Nixon: An m/m bodyguard romance (Hunter Security), page 11
He nods while rubbing my back. “I just don’t know what she has to gain from you coming out.”
I wish I had the answer to that as well.
“Now what do I do?” I pull away so I can stare into his eyes.
“Right now, you don’t have to do anything. Why don’t we focus on anything but all this bullshit? Tomorrow, we’ll come up with a plan.”
I like the idea of pretending that doom isn’t lurking around the corner. Unfortunately, I’m better at putting blinders on than facing anything head-on.
Tonight, we’ll pretend that everything is perfect.
“What should we do tonight?” I ask, wanting Nixon to take control.
“How about we watch a movie?”
“That seems rather boring.”
He chuckles. “I’ve got a way to keep it entertaining.”
That piques my interest. “Do tell.”
Nixon places his hand under my chin and leans down for a gentle kiss, but it turns heated when his tongue licks the seam of my lips.
“We’re going to watch the movie while you sit on my cock,” he advises. My dick thickens in my pants, and my heart races.
“I think I could get behind that,” I say with a smirk.
“I didn’t even get to the good part.” I’m dying to know what he’s thinking. “You’re not allowed to move. You’re just there to keep me warm and deal with every time I decide to readjust or fuck up into you. If you’re a good little cock warmer, once the movie is over, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll see stars. If you disobey or come before I say so, you’ll be punished.”
I gulp, trying to come up with a response, but my brain is empty. I hate the fact that I won’t be able to move, but I love that he wants to use me like this. It’s oddly a huge turn-on.
“What do you think?” Nixon asks. “Want to Netflix and chill?”
I take a deep breath, staring him in the eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
Nixon heads to the bedroom, returning with some supplies, and takes my hand, guiding me to the theater room. Then he turns to stare intently into my eyes. “Strip,” he commands, placing the bottle of lube and a few packets of condoms beside a chair.
I do exactly as I’m told, watching as he does the same, my eyes wandering over his incredible body.
How did I get so lucky to get the hottest bodyguard ever?
As soon as we are both naked, Nixon sits in one of the large recliners and taps the ottoman in front of him.
“Lean over this and queue up a movie,” he instructs.
I move toward him, wondering what he has in mind but wanting to obey. That’s something I’ve noticed about myself recently. I find myself wanting to obey Nixon more. I still enjoy pushing his buttons but no longer want to fight him at every step. I’m not sure what that means, though.
While I’m looking through Netflix, Nixon pushes a lubed-up finger against my hole, and I pause.
“Keep looking, Treasure,” he tells me as he gently shoves the digit inside.
I moan but continue searching. Maybe if I find a movie quickly, I could sit back and enjoy Nixon stretching me.
“This looks good,” I murmur, clicking on a random movie.
“I’m not really in the mood for a comedy,” he says, pressing a second finger in. “Pick something else.”
I take a deep breath as he scissors his fingers. How am I supposed to pick a movie when I can’t see straight? Not wanting to argue because I don’t want him to stop, I look for something else, taking my time because I have a strong suspicion he won’t be in the ‘mood’ for whatever I choose until I’m good and stretched.
The ottoman is getting sticky beneath me as my precum leaks, but I’m trying my hardest to focus on finding a good movie. That is until Nixon moves his fingers to hit my prostate.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my eyes slamming shut from euphoria.
Nixon takes that moment to shove in a third finger, and fuck, it’s phenomenal to feel so full.
“Have you picked a movie?” he asks, his voice forcing me to open my eyes.
“Is an action movie okay?” I question, hovering over one I’ve been wanting to watch for a while.
“That looks perfect, Treasure,” he says before gently pulling his fingers from me, leaving me empty and wanting. “Now, come sit on my lap like a good cock warmer.”
I get up and turn to see Nixon stroking his giant sheathed cock with lube. Fuck, I want that in me right now. Turning back around, I lower myself onto the world’s hottest bodyguard’s lap.
With a firm grip on my hip, Nixon guides me onto his erection, and I blow out a breath while relaxing so I can take him in. Thanks to the stretching, it doesn’t take long until I’m completely seated, and I lean back against his chest.
“Turn the movie on,” Nixon whispers into my ear, giving a small buck of his hips and eliciting a moan from me.
“The remote is too far away,” I reply breathlessly.
“I can fix that.” He edges us to the end of the recliner and leans forward to grab the remote.
The angle has his cock pressing into me in the most glorious way, and I swear my eyes roll into the back of my head.
This movie is going to be delicious torture.
I know it.
Chapter 16
Nixon
It’s obvious Dante is fighting the urge to move so hard, especially when I whisper kisses against his neck or when I flex my hips, teasing him by pushing my cock further into him. It’s like his body is humming with desire.
“How are you liking the movie?” I whisper in his ear before nibbling on the lobe.
“It’s good,” he murmurs after inhaling a deep breath.
“Who’s your favorite character?” I’m pretty sure he isn’t paying close attention.
“Um… the main guy…” he responds, panting, and I chuckle. “Fuuuck… when you laugh, I can feel your cock move.”
“What about when I do this?” I buck my hips, gripping him hard, ensuring I’m as deep as I can go.
“Gah!”
I reach around him, grasping his cock and swiping my thumb against the tip before letting go. Then, lifting my thumb to his lips, I encourage him to suck the precum off, moaning at the feel of his mouth around my thumb. “Fuck, Treasure. Taste how good you are. I love how you drip. And you taste so fucking good.”
Pulling my thumb from his mouth, I release a low groan, then grip his chin. I turn his face and kiss him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth and tasting him. The growl that rumbles through my chest is deep, filled with unadulterated lust. This man is an addiction, and I’m dying for a fix, but this is for him.
“I need you,” he whimpers against my lips.
I blow out a breath, trying to regain control. “Soon, Treasure. The second that movie’s over, I’ll bend you over the ottoman and fuck you as hard as I can.”
He nods and takes a deep breath, resting his head against my chest again. Then the second the credits start to roll, I push Dante forward. He braces himself on the ottoman, and I buck into him with all I have.
“Yes,” he cries out as I grasp his throat gently, not squeezing yet.
“Do you still want to try this?” I ask, needing his verbal confirmation before we go ahead with this.
“Yes, Sir,” he responds eagerly. I press into the sides of his neck firmer, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure.
“You were such a good boy,” I praise, reaching around and stroking his cock in time with each thrust. “Are you ready to come?” I ask as a tingle forms in the base of my spine.
“Yes… Sir,” he pants out, whimpering as I pick up my speed, chasing my orgasm.
I’ve been on edge as much as Dante has this entire movie, and I’m not going to last long. His ass gripping my cock while we cuddled was heaven and hell all wrapped together.
Panting, moaning, and skin slapping fills the theater room, the music of the movie’s end credits fading into the background.
“Come for me, Treasure,” I command moments before exploding into the condom, wishing it was his ass so I could watch my cum drip out of him.
“Shit,” Dante yells as he reaches his climax, covering the ottoman in thick ropes of cum.
We collapse, trying to catch our breath, not moving for who knows how long.
“Let’s go take a shower,” I suggest when I’ve gained the ability to speak again. “I’ll clean the ottoman later.”
“Fuck no. I’ll just buy a new one,” Dante mutters as I pull out of him.
“Deal.” I chuckle, walking with him to our room.
“How did you get so good at sex?” he asks as he leans against the door frame, waiting for me to warm the shower up and dispose of my condom. “Years of practice,” I answer, seeing no reason to lie.
“I feel like I should be jealous, but I kind of want to thank your exes. Why aren’t you in a committed relationship? You’re a catch.”
“I’m kind of married to my job. Most guys don’t like the fact that I could be called away at any moment. I’ve never slept with a client before.” My confession makes Dante’s eyes go wide. “You make me break all kinds of rules.” That brings a smile to his gorgeous face. “You’re special,” I add. His face falls, but I don’t understand why. “What’s wrong?” I rush to him.
“I’m not good enough for you,” he whispers.
“That’s not true at all.”
“It is true, Nixon. You’re an amazing man who has his life together and is proud of who he is. I’m a twenty-four-year-old poser terrified to come out.”
“We all go through our journey at our own pace. It’s different for everyone. With your upbringing, it makes sense why you’ve stayed in the closet for so long. No one should force you to come out until you’re ready.”
“But Elanor is trying to do just that,” he counters, eyes shining with unshed tears, breaking my heart.
“We’ll figure out a way to stop her.” Truth be told, I have no idea how we’re going to accomplish that. She’s been trying to get Dante to fess up or out himself by accident, but with that not working, I don’t see anything stopping her from leaking the knowledge she has.
Dante closes his eyes, breathing in deeply before slowly letting it out.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up. I’m tired,” he states, changing the subject.
The shower doesn’t take long, and before I know it, we are in bed, but even though Dante is wrapped in my arms, he feels distant. He’s pulling away already.
I need to figure out a way to make this work.
As much as I didn’t want to let myself fall, it happened. I’m in love with Dante Michaelson, and I don’t want to let him go. I’ll figure out a way to live in the closet with him if I have to, but first, I have to make sure he doesn’t push me away.
The buzzing of Dante’s phone wakes us up, and I turn to watch him answer it. This is becoming a habit I don’t care for.
“Hey, beautiful, how is Paris?” Dante answers, and I know it’s Anna.
He nods along while she talks, but the smile he’s trying to put on so she doesn’t clue into other things going on doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I’m fine,” he tells her, but it doesn’t sound like a genuine response, and she must not buy it because he huffs out a breath.
“You can tell her,” I share quietly, and his eyes go wide.
“Actually, I’m not okay.” He takes a deep breath and relays the entire story of what has been happening in his life since the drugging, leaving out the detail that we have been together.
He’s quiet while Anna says something, and he shakes his head before looking at me.
“Can I put you on speaker phone?” he asks and clicks a button after she responds. “What is the plan going forward?” Dante asks me.
“That’s what I just asked you. I don’t know what to do here,” Anna grumbles. “What if we both fire Elanor? Threaten that if she goes public with the details, we’ll deny it and ruin her. If she ever wants to work in the business again, she’ll keep her mouth shut.”
The idea actually isn’t bad.
“That could work,” I respond, and Anna gasps.
“What the hell is Nixon doing there in the middle of the night?”
“We’re kind of fooling around,” Dante tells her, appearing tense.
The words make what we have sound cheap. It’s more than fooling around for me, but maybe it’s not for Dante. I thought he was starting to feel things for me too, but perhaps I was blinded by my own love.
“Okay… I don’t have time to process all of this, so you can fill me in more later. For now, let’s work out a plan for Elanor.”
“There isn’t anything foolproof stopping Elanor from outing you, but if she loves her job, she should keep quiet. There is a strong possibility she was doing this to further her career in some way,” I state, and Dante nods.
“When do you want to do this?” Dante asks Anna.
“Now. I’m not letting that bitch represent me for a second longer. There are a million agencies we can go with.”
“Fuck. I don’t want to make this call,” he complains.
“How about I call her for both of us? I’ll send you a text when I’m done. You can send her an email canceling her services after.”
“Deal,” Dante agrees.
They say quick goodbyes and then hang up. The second Dante’s phone is on the nightstand, he crawls under the covers and into my arms.
“I’m sorry you’re going through this,” I whisper as I rub his back.
“I thought Elanor was our friend. The idea that after all this time, she’d betray our trust is too much. And not just mine, but Anna’s too. Why? To push her career in another direction? Or for more money? It’s just…” He pauses, struggling to speak, and lets out a sigh. “It’s just a lot.”
I kiss his forehead, not knowing what to say next. I want to ask Dante to be my boyfriend and tell him how I truly feel, but I’m still not sure where he is at. Hell, I don’t even know how much longer he is going to want me with him.
I’m going to have to file a report and end the full-time services soon, so it wouldn’t make sense for me to be here all the time. If someone was paying close attention, that could raise flags.
I hold him for a while before his phone pings, then he takes a deep breath and reads the message.
“She’s fired,” he whispers.
I hold him tightly, again at a loss for words. Life is going to return to normal for Dante real soon, and I haven’t figured out how we will make this work going forward.
“We have a few things we need to talk about,” I tell Dante as we sit down to eat breakfast.
“Do we have to?” he whines.
I give him a soft smile as I nod. “Now that we know the truth about everything happening, I have to file a report for the company. It doesn’t make sense for you to have a live-in bodyguard anymore. I’ll leave out why Elanor was doing everything. Say something along the lines of she was trying to leak a secret of yours but wanted you to do it. We also need to do a bit more research to fully connect her to the drugging, but Sophy is great at hacking. Hopefully, with the information we have, she will be able to tie the two together.”
“That makes sense. What about our dynamic?” Dante questions, and I take a deep breath.
“You have to be the one to make that decision,” I tell him.
“I don’t want anything to change. You can cut the full-time bodyguard contract with your company, but we’ve been hiding it from everyone I’m close to this entire time. Why can’t we hide it from your friends too? Anna’s been on me for a long time to get a bodyguard. Wouldn’t it make sense for you to still come to work with me? You can stay here, and we can continue what we have.”
I think it over, wanting to say yes, but is it fair to both of us?
“Don’t leave me, Nixon,” Dante begs, reaching for my hand after I’m silent for a moment too long.
It breaks my resolve, and I say, “I’m falling for you.”
When I look into his eyes, they are so fucking wide it’s almost comical.
“It was never supposed to be more than just physical,” he whispers.
“I tried to keep my feelings in check. I just wanted to be honest with you.”
“You aren’t the only one who couldn’t keep his heart in a cage,” he confesses with glassy eyes.
It’s my turn for my eyes to go wide. “So now what?”
“I don’t know, Nixon. I can’t offer you more than this. I’m still not ready to come out. It’s not fair to you. You deserve someone better than me.”
“I don’t think that’s true. I’m willing to try this and see what we can build.”
“What if I never come out?”
“Honestly, I’m still not sure of that answer, but I know what you can give me.”
“I want to give you more,” he whispers.
I don’t respond, not knowing how. The words sound great, but I don’t think he truly means them. In the end, Dante is comfortable being in the closet, and I have to be okay with that.
Chapter 17
Dante
Nixon’s phone buzzes for what feels like the hundredth time, and I can’t help but glare at it. “Who keeps blowing up your phone?”
We’re cuddling in the theater room after a mind-blowing impact session that involved a literal paddle on my ass. I’m sure I’ll be feeling it for at least a few days, which I love.
“Denver and the guys. They want me to come out for a beer. They’ve been bitching for a couple days now.”
That almost makes me want to laugh. “Then why don’t you go? I don’t need a babysitter anymore. It would probably be healthy for our relationship if things started going back to normal. Don’t get me wrong, I love having you with me all the time, but space and friendships are good too.”
“I think I’m just used to you needing me. I’m also scared something is going to happen if I leave,” Nixon admits, and it warms me that he’s worried about me.
“It’s been almost a month since we fired Elanor. If she was going to do something, wouldn’t she have done it by now?”
