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Chapter Twenty-Six

Dominic

Whoever this RyanJack504 guy is, he must be a billionaire or something. Only an hour after the video is up, I get the money deposited into my account. A few minutes after that, Mikah texts me that he got his, too. I understand why he stresses about money the way he does, but I can’t empathize with it because I don’t have that problem. To me, it’s just money. You work more, you get more, you spend more. Then you get some more. It’s a never-ending cycle. Even coming from no money, I don’t feel the way he does about it. I guess I have my own trauma stuff, like all the collecting and spending. Always buying things I want because I can—something I couldn’t do when I was a kid—something I wish I could have done for my mother. Something I vowed to do when I was a kid. I wanted to take care of her the way she took care of me. It was the only wish I had when I found out she was sick with cancer .

We knew it would kill her; there was no denying that. I only wished she’d stayed around long enough that I could show her how thankful and grateful I was for everything she’d done for me. I’m sure she knew, she always knew what I was thinking and how I was feeling, but I wish I could have returned it. Instead, I’m giving it to Mikah. He gets the best parts of me. At least, I like to think they’re the best parts. He keeps coming back, and that says a lot.

If for some crazy reason, my mother is floating around as a ghost or a spirit, watching me, I know without a doubt she’d be happy for me. I just really hope she isn’t seeing all the sex, because that would traumatize her.

I get the official invitation to the award ceremony today, fill it out, and put it back in the mail. I spend time browsing my phone for matching outfit ideas for the two of us and send Mikah screenshots when I find one I like. He agrees with none of them. Which means the only way we’re going to fix this is to go shopping together.

Me: Get dressed. We’re going shopping.

Sexy Neighbor: I hate shopping.

Me: Too bad. We’re leaving in twenty.

I can hear the groan from here. I’m just finishing up getting dressed when my phone dings with a text.

Sexy Neighbor: I’m driving.

Me: No.

Sexy Neighbor: Then I’m not going .

Me: Get your ass outside before I drag you out by that sexy hair of yours.

I smirk as I hit send, knowing he’s grumbling about that, too. He likes when I’m flirty, but doesn’t like how it immobilizes him. His brain goes all haywire and he can’t think straight. I fucking love it.

Grabbing my wallet, phone, and keys, I hurry out the door. Mikah is leaving his house at the same time.

“Hey, neighbor!” I call out, waving.

He looks at me, confused, then smiles and shakes his head as he locks his door.

“Let me pick you up!” I call. He frowns, looking at me like I’m an alien.

I hurry to my car, get in and start it up. I back out of my driveway and turn into his, stopping behind his car. I get out and go to the passenger door, opening it for him.

“You’re so ridiculous,” he mutters behind his smile.

“I just want to spoil my baby,” I say, leaning in to kiss him once he’s seated. I close the door and hurry around the other side, and then we’re on our way.

“How is it you’re always so put together?” Mikah asks once he drops his hand from the radio knob, settling on a station that plays classic rock .

I make a show of looking around. We’re in my car, driving to the mall that has one of my favorite men’s stores.

“We’re in a car. What is there to be up in arms about?”

“I mean in general, Dominic. You’re always so calm. You don’t let anything bother you. You’ve got thick skin. How do you do it?”

We’ve had similar conversations before. Mikah seems to be fascinated with how easily I let things roll off my back. I’m not really sure how I do it, I just do. It’s something I learned a long time ago.

“Practice, I guess.”

I take the exit that’ll get me onto the highway and merge into the lane. I feel Mikah staring at me, but I don’t look at him. He does that sometimes, just stares at me. If he needs to do that to figure things out, go ahead. I won’t bother him. I like that he likes what he sees. But when I hear the click of the seatbelt, I whip my head in his direction.

“Hey, safety first. Put that seatbelt back on.”

He shifts, leaning over to grab my junk. I grunt at the suddenness of it.

“I’m going to do something crazy right now.”

“Is that so?” I ask, humored.

He undoes my jeans, pulls the zip down, and frees my dick that’s already growing stiff at the thought of him touching it.

“You ever get road head before?” he asks, giving my dick a firm stroke .

“Don’t think so,” I say, and that’s the truth. I’ve done a lot of stuff sexually but getting down and dirty in my car isn’t the way I like to do things. It’s cramped and I don’t want stains on the upholstery. “Also, I don’t think road head is considered crazy. Making porn, though? That’s crazy.”

“I don’t even show my face.”

“But I bet thousands of people would recognize that gorgeous dick of yours.”

He smiles at me, his eyes shining. “You think my dick is gorgeous?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

“You’re just saying that, so I’ll suck your dick.”

“You were going to do that anyway,” I remind him.

“Hm, you’re right.”

He dips his head, running his tongue through the slit of my dick, causing my hips to buck and my foot to press a little too hard on the gas.

“Shit,” I mutter. “Sorry.”

“Better keep yourself together, Dominic. Don’t want to wreck with me not having a seatbelt on.”

“You expect me to come with that kind of stress?” I ask.

His response is to chuckle, then swallow my dick.

Coming from blowjobs was already a struggle for me. Though, it hasn’t been since being with Mikah. It’s a mix of his eagerness, him allowing me to do what I want to him, and the attraction and feelings I have for him .

I keep two hands on the wheel, focusing way too hard on how fast I’m going and keeping my limbs in control. No sudden movements. It’s not easy with the pleasure coursing through me. After a moment of him bobbing on my dick, he releases me and I can breathe.

“Look at you doing a good job.”

“I’m sorry, did we switch rolls or something?”

He laughs again. “Everyone deserves praise now and again.” He strokes my dick lazily. “I like seeing you like this.”

“Terrified?” I bark out, glancing in the side mirror.

“Distressed.”

“Fuck you,” I grit out, changing lanes so I’m in the middle so I don’t have to worry about the cars merging onto the highway.

He slides his hand under my shirt, lifting it enough to lean in and bite my nipple.

“Hey, now! That’s not fair!” I jerk away from him, my nerves going crazy as the car swerves.

“All’s fair in love and war,” he whispers in my ear, before taking it between his teeth and tugging. I don’t know if that was him trying to tell me he loves me or he still hates me. Maybe neither because it’s only been like two weeks, but who knows? The feelings I have for him are pretty serious, so I won’t be surprised if we’re there… or almost. He buries his face in my crotch again, running his nose along my dick.

“I love the way you smell,” he groans. Then he licks me. “The way you taste.” He wraps his mouth around the head of my dick, sucking for just a second before pulling off and saying, “The way you feel.”

“Fuck,” I hiss out, panting and so badly wanting to explode down his throat.

“Definitely the way you sound. That raspy voice, those pained sounds. So fucking sexy, Dominic. And I really love the way you look. Everything from your face to these abs, to your legs, and especially this fat cock.”

“Christ, you’re going to kill me,” I say, swerving back into our lane after realizing I was veering. Good thing it’s late morning and there isn’t much traffic. “You’re going to pay for this.”

“I fucking hope so,” he says before sucking me into his mouth again. The brat is really showing today.

My eyes try to roll into the back of my head, but I have to stop them so we don’t crash and die.

Mikah focuses on that spot beneath my crown, licking and sucking at it while rolling my balls in his hand, massaging gently. He’s steadily bringing me toward an orgasm. Won’t lie, I think the fear is helping with that.

“I’m close,” I warn, the words coming out as more of a moan.

I love when Mikah’s mouth is on me, love when he does what I tell him to. Him listening to me and wanting to please me is sexy as hell. But this brave, confident part of him? It’s new and so goddamn hot.

He takes me to the back of his throat, moaning around my dick, and I’m a goner .

My dick throbs as I come. His throat tightens around me with each swallow, taking all of my cum. He releases my dick, kisses the tip, then sits back in his seat and clicks on his seatbelt like nothing just happened.

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, and when I focus back on the road, I realize I missed the exit. I tuck my dick back in my pants one-handed, then zip it as much as I can. There’s no way I’m getting the button done.

“So,” Mikah says cockily. “How was your first road head experience?”

I raise a brow, still trying to catch my breath and settle my rapidly beating heart. “I meant what I said. You’re going to pay for that.”

He grins, turning his attention out the windshield, and I swear I hear him mutter that he can’t wait. This brat.