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Chapter Eight

Dominic

I’ve never been to a porn set before. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done it all myself. Before I bought my house, I did it in my apartment. I have to say, this whole setup is pretty impressive. We haven’t even gone in yet and I’m already grinning.

“This is all professional and shit, huh?” I say as we walk to the front door. I reach out to pull it open, but Mikah stops me. He grips my arm and pulls me to the side.

“Let’s get something straight before we go in there, okay?”

“Sure,” I say with a smile. He’s been tense since we left this morning, and I wouldn’t expect anything different from him. Being out and about with me can’t be easy for him. Suggesting we drive together because I didn’t know where I was going really got under his skin, but I’ve made that my duty these days.

“This is my place of business. It’s where I work, and how I earn a living. I was asked to do this as a top creator, because I’m good at what I do. None of this means I like you; it doesn’ t mean we’re friends. I still hate you. And if you do anything, and I do mean anything , to fuck with me today, especially while we are here, trust me, you will regret it.”

Oh, he’s serious and extra grumpy. I love it.

“Are you done?” I ask quietly.

He fumes, gritting his teeth. “I’m not joking.”

“You really need to chill out, you know? Maybe after we’re done, you’ll feel better.”

“What the hell does that mean?” he snaps.

I step closer to him, lowering my voice. “It means I’m about to fuck you so good, you won’t know how to be in a bad mood.”

I pull my arm from his hand and head inside. The door closes after me, and I know he isn’t there. I stunned him into stillness. Love that for me.

I stop at the reception desk and smile at the pretty girl behind the desk.

“Hi, can I help you?” she asks.

“Just waiting for my friend out there.” I gesture behind me. “I’m here to do a shoot with him.”

“Oh, for the calendar?”

“That’s right.”

The door opens and closes and in walks Mikah. I swear his cheeks are a little pink, but maybe I’m wrong.

“Hey, Nova,” he says, as if there isn’t a single thing bothering him.

“Mikah,” she greets with a knowing smirk. “Have fun,” she calls after us when I hurry to follow him up the stairs .

Mikah walks like he’s on a mission, moving down the hall quickly. We pass a few people, and I smile politely at them. He turns into a room labeled #7, which has a table full of… chocolate stuff. Great. I’m going to leave here with diabetes.

“We need to shower. By the time we’re done, Chad should be here,” Mikah says.

“Chad is…”

“The photographer. Obviously.”

“Oh, right. Yeah.”

Obviously.

I guess we came to the room for him to check that everything was ready to go because he doesn’t grab anything before we leave and move back down the hall to go into the locker room.

I get undressed, and a wave of nerves rolls through me. This isn’t normal. I’m usually not nervous when it comes to this stuff at all. It must be the setting that’s throwing me off. Everything is all professional, and it’s weird. Not what I’m used to.

I’m down to my boxer briefs when Mikah shoves a towel at me. Not sure where he got it from, but I accept it and finish getting naked.

I turn toward the showers, noting Mikah is already walking that way, completely naked.

Fuck, he has a nice ass. I mean, I already knew that because I’ve seen it, but seeing it out of pants? It’s round and jiggly. I want to bite it. I want to spread his cheeks and bury my face in there.

Which I will do by the end of the day, if I have any say in it .

The difference between him and me is that I have no issues having sex with him, even if I can’t stand him. He’s going to let this bother him for the rest of his life, probably.

Mikah was very clear about what he wanted for this video. Nothing intimate. Me fucking him. Him sucking me off with some chocolate. A pretty basic thing. But I plan on getting him all worked up during this shoot so that he’s begging me to lick his tight little hole.

The showers are quick, and by the time I get back to the lockers, Mikah is already shoving his pants on. I do the same, because we agreed we’d start the shoot in just black boxer briefs and jeans. He suggested using white, and I told him the chocolate would look like shit stains if they got in the wrong place, so we shouldn’t risk it. He was mad that I made a valid point.

I can’t wait for the day I can fuck that brat right out of him. I swear once he gets a taste, he won’t want to let me go. He’ll crave me setting him straight.

“You going to give me the silent treatment all day?” I ask as I hurry to keep up with him.

“I’m not.”

“You kind of are.”

“Not talking isn’t giving you the silent treatment. I just don’t like talking.”

“I see.”

He stops in the doorway of room #7 and turns to me. “I don’t know what you’re expecting from me, but I was clear about my feelings toward you. I’m not going to be nice just because you’re doing me a favor.”

“Shouldn’t that be the exact reason to be nice to someone?” I ask with a smirk.

“No,” he grits out. He makes to move, but I grip his arm, tugging him to me so his chest slams against mine.

“Give me all your hatred, baby. Every ounce of it. I want it. The more you give me, the more I’ll fuck it out of you.”

He scoffs, not missing a beat.

“You’re pretty full of yourself, you know.”

“I can back it up.”

“We’ll see about that.”

We stare at each other a long time before we’re interrupted.

“You guys waiting on me?”

Mikah looks away first. I win again.

I assume this guy is the photographer, considering he’s holding a fancy camera. I let go of Mikah and he takes a step away from me. Something he could have done the entire time, by the way, but instead chose to be close to me. Cute. He’s so fucking cute. And I can’t wait to show him what he’s been missing out on. Of course, it’ll have to wait for my video, but he’ll get hints of it today. Just a little taste that will undoubtedly make him want more.

Maybe I am a little full of myself, but I meant it when I said I can back it up. Mikah is going to love my dick. Everyone always does.

I hold my hand out to the photographer. “Dominic. ”

“Chad.” His eyes narrow and they light up with recognition. He takes my hand. “Dominic Blake?”

I grin. “The one and only.”

“Mikah didn’t tell me he was shooting with you today.”

We both glance at Mikah to see him frowning at us.

“Surprise,” Mikah mutters with so much sarcasm it has me laughing.

Chad chuckles as we walk into the room, then says, “I’m thinking we do some shots over there.” He points to the bare wall. “Then get some on the bed.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” I comment with a grin.

“Kiss-ass,” Mikah mutters.

“Well, if you guys are good, I think we can get started. Just stand over there for a sec so I can get a few practice shots, make sure the lighting is good and all that.”

We move to the wall he pointed at to get ready for the shots.

“You excited, neighbor?” I ask quietly.

“Not even a little.”

“That’s unfortunate.” I look at him from the corner of my eye. “Because I’m thrilled.”

“Okay, everything looks good,” Chad says after taking a few practice shots. “Have at it.”

There’s no way I’m letting Mikah get the upper hand, even though he told me he’d take the lead because it’s his shoot. Sorry, not sorry—not happening. I grab a bottle of chocolate sauce before Chad is even finished speaking. I pop the top and pour the chocolate down Mikah’s chest, causing him to make a sound of surprise, and just when it reaches his naval, I drop to my knees to catch it with my tongue. Putting the bottle down, I hook my fingers in Mikah’s jeans so he can’t move away, and with my tongue still on his stomach, I look up, knowing this is going to be one sexy fucking photo.

It’s the look on his face, a mix of shock and arousal, that has me getting hard in my jeans. Well, I hadn’t expected that to happen so soon.

The clicking of the camera moves behind me as Chad gets different angles of this shot. I’m pulling the big guns out right in the beginning—and fucking proud of it. I lick my way up his abs until I’m back on my feet, then suck on his neck, even though there isn’t a speck of chocolate there. I swear I hear the smallest moan leave him, but hey, I’m probably mistaken because he was very clear on what he wanted here, and this certainly wasn’t it.

I push him against the wall and hand him a glass of chocolate milk with a white and red straw.

“Hold this. Drink it. Do what you want with it.”

He takes it, looking unsure, and I guess it’s a good thing I’m here because he doesn’t seem to know what the hell he’s doing. He’s just standing around like a mannequin, waiting for me to make a move. But that’s what I love, so I’m totally fucking fine with it. Maybe it’s because he’s stunned, or maybe he’s that submissive that the moment I take charge, he gives up and lets go. The latter is more exciting.

I get the bottle of chocolate sauce and pour more on his chest, running it back and forth so it drips down almost artistically, then take my time to lick it up. Mikah holds the glass of milk out, takes a sip, does a few things that tell me he’s snapping out of it and remembering we’re here for a photoshoot and he needs to do something other than look blissed out of his mind. I mean, I like him like that, it’s hot as hell, but he’ll be pissed at me if he doesn’t get any good shots out of this. It’ll be my fault. I’m not even mad about it, because yes, it fucking will. Meaning, I win again.

I grab the chocolate whipped cream, drawing a line from his collarbone down to his hip in a zip-zag pattern, and work my way down with my tongue. Once I’m settled on my knees, halfway done licking it clean, there’s a sharp pain in my head and I realize Mikah has me by the hair.

I look up at him, unsure if he’s pissed or what.

The look on his face doesn’t help much. He could be really angry… or really fucking horny. Mikah pulls on my hair, yanking my head back to an uncomfortable angle and tips the glass of milk.

“Open up,” he says in a low tone—a tone that I’ll be jerking off to later, because fuck, who knew he could be so intense . When he’s angry, he’s almost childish. Petulant. Him being a brat. But this? This is so different. This is him taking charge of the situation. It’s him being feisty. And I don’t know if I like it or not. I’m the one in charge here. That’s how things are going to be with us. Still, this is his shoot, so I won’t push the matter now. I part my lips, opening my mouth.

Mikah cranes my neck back more, making it painful and then he tips the glass further to pour the milk into my mouth. The camera clicks over and over again. I’m so caught up in what we’re doing I keep forgetting there’s someone else here until my mind registers the sound the camera is making.

I swallow down as much of the chocolate milk as I can, but it spills out, the semi-cold liquid dripping down my neck and chest. I bet that’s exactly what he was hoping for. When he tips the glass more, making more milk come out, I know it’s his plan, because there is no way I can swallow that much that fast. For a second, I wonder if he’s trying to get me to choke and kill me. Maybe this is anger and not horniness, after all?

“Hey, Mikah,” Chad says. “Turn to the side a little. Dominic, stay like that with your mouth open. Mikah, tilt your head back and drink some of that milk, making sure it spills out. I’ll get a great shot with him on his knees like this.”

I’ve got the image clear in my head. A side profile of us. Me on my knees, looking up at him with an open mouth and chocolate milk all over my lips, chin, and dripping down my chest. Mikah standing there, his hand in my hair holding me in place, his muscles showing off as he holds his arm up with the glass to his lips and the milk pouring down his chest. Shit, that’s hot. I’m going to need copies just for me.

“That’s so good, thanks,” Chad says. “Now, Dominic, turn so your back is to the wall. Mikah, get him the bottle of chocolate sauce and put the milk down. Stand in front of him, blocking him. Dominic, put your hands around him, gripping the chocolate sauce. From here, it’ll look like you’re giving him head. Sexy.”

We do as he says, and it’s another image I’m going to need a copy of. I swear I’m going to hang these in my house. Maybe in my bedroom, on the ceiling, so I can look at them when I come.

I can’t remember the last time my dick was aching so fucking badly. I’ll have to jerk off before we start the video, or I’ll come way too quickly. I knew I should have done that earlier this morning, but I was running late. Would have been tempted more had Mikah been interested in helping me, but of course I dare not ask him that.

“You good?” I ask softly, looking up at Mikah while Chad snaps pics.

“Great.”

I can’t tell by his tone if he means that or if he’s being sarcastic. He’s so difficult to read sometimes. I swear I knew exactly how to get to him, but now that we’re here, in an element he must be more comfortable in, he’s like a different person. Or maybe he’s this different person because he’s uncomfortable. He doesn’t do group things, and maybe this is his way of disassociating to make himself deal with what’s going on. I can’t tell, but I’m curious as fuck to know how his brain works.

I can’t wait to see how he is when we make the video. He’s been as hard as I am this entire time, and I bet if I called him out on it, he’d give some lame excuse. There’s no way he’d ever let me think it’s because of me or something I’m doing. But then I gesture to the bed, and he goes. See, all he needs is a firm hand, and he’s like putty. Yet now and then, he fights for control. Typical brat, I guess. Just doing things to be put in his place. He craves structure and expectations.

“Head off the bed,” I tell him.

Frowning, he does as I say. I get to my knees, grab my newest favorite bedroom tool—the chocolate sauce—and pour it all over his lips. Before he can argue, I lean down and drag my tongue along those chocolaty full lips, and I hardly have to work to get him to open his mouth. I swipe my tongue along his in a slow, sensual movement, and I don’t miss the way his breath hitches. I suck on his tongue, then lick up the chocolate all around his mouth as my hand spreads onto his chest, down to his abs. Raking my fingernails back up, I cause him to arch into my hand. The camera is going crazy.

“I said no kissing,” he pants when I pull away.

I smirk. “Yeah, well, looks like you changed your mind.”