Page 99 of Sweet Shots

This guy is full of shit. It’s not a persona. He really is a dick. Why he’s over here trying to play nice with me doesn’t make anygoddamn sense. Unless he wants something. Not sure what it could be, but who knows?

“If you ever think about doing videos with women, let me know. Stella is up for it.”

Ah, okay. That’s what this is about. Of course he would want me to make a video with him and his girl. The money that would make…

“Thanks, but I’m not making videos with anyone who isn’t my boyfriend right now.” What I really wanted to say was we’d make a video with him because I know he doesn’t do gay content… but what if? The last thing I need is for him to agree to something like that—because I don’t wanna do it.

“Right. Sure. Okay, cool. Whatever.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow? At the expo?”

“Sure thing.” He pats me on the shoulder and then takes off.

Guy is a fucking mess.

“Come on, let’s get going,” I say in Mikah’s ear as we make our way through the main club to get to the exit. The music gets louder as we go, the heat increasing by at least fifteen degrees.

“Hell no,” he says, smiling. “I wanna dance with you s’more.”

I chuckle. “But you’re trashed!”

“Don’t care. Come on, baby. Come dance with me,” he pleads, taking my hands and tugging on them.

Unable to tell this man no, we make our way into the crowd instead of toward the door, find a spot to fit in between the writhing bodies, and we dance.

With his back to my front, his firm ass rubbing all over my dick, we dance to the beat of whatever song is playing. It’s some dance mix of a few mashed-up songs. I run my hands up and down Mikah’s body, over his abs, along his chest, to his throat. My dick gets harder with each swipe of his ass along it, and all I can think about is fucking him. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside him, and likely at this point won’t be until some point tomorrow. By the time we get back to the hotel, we won’t be fucking. He needs to sleep this off, and maybe I’ll wake him up in the morning with my tongue in his ass.

He’s a good dancer. He knows how to move his body, which is impressive considering he can hardly walk straight. I wouldn’t take him as someone who knows how to dance, but I guess everyone can if they’ve had enough vodka.

Everything we do together is too perfect. It seems almost unreal. To think, just a month ago, we didn’t talk. He hated me and I just wanted to make his life hell. I still like getting him all flustered, but now it’s for different reasons. The pink of his cheeks and annoyance in his eyes does things to me. It’s adorable.

Mikah turns, throwing his arms around my neck and thrusting his hips against me. We move together, dicks rubbing. He groans in my ear, burying his face in my neck. I hold on to him for dear life, thinking of nothing else but how good he feels against me. Our hot bodies are full of sweat and unable to get close enough to each other. I wish I could bury myself inside his soul and keep it safe forever. This man is heaven-sent,and sometimes I wonder if it’s my mother’s doing. Maybe she’s looking out for me, and this is her way of doing it.

“I love your dick,” he says in my ear, and I hardly hear him over the music. I squeeze his sides, letting him know I like what he said.

He’s so relaxed like this, and I love that he has no problem saying what he means. Drunk and when I’m in charge, he tells me what’s on his mind. Other times it’s a struggle for him. He’s learning, getting used to it, but it’s going to take time. I love seeing him coming out of his shell, love knowing that I’m the cause of it.

“It’s yours as long as you want it,” I say, causing him to let out a little laugh.

“Let’s get outta here.”

“Yeah?” I ask.

He nods, licking his lips. “Need some water first.”

I kiss his lips, then lead us out of the dancing bodies and toward the bar where I order him a water. “Stay here and let me get our jackets.”

He nods, sucking down the water, his eyes closed and looking like he’s in euphoria. I laugh to myself. He is so drunk.

I head to the front of the club, where the coat check is, to get our coats.

“Hey, you heading out?” I look around at the sound of the voice, having a feeling whoever spoke is talking to me. My gaze lands on Trent.

“Yeah, Mikah is ready for bed,” I answer.

He bites on his bottom lip, stepping closer to me. “I’m so proud of us for today. We did good.”

“Yeah, we did,” I agree, moving to the guy behind the counter because it’s my turn. I dig the ticket out of my pocket and hand it over. He disappears into the back to find our coats..

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