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Chapter Fourteen

Dominic

I took a risk doing this. He told me he wanted me to take charge and possibly put him out of his comfort zone, so that’s what I’m doing. Only he doesn’t seem very uncomfortable. He seems the complete opposite. More relaxed than I’ve ever seen him before; even prior to him coming over here the first time. When I’d see him in his house alone, he always looked tense. But now? He’s almost in a trance. It’s sexy as all hell. I tighten my grip on his face the slightest bit, pressing my thumb on his chin to urge him wider so I can go deeper.

“Such a good boy taking my cock.”

He moans—or tries to. It comes out a little gurgly from all the drool pooled in his mouth. His hips are moving against nothing, his hard cock looking for pressure. There’s a big wet spot on his briefs where the tip of his dick rests and knowing how much pre-cum is leaking from him has me even harder .

“My boy likes pleasing me,” I comment, running my free hand down his chest, over his abs, and teasing my fingers inside his waistband. His hips move up more, seeking my hand. His dick throbs so hard I see it. I can’t be sure, but I think maybe he’s close already. Which is a bit of a surprise considering we’ve just gotten started, but after seeing him come twice already, I’m pretty sure that’s what’s happening here. And I fucking love it.

The thought of him losing control with me is the best kind of flattery. He keeps himself together well, for the most part. I see through his cracks, though. He’s pieced together this armor around him, built of all these little things he’s picked up over the years to protect himself. Only problem is that a rough gust of wind will knock it down. And here I am, like a damn tornado, coming at him full speed. I want what’s inside that armor. I want his trauma, his pain, his hurt. I want it all and I want to make it better. I want to fix it. I want to make him better.

I step back, pulling my dick from his mouth. I keep my hand on his face, gently brushing my fingers along his cheek as he gasps for breath, tiny whimpers coming out here and there.

“Hands on the headboard. Bend over.”

He doesn’t hesitate, not for a second. I grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand and toss it on the bed just as he gets into position. I kick out of my pants and boxers, lean over the bed and tug his down to mid thigh. Then I do something I’ve been wanting to do since I first saw his ass. I spread his cheeks and dive in .

“Oh, fuck!” He pushes against my mouth, seeking more of my tongue, so I slip it inside his tight little hole. I’ve dreamed of this, thought of how good he would taste, and it’s better than I could have ever imagined. I fuck him slowly while gripping his cheeks, massaging them. When I move away, I nip at his ass, then grab the lube, getting some on my hand and dragging it along his crease, pausing at his hole and rubbing my finger in a circular motion around it. It tenses and puckers against my touch and I slip it inside, all the way.

“Oh my god,” he mutters, breathing heavily and resting his forehead against the headboard.

I find his prostate, carefully stroking it.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, his body trembling. “I’m—fuck, you need to stop,” he whines, almost sounding like he may be crying. “Please, stop. Please, I’m going to—”

His grip tightens on the headboard so hard it creaks, and he starts pulsing on my finger. I witness his cum splattering against the headboard as he makes a mix of a whimpering and moaning sound that is so fucking beautiful, I want to hear it all the time. I’m panting, needing so much more of him after that.

He tenses once his orgasm subsides, and I remove my finger from him.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fucking, fuck!” He slams his hand against the wall and gets up, shoving his briefs up and darting toward the door, but I move in front of him before he gets there .

“Don’t you dare run from me,” I growl, staring down at him and ready to throw him over my shoulder and toss him on the bed if he so much as tries to duck around me.

Mikah blinks, and there are tears shining in his eyes. He isn’t sad though. He’s emotional from what just happened. Embarrassed probably. I don’t give him an opportunity to speak, I make sure to speak quickly enough that he doesn’t get further lost in his thoughts.

“If you think that’s the only time you’re coming tonight, you’re crazy.” His eyes widen. He’s still panting. I slip my hand against his throat. He seemed to like that before, and this time is no different. Something changes in his eyes. I don’t squeeze, don’t even apply pressure. I just rest it there. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard next time, you won’t be able to walk home. Now get over there, clean up the mess you made, and let’s keep going.”

His mouth falls open, his pupils blown wide. He turns to look at the headboard, and I lean in close.

“Don’t think about it. Just listen to me. Trust that I’ve got you. Clean up your cum and put my cock in your mouth.”

He blinks again, and when his eyes open, they’re back on me with a completely different look. Excitement. Awe, maybe. I drop my hand and he goes to the bed.

“Let’s go. Clean it up.” I gesture to the headboard, where his cum is dripping down onto my pillows. Maybe I won’t even clean those up. I wouldn’t hate sleeping on a pillow that’s been cummed on by Mikah .

He climbs onto the mattress, bending over almost how he was before, sticks his tongue out, and laps up his mess.

“Good boy, baby. Yes, just like that. Use that tongue to clean that mess. Fuck, you’re being so good.”

The more I praise him, the more he lets go. The tensing in his shoulders releases and it’s almost like he forgets himself. Where he is. Who he is. Why he’s so fucking stressed out in the first place—which I would love to know, by the way. I’ll get it out of him one day, but today won’t be that day.

“Good job, baby. Now, my cock. On your knees for me.”

He gets off the bed, dropping to his knees and doesn’t hesitate to take my dick into his mouth. It softened when he freaked out, but seeing him lick up his own cum has me harder than diamonds.

“You are so good to me,” I mutter, my head falling back. “Yes, just like that. Suck harder, baby. Right there. Right fucking there.”

His tongue runs along the underside of my dick in a back-and-forth motion that’s driving me wild. My legs are shaking and if he keeps doing that, I’m bound to fall on my ass.

“You want my cum in your mouth? Want to swallow all mine too?”

He doesn’t respond, so I grasp his chin and force him to look up. God, he’s beautiful with my dick in his mouth.

“I expect answers when I ask a question.”

He makes a show of pulling my dick from his mouth, then a bigger show of licking his lips clean .

“I want you to fuck me and come in my ass.”

Fucking hell.

I grit my teeth. “Get on the fucking bed then,” I say sharply.

Mikah crawls onto the bed, looking at me. Waiting for direction.

“Take them off.” I point to his briefs. “And tell me how you want it. Hard and fast from behind? Or do you want to look at my face while I make you come again?”

His eyes flutter shut for a split second before he forces them open.

“Behind. Hard as y-you can.”

“You know what to do,” I say, getting onto the bed as he bends over. I get the lube and put more on my hand, shoving my finger back into his ass. When he’s moaning and thrusting into my hand, I add a second finger, fucking him and twisting them, scissoring them to make room for my dick. When he’s good with that, I add a third finger.

“I think you’re just about ready.”

“Yes,” he breathes out. “Please, just fuck me. Please, dammit.”

I chuckle as I lube my dick up and move behind him. We chose to forgo condoms, because we were both tested and clean, and it makes the videos more fun because they get messy.

“Make it hurt,” he says.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Please,” he whines .

I run my hand over the lower part of his back, lining my dick up with his hole.

“Don’t be mad at me for this tomorrow,” is all the warning he gets before I snap my hips forward, diving all the way in.

He cries out, burying his face into the pillow and heaving for breath.

I stay where I am, feeling him clenched tightly around my cock and rub up and down his spine soothingly. I give him a minute to catch his breath, because I know that hurt. I’m not a fan of bottoming, but I’ve been there. He will be hurting tomorrow. But it’s what he said he wanted.

When’s the last time he did this? Did he forget how badly it can hurt? Did I fuck up? Shit, I hope I didn’t fuck up. I should have waited. Lubed him up more. Gone a little slower.

“Keep… fucking… going,” he pants out through gritted teeth.

My eyes widen and I can’t help but grin.

“You are fucking perfect,” I say under my breath, then pull out and slam back in. Gripping onto his hips for leverage, I fuck him hard and fast, the loud slapping sounds filling the room. He writhes and moans, begging for more, wanting it to hurt more. I tell him how good he’s being, how good he feels. When I feel like I’m getting close, I wrap my arm around his stomach and pull his back to my chest. We’re slick with sweat and stick together. I find his cock, so fucking hard, and stroke him along with my thrusts.

“You’re going to come again for me. Make a mess all over my sheets. And then you’re going to lick them clean. And then I’m going to sleep in them so I can smell you all fucking night. I’ll wake up tomorrow hard as a fucking rock, wishing I had your ass to fuck again.”

Mikah sounds like he’s trying to talk but can’t form words. A bunch of mutters and sexy sounds come out of him. Heavy breaths and groans. It’s beautiful.

“You’re going to come for me again,” I repeat condescendingly as I tug on his dick. “You’re going to come so fucking good, baby.”

“Yes,” he hisses. “Can I? Please, can I come?”

I chuckle a low and raspy sound. “Oh yes. Please do. Come for me.”

Another thrust, another pull to his cock, and he’s crying out, his body convulsing, ass choking my dick as he sprays my sheets with his second load. I follow right behind him, releasing in his ass. I’m still so fucking pent up, that when my orgasm subsides, I grab his hips and pull him down the bed a little.

“Now clean your fucking mess while I clean mine.”

I take a good look at my cum seeping from his little hole before I dive in to lick it clean. He whines, the sound muffled as he tries to clean up his own mess, but it’s clear he’s struggling to focus. I keep going, not able to get enough of this man. How the hell has he been living so close this whole time and I’ve never had him before?

When there’s nothing left in his ass, I flip him over, sliding a finger back inside him to find his prostate again while grabbing his dick with my other hand .

“Give me another one,” I growl.

“I can’t,” he cries out, shaking his head as he grips onto the bed sheets.

“You can and you will. Because I want you to. I need more of your cum, so give it to me.”

He lets out these long, low, almost pained groans as I press down on his prostate. Mikah’s skin is flushed, covered in sweat, eyes watery.

“No fucking way,” he murmurs in disbelief. “No way.”

His dick erupts, his body tensing as cum pours out like lava. It doesn’t shoot everywhere like the other two times, and I lean in to lick it up, savoring every fucking drop as he enjoys his orgasm.

I’m not one to suck dick on camera, but I am a fucking addict for this man’s cum and I don’t care who sees it. That is going to be a problem.