Page 26 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

CHAPTER 8

There was only one thought underneath the haze of incredible pleasure: I should have taken that goddamn condom.

Dominic had to make this last. But Austin was so tight. He was already shaking with pleasure after one thrust, mouth hanging open against the mattress, still groaning from that first thrust that had buried Dominic balls-deep.

Dominic gritted his teeth and pulled out slowly, until only his cockhead remained. Austin looked so perfect stretched out around his cock. Dominic ran a thumb around his hole, fighting the urge to shove another finger alongside his cock.

“Sore?” he asked breathlessly.

Austin shook his head, his stubble rasping against the sheets. “‘S good. Keep going. Show me.”

He didn’t say the rest, but Dominic heard it anyway: show me how you would have fucked me that night. He’d imagined it so many times, in so many ways. In the bar, in the car on the way back home, in Austin’s bed after he begged for it. But Dominic knew one thing: it was going to be desperate. They’d both waited so long. Even after just six months, the tension was palpable. This was never going to be slow.

Dominic let himself watch for another few thrusts, luxuriating in the sight of Austin stretched around his cock. The arch of his inked back, already shiny with sweat. Dominic dragged his hand down his spine. There was a snake tattoo curling along the notches, its mouth bared in a way that suggested the man underneath it was something to fear.

Dominic imagined Austin face down on a leather chair, not making any noise as the needle carved the snake into his back. Tattoos, dumbbells, even his damn posture—so much effort to make himself look intimidating. He’d just fallen into it, Austin had told him once. He didn’t need to work on it anymore; people just looked at him and assumed.

Not Dominic. Even at the interview, with Austin’s shirtsleeves rolled up to expose all those thorny tattoos and his eyes cool and distant as he watched Dominic over that interview table, he’d figured out it was all an act. Austin was a good actor, but there were some things Dominic just knew. Like the longing on Austin’s face as he saw Dominic for the first time.

He wanted Dominic to dominate him. Then the longing faded, replaced by weary resignation. He thought he would never get what he wanted.

And now here they were.

Dominic ran a finger over the top notch of Austin’s spine, bracketed by the snake’s open mouth. He gave Austin’s stretched hole one last hungry glance, then he leaned over Austin and pressed him down into the bed.

Austin moaned, muffled into the sheets.

“Is this what you wanted when you asked me to fuck you?” Dominic asked, nosing at Austin’s cheek. He snapped his hips, and Austin’s reply cut off in a gasp.

“Yeah,” Austin said when he got his breath back. “Yeah, fuck, please. Just like that. Want it.”

“I thought we were doing whatever I wanted,” Dominic said. He grabbed Austin’s hips, holding him still as he fucked him into the mattress. “Hmm? Whatever I say, right?”

“Yes,” Austin babbled. “Yeah, yes.”

Dominic let him have a few more thrusts, entranced by the ecstasy in Austin’s face and the tight heat of his body. Then he knelt up, pulling out so abruptly that Austin groaned in protest.

“Turn over,” Dominic said.

Austin lay there for a moment, panting. Then he rolled over, his legs falling open around Dominic’s hips. His cock smeared precome against his stomach, and Dominic took a second to admire how wet he was getting.

“Good puppy,” Dominic said. He took Austin’s shins, pushing them back against his torso. “Grab your ankles.”

Austin did. He stared up at Dominic, his chest heaving and flushed.

Dominic traced his hand down his pecs. “Keep holding them there. If you let go, I’ll stop. As long as you’re holding on, I’m going to keep fucking you until I come. Even if you come first, even if you’re sensitive, I won’t stop unless you let go. Got it?”

Austin moaned. His fingers tightened around his ankles, like he was in this for the long haul.

“Got it,” he rasped. “Sir.”

Dominic smirked. “Good.”

He pulled Dominic up by the hips and fitted his cock back inside. Austin’s cock jerked between them, another drop of precome running into his waxed stomach.

“So wet for me,” Dominic said. He fucked him faster, watching Austin’s shiny precome drip further up his stomach, no body hair to stop the flow. He let go of one of his hips to swipe his thumb through the mess, then held it up to Austin’s gaping mouth.

“Suck,” he said.