my knees, then runs his hand along my ass again. When it’s gone, I whimper at the loss, only to suck in a sharp breath a second later when his hand comes down in a sharp slap. My reaction is to clench every part of me, including my mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” Storm hisses, body tensing. “I like it rough but watch the teeth.” He’s speaking to me, but his eyes are on Dominic. He knows it wasn’t my fault. I release Storm from my mouth and glare at Dominic over my shoulder, noting he’s still fully dressed.

“Red?” he asks.

“No.”

“Yellow then.”

“No,” I grit out.

“Then get back to sucking his dick,” he demands.

With a huff, I do. Storm is smiling away, moving his hand to the back of my head, guiding me deeper. I take as much of him as I can. He hits the back of my throat and there’s still so much more to take. What’s really hot about this situation is thatDominic doesn’t seem to care I’m choking on a dick that isn’t his. I love how confident he is, because I’m not quite sure I’d feel the same way if the tables were turned. Who knows, though? We’re all here… so I guess we’re going to find out.

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