Page 24 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

Austin writhed. His clothes felt like they were legitimately going to rip off his body. He could feel the seams straining along his biceps. A button flew off his shirt and pinged Dominic’s broad chest. Austin laughed, breathless and horny.

“Focus,” Dominic told him.

Austin opened his mouth to tell him it was difficult when Dominic was towering over him like this. Then Dominic flipped him over like he didn’t weigh anything, and Austin’s next breath puffed out against the sheets.

Dominic pulled his arms behind his back. Austin had to remind himself to struggle, even though every part of him wanted to give in. He twisted and strained to no avail. It was surprisingly hot knowing that he really couldn’t get out of this. Dominic could genuinely do anything to him.

Dominic knelt over him and ground his hard-on into the small of Austin’s back. Austin groaned, still struggling weakly against his grip.

“If only your fans could see you now,” Dominic said, his breath hot over Austin’s ear. “Not so tough after all.”

Austin gasped, hips bucking against the mattress. Then Dominic leaned harder against him, holding him frozen in place.

“Not that I need to hold you down,” Dominic continued. “You’ll do whatever I want. Won’t you?”

“Yeah,” Austin panted.

He tried to strain back against him. But Dominic was holding him down so thoroughly he couldn’t move. Austin had never felt so held in his life. He moaned again, helpless.

“My obedient little puppy,” Dominic said into his ear. “Want me to get those tight clothes off? They look sore.”

Austin nodded desperately against the sheets. He felt like he was burning up. He needed Dominic’s hands on his bare skin.

Dominic kissed the back of his neck. “What do you say?”

“Please,” Austin begged.

Dominic chuckled, low and dark. Then he sat back enough to get his hands under Austin’s chest and started yanking at his buttons. It took surprisingly little effort for the buttons to rip, and suddenly Dominic was pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the floor.

“Wanted to do that to you all night, back then,” Dominic explained. “You kept flexing.”

“Wanted you to notice me,” Austin mumbled into the sheets.

“It worked,” Dominic replied. He slid his hands down Austin’s crotch, pausing to squeeze him so tightly Austin whimpered. Then he undid his zipper, pulling Austin’s pants and boxers over his ass.

“What,” Austin said. “No ripping? You didn’t want to rip my pants off?”

“Didn’t need to rip these,” Dominic said. He palmed Austin’s ass, kneading the muscles Austin had done so many squats for. Then he pushed Austin’s knees up under him, which could barely pull apart with his pants halfway down his thighs.

Face down. Ass in the air. Just like Austin had imagined. But he wanted to see Dominic, so he started to push himself up on his elbows.

Dominic stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Down.”

He pushed. Austin went, the breath whooshing out of him as his cheek hit the mattress again. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his breath coming fast and stuttering as Dominic knelt behind him, rubbing his clothed cock on Austin’s bare ass.

“Fuck,” Austin whispered. He turned to stare at Dominic, who was staring admiringly at Austin splayed out below him. “You’re gonna do it, right? You’re gonna fuck me?”

“If you’re good.”

Austin pushed back against him, only for Dominic to hold him still again. The pressure on his back made pleasure zap up his spine, hot and delicious.

“You made me wait,” Austin moaned. “Six months, Dominic. That’s foreplay enough.”

Dominic hummed. His hand dragged down Austin’s back, lower and lower until he trailed over Austin’s hole. Not pressing in yet, just stroking over it.

“Ask me,” Dominic said. “Like a good boy.”

Austin rubbed his head into the sheets. He was already sweating; he could feel it along his back and under his pits. He wanted Dominic so bad he could cry.