Page 25 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

“Please, sir,” he said, cheeks burning. “Fuck me. Just like you would’ve fucked me that night.”

It was embarrassing. But Dominic made it worth it, as always. He reached up to grip Austin’s hair, fingers tangling in the short strands, and tugged so hard Austin saw stars.

“Did you have lube on you?” Dominic asked. “In case you teased me too much and I had to fuck you in that bar bathroom?”

Austin groaned, imagining it: Dominic’s big hand over his mouth to muffle his shouts as he fucked him against the door of a bathroom stall.

“No,” he said honestly.

Dominic grunted. “Guess it’s good I didn’t snap that night. You would have been sore.”

With that, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled the first drawer open. He found the lube without any assistance, and Austin’s cock throbbed as he imagined Dominic going through his things.

“Condom?” Dominic asked.

He wasn’t asking where they were, Austin realized. He was asking if he should wear one.

“I’m clean,” Austin said.

The drawer slid shut. Austin closed his eyes. When Dominic’s fingers touched his ass again, they were wet with lube.

Austin tried rocking back again. Dominic held him still, one hand on his hip as the other traced his hole.

“Poor puppy,” Dominic murmured. “So desperate for it, and no one will give it to you.”

Austin’s reply choked off in his throat as Dustin sunk two thick fingers inside him. It burned, but Austin didn’t care. He would have taken three without complaint if it meant Dominic was finally inside him.

“Gonna have to stretch you out thoroughly,” Dominic said. “Since you don’t get fucked much.”

Austin grinned deliriously. Of course, Dominic said things like “thoroughly” in bed.

“I have a toy,” he said, fighting the urge to push rock against Dominic’s huge fingers.

Dominic’s thrusting paused. Austin whined, unable to stop himself from pushing back this time. The burn was almost gone, and he wanted more.

“You’re going to let me watch that sometime,” Dominic said. Then there was a third finger inside him, stretching and scissoring. Almost clinical, if Austin thought about it. Like his only focus was making sure Austin was stretched for his cock.

Then his fingers grazed Austin’s prostate, and Austin moaned.

“There it is,” Dominic murmured. “You’re so sensitive.”

“Fuck me,” Austin begged again, doing his best to fuck himself on Dominic’s fingers only to be stopped by Dominic’s hand on his hip. “Please, sir. You said.”

“Only if you stay still, baby.”

Austin immediately forced himself to stop. Dominic squeezing his hip somehow made it harder. Sure, it was a physical setback. But Austin wanted to feel that resistance as he tried to rock back.

He didn’t let himself. He lay there, his ass in the air, his pants tight around his thighs, the sheets growing damp under his face as he panted hotly.

“Please,” he moaned. “Dominic. Sir. I know you want it, you can have it, whatever you want, please⁠—”

He cut off with a gasp as something huge and blunt and hot pressed over his hole. Austin twisted to look. Sure enough, that big, beautiful cock was poised over his hole. Once again, Dominic hadn’t bothered to take his pants off. He’d just undone his zipper and taken himself out.

His dark eyes were almost all pupil as he stared down at Austin, meeting his gaze as he rubbed his cockhead over Austin’s hole.

“This is how I would’ve fucked you that night,” Dominic told him.

Then he shoved inside, filling Austin to the brim.