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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Mikah

I slip on the suit pants, still amazed at how well they fit and how good they feel.

Dominic asked me to get ready at his place with him, but I told him I’d rather get ready at my own place. For no reason other than I want to surprise him with how I look. After trying on the suits at the store to make sure they fit, we took them to the car, and before leaving, Dominic made me choke on his dick while jerking me off and swallowing my cum. He was so turned on by how I looked, and I’m hoping to get the same reaction from him today.

Things with us have been intense but amazing. I have zero complaints about how things are going, especially since that voice in my head has been basically non-existent.

Tonight is an important night for Dominic, and I am so proud to be going not only as his date, but as his boyfriend. He gets to show me off, and though showing my face was not something I wanted to do, I’m happy to do it tonight—with him.

My fans approving of it also helps. A good portion of them paid for that bonus video of me and Dominic, wanting to finally see my face. Many of them want more content like that. It makes me feel good. Dominic and I made another shorter video that we put up, and though I haven’t wanted to, I made some of my own content to put up so my boss and my fans don’t get pissed.

Dominic has paused his platform, letting people know he has a lot going on and he needs to rework things. It had me in a near panic, but he assured me his money situation is fine, especially after the bonus from RyanJack504 , and he only plans to take off two to three months. His fans will wait.

He wants to get through this award ceremony and figure out how to rework his platform. He’s still stuck on doing the couple thing, making it all about us. I’m not opposed to it, but I like that we have time that’s just ours. We tabled the discussion to talk about it another time so we can figure something out that works for both of us. I’m glad he told me he wouldn’t make videos with other people. At the time, I felt bad. Now? Even the thought of it has me near murderous. Thinking of him treating anyone else the way he treats me is… I can’t even think about it. My skin gets all hot and my fingers itch to choke something—and not for fun.

“Are you still there?” Zach says. My phone is sitting on the bathroom counter, the speakerphone is on .

“I’m here,” I say, slipping into my shirt. I button it up and tuck it into my pants before buttoning them and putting on the belt.

“What is taking you so long? You’re worse than a woman.”

“Shut up,” I say.

“Well, I want to know what he has to say about it.”

“And I already told you I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“You’re no fun.”

I roll my eyes and slip the tie around my neck. Once that’s tied, the vest is next. Socks. Shoes. Jacket is last. I’d already done my hair, making sure every single one was in place. I should have gone for a haircut, but Dominic says he likes it better like this. A little messy. More to grab onto. A little gel and a blow dryer, and it doesn’t look so bad. Just different from what I’m used to. More of the curls come out when it’s longer, but I admit I like when Dominic holds on to it and fucks my face.

“I’m so mad that you’re consistently getting laid,” Zach complains.

“Well, maybe you should have gone into this business, like I told you.”

“You know I can’t leave my family.”

“You can do both.”

“I don’t have time for that,” he says with a huff.

He does have time; he’s just making excuses for himself. His family is his priority, and that’s okay. It’s not the sex that’s getting to him; I can read between the lines. It’s that he’s there with his family, with no future of his own life in sight. I wasn’t even looking for this life-changing event with Dominic, but now I have it. Everything with us is moving fast. My feelings are… a little out of control for only having been together for a month and a half, but I’m learning from him and going with it.

If he can change his lifestyle for me, no longer being the guy who sleeps around, I can certainly make changes for him. Like taking a risk to be with him. Living instead of just surviving for once.

“Mariah has only a few years left in high school, right?” I ask.

“She’s not even a freshman yet, Mikah. She just started eighth.”

“Damn. Why did I think she was older? Still, she’s old enough, Zach. You can break free a little. Go on a date. You aren’t the only sibling able to care for them.”

“The only responsible one.”

“I’m just saying it won’t kill you to go on a date. The kids are fine when you work.”

“I can justify going to work—”

“And you can justify wanting to be happy,” I add in before he can argue further.

“Maybe you and your boyfriend should come visit me.”

“I am not having a threesome with you, Zach.”

“Now that is rude, Mikah. I’m your best friend. You did it with that stranger.”

“No,” is all I say.

“Rude,” he mutters, and I can’t help but laugh. Truthfully, I’m not opposed to having a threesome with Zach and Dominic because I trust them both. But I am not going to visit Zach just for that. I cannot handle going back to the trailer park yet. Maybe in a few years.

I give myself one last look in the mirror, then grab my jacket and shrug it on.

“Okay, I’m done. I gotta go.”

“Do not forget to send me a picture!”

“I won’t.” I grab the phone. “Bye, Zach.”

I end the call and snap a photo of myself in the bathroom mirror and send it to Zach.

Then I send a text to Dominic.

Me: Ready or not, here I come.

I head downstairs, dropping some food into the bowl for CP, and heading out the door.

“Be back later,” I call to him before locking up and going down the stairs. My phone dings so I pull it from my pocket.

Zach: Holy fuck, my dick is hard!

I roll my eyes and pocket my phone.

“Oh, Mikah. How are you?” the mail lady asks. “You look fancy. Hot date?”

I grin. “Yeah, something like that.”

She hands me my mail that I flip through as she moves on to Dominic’s house, putting his in his mailbox. I get to a letter that’s from the social security office. My heart does a flip. I’ve been waiting for them to get back to me. Apparently, it’s a long process to be approved for a new social security number. I get it. If they were easy with it, many people would do it and use it as an excuse. Steal their own identities just to get a new one. People are fucking crazy.

I tear it open with trembling fingers, unfold the paper, and read through quickly. I breathe out a sigh of relief, tipping my head back.

Approved .

Thank fuck.

I hurry over to Dominic’s, bursting through the front door instead of ringing the bell—I don’t do that anymore.

“Dom!” I call, hurrying up the stairs. “Guess what! I got a let—” I stop abruptly when I set eyes on him. He turns to face me, and it all happens in slow motion. “Ho-ly fuck,” I breathe out, my dick instantly hard.

His eyes widen, taking me in from head to toe. “Ditto,” he answers gruffly.

I roll my neck, taking in a breath. “You look so fucking hot,” I say, walking to him and running my hand up his side. The suit fits perfectly, and just the overall look… the dark material against his tan skin and dark features. His hair done… Fuck, he’s so sexy.

How is he mine?

“You look… fuck, I can’t even find the words.” He leans in to kiss me, his hand sliding to my ass and squeezing. “I’m going to fuck you so good tonight.”

“You better,” I say against his lips, before going in for a deeper kiss. I feel myself growing hard, and he must too, because he gives me an easy push away, chuckling.

“What were you saying? ”

“Huh?” I ask, taking a small step back, but not wanting to. What I want to do is bend over so he can fuck me while wearing that suit.

“On your way up. You were saying something.”

“Oh, right.” I hold up the letter. “Approved for a new SSN.”

He grins, kissing me again. “It’s going to be a good fucking night. I’m going to walk out an award-winning adult creator, and you’ve got a whole new identity.”

I laugh. “Damn right you are.”

We stand there, kissing for a while, both of us hard and grinding against each other.

“I can’t come in my pants,” I say, stepping away. “I have nothing else to wear.”

“You’d have to stay in what you’re wearing. Walking around with cum in your briefs all night? That’ll have me hard as a fucking rock.”

I chew on my lip, thinking of him being hard up on stage for all to see. Even though most of those people have probably seen his dick, I don’t like it.

“I’ll pass.”

He barks out a laugh. “Come here.”

He holds out his arm, and I go to his side. We face the mirror, and he snaps a few photos. Both of us smiling, him kissing my temple. The photos go up on his social media with the title MAIF Awards with the sexiest man alive.

“A little dramatic, don’t you think?” I ask .

“Not at all,” he says as we head downstairs. “Limo should be here soon.”

He insisted on that, by the way. It’s taking us to the airport, where we’ll get on a private plane with a few others in our area that’re flying into Vegas for the show. I was worried about being in this suit all day, because I never found them comfortable, but that was before I had a nice one that is tailored to fit like a second skin. Now, my biggest concern is getting it dirty. How am I supposed to keep my hands off him when he looks so good? Fuck, why does cum have to be so damn messy and unpredictable?

“Do you know who will be on the plane with us?” I ask, getting us each a bottle of water from the fridge. I hand him his.

“Diana Dix, Victor Johnson, Jamie May, and a few others I can’t remember.”

“I don’t think I know any of them.”

“Maybe if you see their faces,” he says with a shrug, pauses, then looks at me. “Or their genitals.”

I laugh.

“Good point.”

The limo shows up twenty minutes later. The driver is a polite and well-dressed old man who is probably someone’s adorable grandfather.

Dominic keeps the privacy window up and raises the volume on the music. The drive is about an hour, but it’s not even five minutes before he’s getting on his knees in front of me and tearing at my pants.

“Dominic,” I warn, trying to shove him off. “No. ”

“Yes,” he says, batting my hands away. “I want your cock in my mouth. Then I want mine in yours.”

“You’re going to make a mess,” I hiss.

“We’re going to a fucking porn award ceremony. They’ll just laugh. No one is afraid of cum, Mikah.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. I lean back, letting him do his thing. He isn’t wasting time, showing me how much he wants me to explode down his throat. It doesn’t take long—it never does unless he wants it to. I’m still amazed at how this man controls my orgasms…

We switch spots and I greedily suck on his dick, eager for his cum after he swallowed mine. He too doesn’t take long, and when I’m done, I shake my head and plop down beside him.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Insatiable. For you.”

He leans over, kissing me deeply.

This man is so… I still can’t find words. He blows my mind with how amazing he is, how well he knows me, how good he makes me feel. And honestly? I love accepting that. I love letting it be and no longer fighting it.

“I’ve never been on a plane,” I say suddenly.

“No shit?” He huffs out a laugh.

“Never,” I say. “Not sure how I feel about it.”

“Well, we can be terrified together.” He takes my hand, kissing it.

“Heights? ”

“Yep. Normally I’d get shit-faced, but since I may have to go up on stage to get an award, it’s probably a bad idea.”

“It would be memorable,” I suggest.

“The last thing I need is to be put on YouTube for making an idiot of myself.”

“It could make you more money.”

“It could also ruin my career.”

I could ruin your career.

That stupid voice. Why? Why now?

I clear my throat, resting my head back. That stupid voice just ruined my mood, as it usually does.

“At least it’s a quick flight,” I add, not wanting him to think something is wrong even though something is wrong… and he probably already knows.

“Yeah, I guess.”

He shifts in his seat, and I pop an eye open to see what he’s doing. Dropping my hand, he digs into the console and pulls out a bottle of champagne. The top is popped off, and he takes a swig.

“Classy,” I say.

He grins, handing over the bottle.

I take a swig.

“That’s my boy.”

We pass it back and forth until it’s empty. A short time later, we’re at the airport. I do my best to keep calm for Dominic and do what I can to make him feel more relaxed. It’s not easy. Though I’m not afraid of heights, being trapped in a metal can that’s going to fly through the air is a little scary.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Is that Dominic Blake?” A man gets up from the chair once we reach the gate. He’s dressed similarly to Dominic. He’s a little taller and has lots of tattoos. Bright blue eyes and blond hair. He’s pretty hot, honestly.

“Gerard. I had no idea you’d be here.” Dominic goes in for a hug. He’s so huggy. Why does he like hugging so many people?

This Gerard guy turns toward me, smiling knowingly. “This must be the boyfriend I’ve heard so much about.”

“So much?” Dominic says skeptically.

He waves a hand at him, then opens his arms wide to hug me. Well, I guess I’m hugging him too. The first thing I notice is how good his expensive cologne smells.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers in my ear. “His dick hasn’t been in my ass, so you don’t have to be jealous or anything.”

I force out a nervous laugh. “Wasn’t really worried about that.”

“You sure?” he asks when he pulls back. “You look a little… you know.” He tugs on his tie.

“It’s his first time flying, Gerard. Don’t be a dick,” Dominic says with that no-bullshit tone of his. He’s consistently aggressive, but not in a scary way. It’s just who he is and how he is. He’s a domineering person, and not for a second have I ever been afraid of him. With that said, I would not put it past him to lay someone out if they pissed him off. Is it awful of me to say that would turn me on more ?

“Babe, get your ass over here,” a girl calls out. She’s also blonde, huge boobs, full lips, and also a ton of tattoos. There’s a tall pink suitcase in front of her, and she’s sitting in a row of four seats. “Stop being a jerk. Hi, Dominic.”

“Hey, Stella,” he says, pulling out his phone. “Let’s go get a drink.”

He takes my hand and pulls me away from the sitting area. I spot a bar not too far down.

“How do you know so many people?” I ask.

“That’s what happens when you make content with a lot of different people. It’s called networking.”

“I know what networking is,” I groan. “I’m not an idiot.”

“Don’t be snappy with me,” he says, pulling out a chair for me. I sit, and he takes the one beside me.

“Vodka on the rocks, please,” he orders, then looks at me.

“Just a beer.”

“There’s going to be a lot of that tonight. This whole weekend, probably. Please don’t let it bother you.”

I huff out a sigh, slightly annoyed because I already knew this.

“Do we have to keep talking about it?”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he says.

“And I’ve told you I am. I trust you. I’m aware of the things you’ve done for work. The more you bring it up and feel the need to convince me, the more it makes me want to question why you’re doing that.”

“Seriously? ”

The bartender slides us our drinks, putting down a slip with it. Dom goes to pull out his wallet, but I beat him to it, slapping down my card.

“Yes. It makes it seem like you’re trying to hide something. Being too forthcoming, over-explaining, you know?”

“That’s not—”

I raise a brow, and he stops, nodding once and grabbing his drink.

“I’m looking forward to this weekend with you. I am proud of you for this. I’m dealing with it the best way I can, and it only bothers me when you bring it up,” I explain.

“I’m sorry. I won’t anymore.”

“But I have a feeling you will.”

He smirks around his glass. “You’re probably right.”

I groan, my head falling back.

“Dominic Blake!” The voice is high-pitched. Almost shrilly.

“Miss Dix,” Dominic answers, getting up from his seat. He gives her a small hug, kissing both of her cheeks.

“I was so glad when I heard we’d be on the same flight.” She gasps, looking around him. “Who is this handsome man?”

I force a smile. I knew this is how it would be. I knew I’d be face-to-face with all these people talking to me, wanting to meet me and know things about me. They’d comment about me being his boyfriend—good and bad. I agreed to come with him anyway because that’s what boyfriends do. Also, I want to be here for him. I am proud of him and happy for him—and I want to be okay in this setting .

“Mikah Reed.” I get up, going in for a hug.

Maybe it’ll get easier the more I do it. Or maybe I’ll just go numb to it and no longer care.