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Chapter Twenty

Dominic

Mikah doesn’t follow me right away. I hope he comes.

Well, he will come if he ends up where I am. I’m just not sure he’ll show up. Not a clue what he thinks about sex in public places. I think it’s hot as fuck. He’s probably too nervous to get hard around people. Too worried about getting caught. Good thing about my brother owning this bar is I get away with shit like this. Not that I know from experience or anything… kind of. But that’s besides the point.

Despite me giving Emmet shit that he doesn’t own it, because technically he doesn’t—his father does—he handles everything. He may as well own the thing.

I’m leaning against the wall by the door, and the second my man walks in, I’m on him. I grip his waist, turning him so his back is to the door and I’m walking him back until it closes. I flick the lock shut and bring my mouth to his neck, sucking on the spot right below his ear .

“Why did you do that?” he asks in a breathy voice.

“Seeing you get jealous is so fucking hot,” I say.

“I don’t like it.”

“No, but you’ll like this,” I say, tearing at his jeans to get them open. He’s so hard, straining against the material. I rip them open, shoving them down and going down with them.

I free his dick from his briefs and take him into my mouth, sucking hard on the tip, the salty taste of his pre-cum exploding on my tongue.

“Fuck,” he hisses, fixing his stance so his feet are wider apart.

“When you do things I like, I’ll reward you,” I tell him, dragging my lips under his dick to find his balls and sucking them into my mouth, one at a time. “I’ll give you all the praise in the world for being a good boy for me.”

He groans, gripping my hair and guiding me back to his dick. I take him back into my mouth, holding on to his thighs as I bob on his length. When he tries thrusting deeper, I press him against the door, mumbling a no that’s inaudible due to his cock in my mouth, but he gets the point.

Just because I’m on my knees for you doesn’t mean you’re in charge.

I release his dick, taking over with my hand as I look up at him. His jaw is tense, face full of bliss.

“You’re going to come for me,” I tell him. He nods, swallowing hard. “I’m going to swallow every drop you give me. Then we’re going back out there and you’re going to watch me play a game of pool with Storm. ”

His eyes flash open, heated.

“Bet he’s going to look at my ass as I bend over. Wish he could fuck me.”

Mikah’s hands ball into fists, eyes dark. But he’s still so close to coming…

“He begged me to let him fuck me, but I told him no.” There’s a bit of relief on his face, but that’s only going to be there for a second before I say the next words. “I told him no because I’m the one who does the fucking, Mikah. Once my dick was in his ass, he was fine with it, though.”

Mikah growls, fucking growls , and tugs on my hair so hard I think it’s going to rip from my scalp. I laugh as he forces me back onto his dick, taking out all the anger on me. It’s my favorite thing.

“Shut the fuck up, Dominic,” he spits out.

I moan around his dick, massaging his balls. I want to pull off again and keep going at him, but I don’t want to piss him off so much that I mess up his erection. So I keep doing what he wants, feeling how close he is with how hard he’s getting, how much he’s throbbing. I take him to the very back of my throat, swallowing around him, and that’s when he comes. Spurting hot cum down the back of my throat. I swallow it all, greedily taking in his sounds of pleasure as I do. When he’s getting soft in my mouth, I get to my feet, lean in and kiss him.

“It’s nice having the confidence to take what you want, isn’t it?” I ask in a low tone. I grip his chin, leaning in to kiss him again. “You’ll always get what you want from me, Mikah. All you have to do is ask.”

He’s panting, eyes wild. He says nothing, and that’s okay. I rest my head on his shoulder, put my hands around his waist, and hug him. Mikah freezes for a second before he relaxes and his hands come around me, his face resting on my shoulder, too.

“When you’re feeling overwhelmed by the world, just find my arms. They’ll always open for you,” I whisper.

Hugs are underrated. We don’t get enough of them. I’m pretty sure half of Mikah’s issues stem from him not getting enough hugs as a kid or as an adult. A hug can cure so many things. Boost confidence and mood. I feel the tension in his body melt away as I hold on to him. His breathing evens out and we stay like that for a moment longer until I pull back.

“You good?”

He gives me a slow smile.

“Yeah.”

“You want to leave?” I ask, raising a brow.

The door budges as someone tries to get in. “What the fuck?” is muttered on the other side, then the door shakes again. “Damnit, I really gotta piss,” the person says.

I chuckle, and so does Mikah. The smile falls, and he looks unsure, staring past me. I grab his face and make him look at me, urging him with my eyes to say what he needs to say.

“I want you to do what you said,” he says quietly.

I raise a brow in question, not sure what he’s talking about .

He licks his lips, then continues. “I want you to go out there and play pool with Storm. I want you to make me jealous, so when we leave, I can…” He shakes his head, letting out a sigh. “I don’t know, but all I know is that somehow, every time you’re touching my dick, I forget anything else in this world exists. My brain stops. I need more of that.”

There’s banging on the door now. “Dominic, if that’s you in there, I swear I’ll chop your balls off!” Emmet shouts from the other side.

I kiss Mikah, a soft, chaste kiss, then pull him away from the door so I can open it.

Emmet is standing on the other side, pissed.

I tap my stomach. “Sorry, I had to take a massive shit.”

“Uh-huh,” he mutters, staring at Mikah, who is probably as red as a strawberry. I pull the door open more, jerking my head for Mikah to go. He scurries out of the bathroom, and I pat Emmet on the back as I follow after my boyfriend.

He walks more confidently than I’ve seen before, leading us back to the table. Our empty bottles still sit there. Mikah grabs them up. “I’ll get us another.”

“I’m going to let them know I got next game,” I say, winking.

His eyes flash, and he nods. As he takes a step away, I grip his wrist and pull him to me, kissing him. I nibble on his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan and a breathy sigh. His eyes flutter open when I let him go, and he continues on to the bar as I go to Storm.

“So, is that serious?” he asks, chalking up his stick .

“Don’t know yet,” I answer honestly. “Hope so.”

“How the hell are you going to manage being in a relationship with the work you do? Does he even know?”

“Of course he knows. He does the same shit, and we made a video together.”

Storm chuckles, shaking his head. “That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”

“You never plan on settling down?” I ask.

He shrugs. “No.” He draws the word out, then adds, “I’m happy where I’m at.”

“Yeah, well, give it a few years.”

Storm rolls his eyes. He’s a few years younger than me, not any amount that matters. Pretty sure Mikah is younger than him. Though, now that I think about it, I don’t know how old Mikah is. He’s my boyfriend now, so I should probably know these things.

I do think they should talk and share info. They both do solo content, only Storm has made a shit ton of money around selling soiled things. And by soiled I mean cummed on. People literally pay for him to come on clothing and mail it to them. I think he’s nuts, sending his DNA out there like that, but he’s fine with it. Says no one can get pregnant with it and that’s all he’s worried about. There are a million things that could go wrong with that, but whatever. It’s his business.

Actually, now that I think about it, maybe I don’t want him talking to Mikah. The last thing I need is him getting ideas to do this shit and something going wrong. He’ll spiral. Yeah, best they not talk about that stuff.

“I’m playing winner,” I say.

“Leon was leaving after this game. You can take his spot. On my team.” Storm grins knowingly.

From the corner of my eye, I spot Mikah walking toward me. He hands me the beer, then takes a sip from his.

“Thanks, baby,” I whisper, kissing his neck. “You sure you don’t want to play?”

“I’m sure,” he says.

“You can hang out over here to watch, if you want,” Storm suggests, leaning over the table to take his shot. He sinks the 14 ball into the back left pocket and straightens with a smirk.

Mikah raises a brow, shakes his head and walks away to go sit. I chuckle, standing back as the guys finish their game. I’ve never met Leon before, but I wave to him when he leaves.

“Dominic, this is Chester and Zed.” He gestures to the other guys, who give me a head nod, so I return it. “This is Dominic.”

Zed, a guy who looks like he could pass for a vampire, works on racking the balls. He’s pale, with black hair pulled into a messy bun and dark eyes. He’s dressed in black jeans and a black shirt, which doesn’t help the situation.

Chester has 90s heart-throb blond hair that looks so soft it seems fake. He’s in a white t-shirt and jeans. Leave it to Storm to be in a bright pink shirt, making sure everyone sees him. The show always has to be all about him.

“So, what are you doing here?” I ask. “Did your mom move? ”

“Nah,” Storm answers. “Just visiting a friend in the area. She’s still in Seattle.”

“You heading that way before going back to Boston?”

“Don’t really have the time.”

Storm moves to the head of the table to break. When the ball hits the formation, there’s a loud crack and balls scatter all over the table. I glance up to see Mikah watching, seeming impressed. Two balls go into the pockets, one of each.

“Call it,” Chester says, running his hand through his hair.

Storm looks at me.

“Solids,” I say.

“Solids,” Storm repeats, looking at Chester. He then goes back to the table to shoot another ball in before missing the next. He comes to stand beside me as Chester takes his shot.

“He mad or what?” Storm asks quietly, placing the butt of his stick on the floor in front of him and leaning into it.

“Nah, not mad. Jealous, yes. And I fucking love it.”

Storm smiles. “So that’s how it is?”

I shrug. “It’s all new, man. So yeah, seems like it.”

He nods in approval. “Okay, I get it.”

“You’re up, Dominic,” Zed calls out.

I go to the table, making sure to find a shot that’ll put my ass toward Storm. I look up at Mikah and wink before bringing my attention back to the table. I take my shot, getting the ball in the pocket, but the white ball follows.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“Stop flirting and pay attention,” Storm mutters.

I flip him the middle finger and go over to Mikah to grab my beer.

“You’re good,” he says.

“I’m okay. I haven’t played in a while.”

“Better than me.”

“Maybe I’ll teach you one day.”

“Maybe I’d like that,” he taunts, bringing the bottle to his lips.

I kiss him quickly.

“So, question,” I say. He raises a brow. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-seven, why?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend and I should know these things.” I grin at him. “I’m thirty-three, in case you were wondering.”

“Dominic!” Storm shouts. Mikah looks up, his expression unreadable as he stares at Storm behind me. This is going to be one fun night.