Page 41 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

Austin’s mouth watered as he thought about Dominic’s cockhead, red, rosy, and soft against the roof of his mouth.

“Sir,” Austin tried. “Please.”

Dominic’s dark eyes glinted. But he didn’t take his cock out as Austin expected. He just curled a hand around Austin’s head, the pressure so delicious it took Austin a moment to absorb what he said next.

“Take me out,” Dominic told him.

Austin blinked. Then he rushed into action, reaching for Dominic’s sweatpants and ignoring his aching muscles. He’d work out to failure every goddamn day if it meant he got to suck Dominic off after.

Dominic caught his wrists. “No hands.”

Austin stared up at him. “Huh?”

“Put them behind your back.”

Austin did. He clasped his hands together, trying to work out some of his pent-up energy. He was surprised he still had so much of it after that hellish workout, but Dominic awakened these things in him.

“Good puppy,” Dominic said. He nodded down at his straining sweatpants. “Keep going.”

“Right,” Austin muttered. He paused, considering. Then he went with the most obvious solution and fit the waistbands—boxers and sweatpants—between his teeth, pulling them down.

It took some time. The sweatpants were truly tight. Austin had to bend his head awkwardly, pulling hard. It made him feel like he really was Dominic’s obedient dog performing a trick, embarrassing and triumphant all at once.

Finally, he wrestled Dominic’s cock free, letting the combined waistbands snap under his balls. If it hurt, Dominic didn’t complain. He just stood there, petting Austin’s short hair, watching him with an expression so fond and hungry it made Austin’s scalp prickle with heat.

Dominic tapped his ear. “Hey. Hands behind your back.”

Austin blinked. He’d unclasped his hands from behind his back and had started reaching up. It was just automatic. Before Dominic, he’d never blown someone without some hand action involved.

“Sorry,” Austin said. He clasped his hands again, wondering if he’d like it more if he had to hold Dominic’s hips. This whole hands-behind-his-back thing was distracting. Then again, maybe he wanted distracting. The whole dildo-blowjob-two-holes schtick from last night had been distracting, and took a significant amount of effort, but that had been what made him get all floaty in the end. Even if finally going boneless in the end had been a relief.

Dominic’s cock jutted out horizontally, the perfect angle for where Austin was kneeling. He leaned in, giving the head a light kiss before sliding his lips around it. He tasted like old sweat. It should have been gross, but Austin seemed unable to find anything gross about Dominic, even the stab wound. Austin would lick his stitches if Dominic told him to—which he’d never do. Austin didn’t know a lot about wound care, but he knew you didn’t lick wounds.

Still. He’d do it. He’d do anything Dominic told him. Like kneel on this hard concrete floor, no cushion this time, and suck his cock with no hands despite all his instincts telling him to jack his shaft already.

“Good,” Dominic said, stroking his hair. “Now take it deeper.”

Austin moaned and did. Dominic wasn’t as wet as he’d like, but he wasn’t about to pull off and get him sloppy. Not unless Dominic asked. He bobbed his head, taking him deeper on every pass until his nose was pressed into Dominic’s thick pubes, Dominic’s cock throbbing in his throat.

“Just like that,” Dominic sighed. “Now swallow.”

At first, Austin thought Dominic meant he was coming, and he had to fight back equal feelings of thrill and surprise. Then he swallowed, the movement thick, difficult, and clunky, and realized that Dominic just wanted to feel it.

“Good,” Dominic repeated. “Shit, Austin. That feels fucking amazing.”

Austin swallowed again. Tears swelled at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall. And still he swallowed, basking in the feeling of Dominic’s approval, his hand in Austin’s hair. It was incredible. He was lightheaded with it.

“Puppy,” Dominic said. “You’re allowed to breathe.”

Okay, Austin thought. Maybe lightheaded for other reasons, too.

He pulled off Dominic’s cock, gasping for breath.

Dominic chuckled and ran his hand down the nape of Austin’s neck. “Eager for it, huh? That’s okay. I’ll give it to you.”

With that, he dragged Austin back onto his cock and started thrusting. Austin choked, his throat spasming as he took the unexpected intrusion. But then Dominic eased up, and Austin relaxed his throat until he stopped gagging.

Dominic wiped a stray tear from Austin’s cheek. “Good puppy. Just sit there and take it.”