Page 12 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

CHAPTER 4

Dominic had to employ every inch of self-restraint he had not to whip out his cock and shove it into Austin’s pretty mouth.

But he held himself still. It helped that there was a persistent little voice reminding him that he had officially ventured into idiot territory, that he was ruining his career over this, and that he would be out of a job after the fallout finally settled.

That voice was easy to ignore with Austin kneeling in front of him, asking nervously to suck his cock.

“You’re sure?” Dominic asked, stroking a thumb down Austin’s stubbled cheek. It had a thin layer of scruff on it, as he usually kept it between shoots.

Austin nodded. His face was flushed, his pupils huge. If Dominic didn’t know any better, he would think Austin was on something. Not that Dominic would ever let that happen on his watch. He’d only seen Austin high once—a tab of acid at a wrap party—and he’d seen how miserable it made him. Some people had great highs. But from what Austin had told him about his dabbling with drugs, they just dialed his worries up to eleven.

This didn’t look like a bad high. Austin looked like he was floating on cloud nine, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at Dominic with this spacey disbelief, like he still couldn’t believe that he got to have this.

Maybe he never has, Dominic reminded himself. Austin was a good actor after all. And it made sense that people would want what they thought they were getting: big, scary Austin, always in control. That was certainly the vibe he had gotten that night when Austin drunkenly confessed to wanting Dominic.

The idea that no one ever had Austin on his knees like this made something hot and possessive roar to life in Dominic’s chest. He hooked his thumb over Austin’s lower lip, rubbing over the flat of his tongue.

“If you need to stop,” he said. “Just tap my leg. Nod if you understand.”

Austin nodded eagerly, his mouth still speared open on Dominic’s thumb. He seemed torn on what to look at. Dominic’s face or his cock, which was hovering less than an inch away from Austin’s mouth.

Dominic took his thumb off Austin’s tongue, smearing a thin line of spit down his stubbled chin. Then he took himself out of his slacks, gratified to find that the material was warm from rubbing it over Austin’s face earlier.

Austin jerked forward.

“Ah-ah.” Dominic’s hand tightened in Austin’s short hair, bringing him to a stop just before that delicious mouth touched his cock. “Take it easy. Just suck the head, nice and light.”

Austin nodded again. He was smiling, Dominic noticed with a surge of fondness. Big and goofy, the kind of smile that would entirely ruin his image if he did it in public. Then he sealed his lips around Dominic’s cockhead and his smile vanished by necessity as they formed a tight seal around the plummy skin. At first, he sucked too hard, and Dominic was about to drag him back. Then the suction eased as Austin seemingly remembered his instructions.

“Good,” Dominic said, half gasping it. He rubbed his fingertips against Austin’s scalp, watching the man’s eyelids flutter. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

Austin groaned. His eyes drifted fully shut, and he dipped lower to take more of Dominic in his mouth.

“Not yet,” Dominic told him, his thighs trembling with the effort it took not to thrust wildly into his mouth. “I have another idea. Stand up.”

Austin’s dreamy look faded. He pulled off Dominic, frowning.

“What?” he panted. “Why? What’d I do?”

“You can get back to my cock in a second,” Dominic assured him, stroking his scalp calmingly. “I just got ahead of myself. Are you going to stand up?”

Austin grumbled but stood. His legs wobbled. There was a wet patch on his slacks where his cockhead was pressing. Dominic’s own cock pulsed as he thought about how desperate Austin must be. And he’d still chosen to blow him.

Dominic stood back, thinking. He liked the idea of taking off Austin’s clothes, feeling all that bare, tattooed skin under him. But Austin obviously liked getting told what to do. Would he prefer to do it himself, or would he prefer to stand there while Dominic did it?

There was always time to find out. No way was Dominic letting this be the last time. He’d barely had Austin, and he was already addicted.

“Take off your clothes for me,” Dominic decided.

Austin’s disgruntled look dissolved into eager awe. He fumbled at his shirt, missing the top button twice before he finally tugged it free. He got naked in record time, throwing his clothes on the couch nearby and looking back at Dominic expectantly.

Dominic took a moment to admire Austin’s naked body. He’d seen glimpses of it when Austin came out of an evening shower or in that movie where he didn’t use a body double for a sex scene. But it was so different like this—his toned, hairless chest heaving, his powerful thighs shifting anxiously as he waited. Except for his face, he was shaved all over.

Not shaved, Dominic corrected himself. Waxed. Austin complained about it after every session.

Dominic usually preferred hairy guys. But there was something so damn appealing about Austin, hairless from the neck down, his cock standing to attention without any dark hair around to distract from it.

“Poor puppy,” Dominic said. He trailed a hand down Austin’s stomach, feeling it tense underneath him as Austin’s abs appeared in stark relief. All six of them. Contractually mandated, as Austin had said. They looked good. But they also made Dominic remember all the boring meals Austin had complained about.