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Chapter Twenty-One

Mikah

Dominic falls against his front door with a loud thud, laughing as he pulls his keys from his pocket to let us in.

We stayed at the bar until after closing, drinking beers, taking shots, and playing pool. Dominic tried teaching me, but I suck so bad that it just turned into a reason for him to grope me, which I didn’t hate. Especially in front of the people who were there. I liked that they knew I was his.

Tonight is one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time, maybe the best night I’ve ever had, and it’s only going to get better. I don’t remember the last time I had fun or a night that I will remember for years to come.

Dominic gets the front door open, falling into it again as it swings open. He trips, stumbling inside as the door slaps against the back wall, putting a hole in it. I can’t help but laugh.

“Fuck,” Dominic mutters with a chuckle, grabbing the knob and closing the door a little too hard .

He turns to face me, gripping my waist and pulling me to him with a growl. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I kiss him back just as fiercely, gripping his shirt so hard my fingers ache.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispers against my lips.

“So fucking sure,” I respond.

I may regret this tomorrow or the day after, but I’m not worrying about that. I’m focusing on what I want right this very minute.

“Kiss him,” Dominic whispers against my mouth, alcohol strong on his breath. He takes a step back as his gaze goes to Storm, who is standing a few feet from us.

My stomach does a little flip. I’m excited but nervous about making the first move. After getting drunk and hanging out with him for hours, I guess he isn’t so bad. Though, maybe that’s the alcohol talking. I get this weird feeling when I think about him and Dominic being together. It’s definitely jealousy, but it’s something else too. I don’t know how to explain it. But whatever it is, it’s fueling this need to have my first ever threesome.

It was my idea. One that shocked the shit out of Dominic and also turned him on—a lot. He did plenty of things throughout the night to make me jealous, and I loved every moment of it. I hadn’t expected to up the game, but here we are.

Storm is the one who closes the distance between us, wrapping his hand around my neck and pulling me to him. We’re the same height, about the same size, build wise. Dominic is slightly more muscular and a little taller .

I can’t be sure how the dynamic will go, as I don’t know Storm, but I can’t imagine him being more dominant than Dominic is. If I had to guess, I’d say Dominic will take charge of both of us, and Storm will be right behind him. I don’t have a dominant bone in my body—in or out of the bedroom, as much as I used to think I did. Yes, I have a mouth on me, and I can be rude as hell and tell people off, but that’s all I’ve got. It’s a defense mechanism I learned because that’s how I stood up for myself. It was all I had because getting physical with other people meant my mother and whatever guy of the week she had would get physical with me, whether it was my fault or not.

Storm’s lips are soft, his kiss slow and firm. Teasing, like he’s putting on a show. I guess we all may do that tonight, considering we’re used to being in front of a camera and the whole thing started with jealousy.

“Fuck, that’s so goddamn hot,” Dominic growls from behind me.

I step closer to Storm, deepening the kiss, wanting to show Dominic how much I’m enjoying it. Dominic had his fun making me jealous all night. It’s only fair I return the favor. I don’t know if he’ll get jealous in the same sense, but it’s doing something to him.

I’m really getting into the kiss, losing myself in it, almost forgetting that my boyfriend is standing right here. Storm’s a good kisser, and his body is pressed against mine, his hand still on the back of my neck as he holds me to him. His tongue, warm and wet, strokes mine and I let out a groan. That’s when I’m yanked back.

“Upstairs,” Dominic growls, staring into my eyes. “You too,” he snaps at Storm, eyes darting that way.

Any question I had about them being together before is gone. It’s clear they have been. And that doesn’t make me as upset as it did at the beginning of the night.

I hurry up the stairs, my heart pounding harder with each step. I hear them moving just as quickly behind me. Once I’m at the top, I head into the bedroom. As soon as I step inside, I recall what Dominic told me about being the only person he’s fucked in his bed, but that’s about to change.

Am I okay with that?

Am I spoiling something that has made me feel okay being with him?

Guess there’s only one way to find out.

I walk toward the bed, but someone grabs my arm, their mouth on mine before I get the chance to see who it is. But I can tell by the possessiveness in the kiss that it’s Dominic. The way his fingers dig into my jaw and his tongue strokes mine. He has a way about kissing… There’s no mistaking it. It’s ownership.

“What are the limits?” Storm asks, causing Dominic to pull away, but his eyes stay on me.

“Your call,” he says, his fingers dipping under my shirt and brushing along my skin. His soft touches make all his harsh ones meaningful. He isn’t touching me, even when he’s rough, to hurt me. He cares about me .

“I don’t know… I’ve never done this before,” I admit.

Storm smiles, looking like he’s just won the lottery. I’m not so na?ve to ask if Dominic has, I know he has—I’ve seen the videos. I can only assume Storm has too, and that’s fine. I’m not inexperienced in the bedroom, just in threesomes.

“I am not bottoming,” Dominic says, taking a step back. “I’m fine with anything else.”

Of course, I already knew this.

“Anything goes for me,” Storm says, turning his attention to me, which has my throat getting a little tight. All eyes are on me, all the attention. They’re waiting for a response, for me to make a decision.

How do I make that decision? I’ve never done this before. I’m not sure how things work, what the possibilities are, what I’m okay with and what I won’t be okay with.

Dominic and I have only just officially started dating. Hell, we’ve only just officially met. Though we’ve fucked a few times already, that doesn’t mean we’re pros at this yet. We’ve barely worked out our own relationship terms, never mind adding someone else into it.

It’s been so long since I’d been with another person, I feel rusty in that subject to begin with. Hopefully Storm doesn’t notice that. I don’t want to ruin this for him—or for Dominic. This is supposed to be about fun. It’s supposed to be—

“We’ll use colors,” Dominic suggests, stepping between Storm and me to block my view, so I can only see him. I focus on his bright blue eyes and something inside me calms. I let out a breath and nod.

“All you have to do is say red and we stop what we’re doing, no questions asked,” he says, looking from me to over his shoulder. “Yellow means you’re unsure and we need to slow down. Got it?” He turns back to me.

“Got it,” I say.

“Totally got it,” Storm agrees.

When Dominic moves back, Storm is already taking his shirt off. He has a great body. Defined abs, narrow waist, broad shoulders.

“You like looking at him?” Dominic’s voice is low, rough. I swallow hard, and though I know I should say no, I don’t like looking at him, I like looking at you , I don’t say that at all.

I tilt my chin the slightest bit and say, “Yes.”

The heat that flares in his eyes is electric. I swear I feel it radiating off him.

“Is that so?” he asks so low I almost don’t hear him.

“Yep,” I respond, holding back the grin that wants to form on my lips. I like seeing this reaction from him. Like knowing that I can make him as jealous as he makes me. Something about it makes me feel more confident; makes it easier to believe that he cares about me. Maybe that’s not the right way to go about this, but I don’t care.

“Then you won’t mind sucking his cock,” Dominic responds, raising a brow .

Storm is grinning as he watches the exchange between me and Dominic.

“Get naked, and get on the bed,” I tell Storm.

Dominic’s eyes are on us as Storm continues to get undressed, his impressive cock springing free. He’s thick and veiny. It’s a nice cock, but not as big as Dominic. I can see why he does porn.

He gets on the bed, moving to the top and I crawl after him, fully clothed, hoping it shows Dominic how badly I want this. I want to get him all frustrated. Angry, maybe. I want him to be rough with me. He wants to tell me I’m a brat? I’ll act like a brat. Seems to come naturally to me anyway. I do things to annoy him because I like the way he responds. I like his attention and his punishment.

“Make him mad,” Storm mutters quietly so only I can hear, and then he winks. I dip down to kiss him, just a quick, messy kiss, before I kiss down his body and settle between his legs. I drag my tongue around the head of his dick, smiling up at him. He watches me, eyes falling half closed as I tease him with my mouth, kissing, licking, sucking on the thick vein that runs along the bottom. When his eyes flick behind me, I’m hyper-aware of Dominic and wondering what he must be doing back there.

Is he watching? Jerking off? Did he get naked or pull his dick out? Is he mad? Jealous? Does he want to punish me?

I get an answer when there’s a dip in the bed, and a large hand runs along my ass. He reaches around my waist to undo the button and fly of my jeans, tugging them down over my ass. I keep my attention on Storm, who seems to really be enjoying this. Not only what I’m doing, but the whole show. At least, that’s what I’m assuming by the look on his face as his gaze darts from me to Dominic and back. It’s like he doesn’t know who he wants to watch.

“You truly are a brat, you know that, Mikah?” Dominic asks from behind me. I don’t answer. I’m too busy sucking off his friend.

Dominic pulls my boxer briefs down all the way to my knees, then runs his hand along my ass again. When it’s gone, I whimper at the loss, only to suck in a sharp breath a second later when his hand comes down in a sharp slap. My reaction is to clench every part of me, including my mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” Storm hisses, body tensing. “I like it rough but watch the teeth.” He’s speaking to me, but his eyes are on Dominic. He knows it wasn’t my fault. I release Storm from my mouth and glare at Dominic over my shoulder, noting he’s still fully dressed.

“Red?” he asks.

“No.”

“Yellow then.”

“No,” I grit out.

“Then get back to sucking his dick,” he demands.

With a huff, I do. Storm is smiling away, moving his hand to the back of my head, guiding me deeper. I take as much of him as I can. He hits the back of my throat and there’s still so much more to take. What’s really hot about this situation is that Dominic doesn’t seem to care I’m choking on a dick that isn’t his. I love how confident he is, because I’m not quite sure I’d feel the same way if the tables were turned. Who knows, though? We’re all here… so I guess we’re going to find out.

The bed shifts as Dominic gets off to grab the lube from the nightstand, then he returns to his spot on the bed. The cap is opened, and he’s pouring the cold liquid all over my ass.

“I know exactly what we’re going to do to you,” Dominic taunts as he runs his finger over my hole. He eases his way inside, slowly fucking me with one finger and purposefully avoiding my prostate, which drives me crazy as much as it frustrates me.

I take a breather from Storm’s dick, that’s causing my jaw to ache, and look at my own cock that’s leaking pre-cum. There’s a long strand from the head down to the bedsheet, and fuck, my fans would love this if they could see it. I bet Storm’s and Dominic’s would too.

“We’re going to stuff every hole of yours full, until you can’t take it anymore. Storm and I are going to use you until you’re begging us to stop. Isn’t that right, Storm?”

“Fuck yes,” he says on a groan when I take him back into my mouth and suck hard. He seems to really like that.

Dominic adds another finger, still avoiding my prostate. Maybe he’s doing me a favor, so I don’t make myself look like a fool in front of Storm, since I can’t seem to keep myself together when Dominic touches me. It’s starting to not bother me as much as it did. Dominic likes it, so I guess it isn’t so bad.

“What do you think, Storm? You think we can both fit in this tight ass?”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” Storm answers. “You’re back there, Dom. How tight is he?”

“Fucking tight.”

Storm groans, thrusting his hips up. “We can try.”

“Good idea.”

Their conversation has me panting. Needy. Fucking desperate for them to try. I’ve never been a needy bottom. I’ve been fine in both positions, but since being with Dominic? Topping hasn’t crossed my mind. I want to bottom for him. Want him to take control of everything. All the time, every day.

“What do you think about that, baby?” Dominic runs his free hand along the bottom of my back before leaning down to press his lips there. “You like the idea of two cocks in your tight little hole?”

I hum a yes as well as I can around Storm’s cock.

“That’s a yes,” Storm says through a groan.

Dominic pulls his fingers out, and I whimper at the loss.

“Don’t worry, baby. My cock is going to fill you up now.”