Page 14 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

“That’s it,” Dominic coaxed, running his hands through Austin’s short hair. “Just take it. Must be so tiring putting on that act all the time, hmm? Everybody thinks you’re this big badass who’s always calling the shots. But you just want someone to tell you what to do, don’t you? My sweet little puppy.”

Austin gurgled. His eyes drifted open, hazy and wet. He looked at Dominic like he’d spent years worshipping at an altar and a god suddenly showed up. Like Dominic was giving him something he never thought he would get.

“Just like that,” Dominic heard himself say. He was getting nonsensical. It was tough to think straight with his orgasm getting so close. Austin was taking it perfectly, spit slicking his chin as Dominic thrusted.

“I’m gonna come,” Dominic panted. “You’re gonna take it like a good boy. That’s what you wanted all along, hmm? You wanted to be good for me.”

Austin whined wetly. His hips jerked. A tear spilled down his cheek, joining the mess of spit dripping down his chin.

Dominic buried himself up to the hilt and came. It washed over him so intensely he had to lock his knees so he didn’t fall over. He ground Austin’s nose against his pubes, feeling the other man swallow obediently as he pumped come down his throat.

Finally, the waves subsided. Dominic’s knees shook as he pulled Austin back by his hair, listening to him gasp wetly as he was able to breathe again.

Austin stared up at him, his face wet. His cock was so hard between his legs it was almost purple, but he didn’t seem to care. He only sat there, gazing up at Dominic, blinking, slow and dumb.

There was a trail of come in his spit-slick stubble. Dominic wiped it away with his thumb, cleaning it on his slacks before tucking his cock back into his boxers. He was going to have to get these clothes dry-cleaned anyway with what he was about to do next.

Austin swallowed several times before he was able to speak. “Did— Was that good?”

“You were perfect,” Dominic assured him. “Come up here.”

He tugged Austin’s hair. Austin stood shakily, looking like Dominic’s hand in his hair was the only thing holding him up.

Dominic kissed him. Austin moaned, his mouth opening just as sweetly as before, letting Dominic lick into him. His hands knotted in Dominic’s shirt, then quickly let go. Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to take his hands off his thighs yet.

Dominic picked him up by the back of his thighs. Austin pulled back with a shocked grunt, gaping at him. Dominic had seen the male lovers he had taken; none of those guys were picking him up. Shit, even Dominic was struggling. Austin might not have enough body fat, but he had a decent amount of muscle.

Dominic sank back into the couch, settling Austin on top of him.

Austin stared down at him dopily. “You said just one?”

“I said you could pick one thing,” Dominic agreed. “I never said what I would pick.”

He wanted to take Austin to bed. To take him the way Austin asked for that drunken night. But he could save that for later. They would do this again. They had to. It would end horribly—it didn’t take a genius to see that—but the start and middle would be fun.

Dominic just hoped he wouldn’t break Austin’s heart on the way. He’d already broken a few hearts by not being capable of letting anybody in. Austin seemed the type to get attached while Dominic stayed a safe distance away. He’d hate to do that to him.

But he didn’t want to think about that now. He ran a hand down Austin’s chest, feeling the muscles under his soft skin. Then he trailed his hand down and down until he wrapped a hand around Austin’s cock and squeezed.

Austin whimpered. His hips spasmed, and Dominic wrapped his free hand around them to hold him in place.

“Stay still,” Dominic said. “Hands on my shoulders.”

Austin fumbled at them, his fingers digging in hard. Dominic thought about admonishing him for it, but he was so distracted by the look on Austin’s face: pleasure so intense he was on the verge of tears. And still that shock remained, as if Austin still couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Good,” Dominic said. “Keep them there.”

He started working Austin’s cock, tight and fast.

Austin’s mouth fell open. His head dropped to Dominic’s shoulder, panting hotly against his suit. He was smearing spit and come over the fabric, and Dominic couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when Austin was making those noises—high, desperate whimpers that made Dominic want to pin him to the floor and fuck him senseless.

Later, Dominic told himself. He pressed a kiss to Austin’s forehead and said, “I’m going to let you come. Say thank you.”

“Thank you,” Austin croaked. His legs shook where they were stretched around Dominic’s thighs, his cock so wet it dripped precome over Dominic’s fingers.

“Oh fuck,” Austin whispered. “Oh shit, fuck, fuck, Dominic⁠—”

He stilled and came. It was surprisingly silent, only a few choked-off noises as he went rigid against him, shooting come all over Dominic’s suit.