Page 11 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

“It’s my job to protect you,” Dominic said simply.

“Yeah, but my knees?” Austin’s grin faded fast when Dominic sank a hand into his hair, gripping it tight. Not tight enough to sting, just enough to really make him feel it.

“You’ll make it up to me by sitting still, and silent, for two minutes. Then you can have your reward.”

The small part of Austin’s mind that wasn’t suddenly revolving around “reward” protested. That was it? He thought he’d at least have to suck a cock or something. But he just got more sitting?

“But,” he began.

Dominic shushed him. And for the first time, Austin noticed that he was hard.

It wasn’t immediately obvious. But now, being basically face to face with Dominic’s crotch, he could see the outline of Dominic’s cock. Half-hard and getting harder with each second Austin knelt below him.

It was big. So big Austin’s jaw ached in anticipation. He leaned in, mouthing eagerly at the fattening head trapped under Dominic’s slacks.

“Hey.” Dominic pulled him back by his hair, a short, sharp jerk that made sparks race down Austin’s spine. “Sit still.”

Austin wanted to ask if he was serious. Dominic couldn’t really find this fun, right? Austin was just sitting here. But he leaned back reluctantly, barely holding back a grudging retort.

It only got more difficult to keep quiet. Dominic’s cock was filling out right in front of him, so tantalizing Austin’s mouth watered. He wanted so badly to lean in and mouth along the thick ridge.

But Dominic told him to stay still. And Austin had been wanting to follow his orders for so long.

So, he stayed.

Even when Dominic stepped closer. Even when he pressed his clothed cock against Austin’s cheek.

Lust rushed through Austin’s head, making him dizzy. It took all his willpower not to turn his face toward it, not to latch onto the fabric and suck him through his slacks. Or, hell, even moan. He had to bite his lip to hold back his gasps as Dominic rubbed his clothed cockhead against the corner of his mouth.

“Good,” Dominic told him, his voice low. “Doing so good for me, Austin.”

Austin bit his lip so hard it stung. Dominic said his name so fucking rarely it felt like an adornment now. Especially with his hand wrapped so deliciously in his hair, his cock rubbing a hot line over Austin’s cheekbone.

The seconds passed, slow and torturous. Austin white-knuckled his hands in his lap, forcing himself not to grip his own cock or, worse, rub off against Dominic’s shin. He had never wanted anything so badly as he wanted Dominic’s cock, and he was going to fucking get it, no matter how long he had to wait.

“Okay,” Dominic said finally. “You can ask for one thing.”

Austin blinked. It took more effort than usual. Had it been two minutes already? It felt like forever, but also oddly short.

He looked up at Domnic, swallowing another gush of spit as his gaze caught once again on his cock. It was tenting his slacks now, jutting less than an inch away from Austin’s eager mouth.

He was about to ask to suck him off. Then he stopped, running Dominic’s words over in his hazy head.

“Wait,” he said. “Just one thing? Like, if I ask to blow you, I can’t ask you to jerk me off after?”

“Yes,” Dominic said. “What one thing do you pick?”

If Austin was less out of it, he would have laughed. As it was, he only stared up at Dominic, betrayed and fond and devastatingly turned on.

“Are you seriously not going to let me come if I say I want to blow you?” he asked incredulously.

“You get one thing,” said Dominic patiently. “What do you want?”

Austin’s cock twitched in his slacks. He was dripping into his boxers, the slick sticking uncomfortably along his shaft. He had been hard for what felt like forever. He had to get off. Didn’t he?

He opened his mouth. And even as his cock throbbed, he knew what he was going to say.

“I want to suck you.”