Page 78 of Sweet Shots

“I mean in general, Dominic. You’re always so calm. You don’t let anything bother you. You’ve got thick skin. How do you do it?”

We’ve had similar conversations before. Mikah seems to be fascinated with how easily I let things roll off my back. I’m not really sure how I do it, I just do. It’s something I learned a long time ago.

“Practice, I guess.”

I take the exit that’ll get me onto the highway and merge into the lane. I feel Mikah staring at me, but I don’t look at him. He does that sometimes, just stares at me. If he needs to do that to figure things out, go ahead. I won’t bother him. I like that he likes what he sees. But when I hear the click of the seatbelt, I whip my head in his direction.

“Hey, safety first. Put that seatbelt back on.”

He shifts, leaning over to grab my junk. I grunt at the suddenness of it.

“I’m going to do something crazy right now.”

“Is that so?” I ask, humored.

He undoes my jeans, pulls the zip down, and frees my dick that’s already growing stiff at the thought of him touching it.

“You ever get road head before?” he asks, giving my dick a firm stroke.

“Don’t think so,” I say, and that’s the truth. I’ve done a lot of stuff sexually but getting down and dirty in my car isn’t the way I like to do things. It’s cramped and I don’t want stains on the upholstery. “Also, I don’t think road head is considered crazy. Making porn, though? That’s crazy.”

“I don’t even show my face.”

“But I bet thousands of people would recognize that gorgeous dick of yours.”

He smiles at me, his eyes shining. “You think my dick is gorgeous?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

“You’re just saying that, so I’ll suckyourdick.”

“You were going to do that anyway,” I remind him.

“Hm, you’re right.”

He dips his head, running his tongue through the slit of my dick, causing my hips to buck and my foot to press a little too hard on the gas.

“Shit,” I mutter. “Sorry.”

“Better keep yourself together, Dominic. Don’t want to wreck with me not having a seatbelt on.”

“You expect me to come with that kind of stress?” I ask.

His response is to chuckle, then swallow my dick.

Coming from blowjobs was already a struggle for me. Though, it hasn’t been since being with Mikah. It’s a mix of his eagerness, him allowing me to do what I want to him, and the attraction and feelings I have for him.

I keep two hands on the wheel, focusing way too hard on how fast I’m going and keeping my limbs in control. No sudden movements. It’s not easy with the pleasure coursing through me. After a moment of him bobbing on my dick, he releases me and I can breathe.

“Look at you doing a good job.”

“I’m sorry, did we switch rolls or something?”

He laughs again. “Everyone deserves praise now and again.” He strokes my dick lazily. “I like seeing you like this.”

“Terrified?” I bark out, glancing in the side mirror.

“Distressed.”

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