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Chapter Sixteen

Dominic

Mikah holds my gaze, staring at me like a deer in headlights. I can’t tell if he’s about to run, drop to his knees and worship me, or cry.

I hope he chooses the second option. That would be amazing. The perfect thank you. Though, option one wouldn’t be awful, because I’d chase him. I’d catch him. I’d bring him back. Pretty sure he’d be too weak to fight me after that. Not physically, but mentally. I see him breaking. See him wanting to give in. He responds to me so much better now than he used to. The more I force myself onto him, the more he lets me in. The more cracks I see in that armor, the more weaknesses I see in his walls, the easier it is to slip inside.

Mikah is going to be mine one way or another. It’s only up to him how we do this. And when he wants to fight me on it, I’ll remind him that this was all his idea in the first place. He came to me. He knocked on my door. He asked me for a favor. Not my fault he made me hooked, too.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this,” I say, stepping closer to him. “I can see it in your body language. You like what I do to you.”

He shakes his head, taking a stumbling step back. “No, I don’t.”

“Being afraid of it doesn’t mean you don’t like it.”

“That’s exactly what it means,” he snaps. “Why would I want to do something that scares me?”

“Why wouldn’t you? That’s the thrill of life, isn’t it? Pushing limits. Stepping beyond your boundaries.”

He’s shaking his head. “No, that’s not me.”

“Yes, it is. I see it on your face, Mikah. You want this. You like the way I touch you, the way I make you feel. You want more of it, but you’re afraid to ask. And you’re probably afraid of what will happen after.”

“After what?”

“After… this is done,” I suggest, playing off his fears. If it were up to me, it would last forever. But in his head, this is his worry. “After I grow tired of you. After you fall in love with me.”

“No,” he chokes out. “I could never fall in love with you.”

I shrug. “Suit yourself. But I see what you’re scared of.” I run my hand up his stomach, resting it on his firm chest. Fuck, I love his chest. So firm and sexy. “And trust me, there is no way I could ever grow tired of you. So really, there doesn’t have to be an after . It could be a forever. ”

And it’s those words that have him stumbling back until he slams into the wall. I can’t help myself. I follow after him, smashing my lips to his. He groans but doesn’t kiss me back. Not until I force my tongue between his lips and find his. And when I slip my hand into his pants to stroke his cock, he groans so fucking loud, leaning into me to deepen the kiss.

As I stroke his dick, I use my other hand to free mine. I press my forehead to his as I line our dicks up, stroking us both together. He bucks his hips against my hand, fucking my fist, dragging his hard length along mine. He’s breathing heavily, tiny whimpers escaping his perfect lips that I need to kiss again.

Fuck, this man is going to be the end of me. I don’t know what it is about Mikah, but it’s fucking something.

“You going to come all over my cock, baby?” I ask.

“Yes…”

His hands ball into fists, pressing against the wall. I stroke us faster.

“Fuck, how do you do this to me?” he mutters through clenched teeth. He makes a frustrated sound, almost like a cry. “I’m going to come.”

I release my dick but keep jerking him off, holding my dick with my other hand. When he comes, he shoots all over my cock, his fingers scraping against the wall.

“Fuck,” he hisses, banging his head against the wall—once, twice, three times before a sob escapes him.

“Clean up your mess and make me come,” I growl .

He drops to his knees, opening his mouth. I feed him my cock and he sucks me into his mouth, using his tongue to lick up as much of the mess as he can. As he tries to get it all, it drips down my shaft, down his chin. I step forward and his head hits the wall. I steady myself with my palm against it and the other gripping his jaw. Then I fuck his mouth.

“Open wide. Take all of me.”

He opens his mouth, and I shove my dick further down his throat, loving how it tightens each time I hit the back. He gags, spit dripping down his chin and my balls. Tears spill out of his eyes.

“I’m going to come,” I tell him right before I do. Pressing to the back of his throat, he chokes and gags on my dick but swallows every bit of me down. When the orgasm subsides, I get him to his feet, fix his pants and pull off my shirt to wipe his mouth.

“Sit at the table,” I tell him. And he goes. “I’m guessing you haven’t had lunch yet?”

“No,” he says, but sounds distracted. Confused, probably. My head is telling me he needs space, but every other part of me wants to hover. That’s what I do. I want him to know that I meant what I said, and I’ll be there to take care of him.

I get him a glass of cold water, putting it on the table in front of him, then get to work in the kitchen, making lunch. I glance at him now and then. He’s barely moved. Nothing outside of drinking the water .

Mikah will get used to this. Once he realizes that I’m serious and I’m not going away, that I want to take care of him, he’ll give in. It’s just going to take a little bit of time. And I’ve got all the time in the world.

I put my laptop on the dining table beside Mikah and pull the chair closer to him. We just finished eating lunch, he’s hardly said a word to me, but when I asked if he wanted to look over the video, he agreed.

Flipping open the screen, I type in my password and stifle my smile as I catch the look on his face when he sees the video already open.

“Have you watched this already?”

“Guilty,” I say, sneaking a glance at him. “Wanna know how many times I came to it?”

His cheeks go pink, and fuck, that’s sexy.

“Just pull up the frames,” he says, gesturing to the computer.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

I change the view of the video so we can look at the frames, and he scoots closer, nudging me out of the way to get control of the mouse pad. I let him do his thing, because it’s adorable when he takes charge. But it’s even more adorable how serious he’s taking this. I used to take my job seriously. Then Mikah happened .

Now, all I want to take is him. Over and over and over again, while he cries out my name and begs me to go harder.

Mikah shakes his head, huffing out an annoyed sound.

“There is no way to make it look like I…”

“Lasted longer?”

His jaw clenches. “Yeah.”

“I think it’s hot as fuck.”

“Well, I don’t need everyone who watches it thinking I can’t last.”

“Don’t think anyone will think that.”

“They could.”

“Well, you know the way to fix it then.”

“Yeah, make a new video.”

“No, make a second video.”

He whips his head toward me, a look of horror on his face. “A what ?”

“Mikah, this video right here is going to drive my subs insane. Trust me, I know. They’ll all flock to your site next. This is going to be a lot of extra money for you. You don’t want to ruin this opportunity over feeling embarrassed when you have no reason to be embarrassed. But, since you do feel that way, let’s make a second video—well, third I guess—same terms, to show them you can last longer. If it’ll make you feel better.”

He blinks a few times, glancing back at the computer before saying, “I need to think about it. ”

“Then think about it. In the meanwhile, I’ll edit this one and send you the copy for approval. I won’t upload it until we agree on what to do next.”

He nods, then gets up from his seat. “I need to go take a nap.”

“Good idea.”

He walks to the door, but stops with his hand on the handle, looking at me over his shoulder. From the table, I can still see him well.

“Do you do this with everyone you make videos with?” he asks carefully, brow slightly furrowed.

“Do what, exactly?” I ask. I’m pretty sure I know what he’s asking, but I want him to be clear. He’ll get more out of me if he’s direct.

“All of… this.” He makes a motion with his hand, gesturing to the kitchen and the table.

I get up and go to him. “You mean make them meals? Make sure they eat? Jerk them off against my wall?”

“Yeah, that,” he forces out.

I wait a beat longer than I should, knowing it’s going to get to him.

“Nope. You’re the one and only.”

He gives a little shake of his head and a shrug. “Why?”

I tilt my head, holding his gaze. “I just want to.” Gripping his chin, I take a step closer. “Go home. Take a nap. Text me when you’re awake. ”

He blinks slowly, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip. I so badly want to kiss him again, but I won’t. Small steps. Don’t want him running scared.

“Okay.”

I drop my hand and step back so he can pull the door open. He leaves without looking back. I move to the window and watch him walk down the driveway, around the fence, and I lose sight of him when he steps onto his porch.

Today is going to tell me a lot about what’s in store for us. He knows what to expect from me and what I want. Now I need to know if he’s going to go for it or if he’s going to keep pushing me away. If he texts me when he wakes up, that’s a good sign. It means I’m right, and he wants this too. I’ve already accepted that I want him, I just have to make him understand it. I’ll help him get more comfortable with the idea later—as long as he texts me.

Which I think he will.

I’ve never been a relationship guy, and I’m not saying I want to marry Mikah. But the thought of being with him every day, of him looking at me the way he does, making him come the way I do, seeing the amazed look on his face when I cook him food or the annoyance when I grin at him… I like it. I like all of it. I want more. So maybe I’ve never really dated in my adult life, but I want to date the fuck out of Mikah Reed.

My phone buzzes with a call in my pocket and I pull it out, seeing a number I don’t recognize.

“Hello? ”

“Hi, I’m looking for Dominic Blake,” a no-nonsense woman says.

“You’ve found him.”

“Hello, Mr. Blake, my name is Aldirah. I work with Chelseigh Lynn of MAIF. Are you familiar with the company?”

I chuckle. “Who isn’t?”

MAIF—Marvelous Adult Independent Films—is an annual award ceremony for adult content creators. If they’re calling me, I can only assume it’s because one of my videos was finally submitted. This is the fifth year for the awards. I’d submitted things the first two years, but didn’t get in, so I didn’t try after that because my following grew and I put my focus on other things. But someone else must have submitted my video for something if they’re calling me.

She gives a stiff laugh. “You’d be surprised. Anyway, I’m calling because two of your videos are up for an award, and I’d like to make sure you are able to attend.”

“Hell yeah I can attend,” I say.

“I haven’t given you the date yet,” she says with a bit of humor.

“Don’t care. I’ll be there.”

“Well, for the record, it’s September 27th. If you can verify your address for me, you will receive a proper invitation and instructions for the event.”

I give her my address, she tells me the invite will be in the mail this week, and we end the call.

Today is turning out to be a good day. Now, if Mikah texts me later, it’ll be perfect.