Nixon: An m/m bodyguard romance (Hunter Security), page 6
“Is this what you want?” I fume.
My lips are so close to his that with the slightest tilt of my head, I could claim his mouth, and everything inside of me is screaming to do exactly that, but I don’t.
The smirk spreading across Dante’s lips eggs me on even more. This is dangerous. I’m normally under complete control, but this man has my resolve slipping.
And it’s terrifying.
“That all you got?” he challenges with a lifted brow.
I grind my molars and stand quickly. Dante pouts as an evil grin spreads across my lips.
“Get naked now,” I command, and his pout fades, turning into an O of surprise, but he doesn’t move to do as he’s told. “I’m going to get what I want tonight, Dante,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “You choose how you want it to end. If you want to come, you better get naked.”
He stares at me for a second, obviously contemplating what he wants. After a few deep breaths, he sits up and pulls off his shirt.
“Good boy,” I praise him, and his breath hitches as he stands.
There are a million things we should be doing before we take it to this level, but we both need this right now. Stopping isn’t an option for either of us.
Once his pants are on the floor, he pauses, staring at his feet.
“Boxers too,” I instruct, moving to sit on the bed.
Slowly, he pushes his underwear down and turns toward me, his giant cock proudly sticking out directly at me.
I take a moment to soak him in.
Dante isn’t short at six feet, but I’m a good head taller than him at six-foot-eight. Where I’m broad and furry, Dante is slim and completely hair free. He’s got washboard abs and a V that makes women weak at their knees. They just don’t know he bats for the same team they do. His skin is creamy. Fucking perfect. I can’t wait to turn the globes of his apple-shaped ass the brightest shade of red.
He’ll have trouble walking tomorrow if he lets me go as far as I want to, but he’ll love it. I can tell already.
He’s staring at me as he pushes his hair out of his hazel eyes and licks his lips, lust and curiosity written all over his face. I wonder if he’s done this before.
“What now?” he asks, without the attitude he typically harbors. In its place is a breathy impatience.
“Get over my knees,” I instruct, and he doesn’t disappoint. His breath hitches, doing as he’s told. “See, it’s not hard to listen.”
He doesn’t say anything, but I’m sure he’s biting his tongue to stop a snappy comeback.
“Do you have a safe word?” I inquire as I rub his ass firmly but gently.
“No. I’ve never done anything like this before,” Dante admits.
I should stop this now. He’s a newbie. I could push him too far, and the last thing I want is to ever hurt anyone.
“Are you okay with this?” I check, and he nods. I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep, cleansing breath. “I need your words,” I grit out.
“I want this,” he responds. “Please don’t stop.” His plea is all it takes to make me give in.
I fill my lungs deeply before exhaling slowly. “I’m going to give you five spankings. You will count as I do it. If you stop counting, I will start again. If it gets too much, you need to use a safe word. Tonight, we’ll use the traffic light system. Green is good. Yellow means slow down, and red is stop. If you use red, everything stops. I’ll still take care of you, but there won’t be any sex, do you understand?”
He nods, and I huff out a breath of air.
“Sorry. Yes, I understand.”
“This is going to hurt, but it will also feel really fucking good. You are not allowed to come until I tell you.”
“Yes, Sir,” he responds, and his words have my cock pushing so firmly against the restraint of my clothes I damn near come in my pants.
“Are you ready?”
He turns his head to look at me. “Yes, Sir,” he says again, and I nod, unable to form words right now.
Lifting my hand, I bring it down firmly on his round white ass.
“Fuck,” he cries out, and I click my tongue.
“Count, no other words,” I remind him.
“One,” he pants out as I rub out the sting of the slap.
Lifting my hand again, I smack the other cheek.
“Two,” he cries out, his breathing becoming more labored from the two spankings.
If this wasn’t his first time, the number would be much higher for the way he’s been pushing my buttons, but we haven’t gone over limits yet, and I’m not about to turn into a red flag of a Dom here. Kink requires respect, and I refuse to start this on an even more unbalanced standing than we already are. As it is, I’m breaking my own rule of not having an in-depth conversation first.
I pick up the speed of the spankings to get it over with so I can reward him for doing such a good job. Honestly, I’m surprised he isn’t fighting me harder, but I’m glad he isn’t, at least for tonight. If this continues, I would love for a night where he fights. My cock pushes against my clothes again, also loving the idea.
“Three, four, shiiit,” he calls out as I spank him fast and hard.
“You were doing so good. Mmm,” I hum, rubbing out the sting as I admire the cherry-red color of his firm ass. “Since this is your first time, I am going to give you a pass this once, but this last one is going to pack a bite.” I bring back my hand and put a bit more force into it as I deliver the fifth and final spanking.
Dante’s breath catches in his throat, but he manages to grit out, “Five, Sir.”
“Good boy,” I praise before pulling him off my lap and laying him on the bed.
Moving between his legs, I drop to my knees and run my tongue up the length of his erection, lapping up the precum when I get to the tip.
“Jesus.” He gasps.
“You were such a good boy,” I praise him again, wanting to reassure him. Then a hint of something I haven’t seen in his eyes before appears. It’s almost like insecurity. Has he never been praised before? “I’m going to suck your cock now. You can come when you need to,” I say and dive in, swallowing him down my throat.
“Fuck.” His moans and curses fill the room as I blow him like my life depends on it, showing off the fact that I don’t have a gag reflex.
“I’m not going to last,” he tells me, but I don’t stop.
Instead, I pick up speed, humming a little around the base of his cock, relishing in the salty taste of his precum. That’s when he blows, and I swallow every last drop like the greedy fucker I am.
His breathing is heavy as I release him from my mouth, letting him rest as I stand. “I’ll be right back.” I go grab a glass of water, a chocolate bar I keep in my bag, just in case, and some cream to soothe his tender ass.
“Roll onto your stomach,” I instruct when I return, placing the water and chocolate on the nightstand.
He doesn’t fight me, and there is even a small smile on his lips as I rub the lotion onto his still-red cheeks.
“Can I hold you?” I ask, pulling the blankets back and encouraging him to climb in.
“I’d like that,” he whispers, and I get in beside him.
As soon as I’m positioned, he cuddles into my side. He fits fucking perfectly in my arms, and I’m not sure what I should do with that information.
My heart does a couple of flips, but I shut it down. This isn’t anything special. I’ve had a million nights like this. I’m just taking care of a sub who I played with, nothing more.
“Sit up for a minute. You need to drink some water. I also have a chocolate bar for you.”
“Thank you,” he replies as we adjust to a sitting position, staying close, and he rests his head on my shoulder.
He sips the water, then takes a bite of the chocolate when I hold it to his lips.
“Tomorrow, we are going to talk about this,” I state firmly. He nods, but a yawn slips past his lips.
“Will you stay with me?” he requests with sleepy eyes.
There is no way I could tell him no, even if I wanted to. “Of course, just let me take my clothes off.”
I slip out of bed and strip to my boxers. My cock tents the material, and Dante’s eyes zero in on it.
“Not tonight, Brat. We have a lot we need to discuss first,” I tell him.
The pout he offers me makes me chuckle, but I’m not caving on that. I already crossed a line I shouldn’t have. No way am I fucking him until we have a deep conversation and set up boundaries.
The moment I’m in bed again, Dante clings to me. It makes me smile for a second before I correct my face. I shouldn’t be this fucking happy with him in my arms. Even if we continue something kinky, this isn’t a relationship. Dante isn’t my boyfriend. Best if we both understand and accept that as soon as possible.
But as Dante’s lips press into my chest for a gentle kiss, it’s obvious I’m fucked.
As I wake to the phone ringing by my head, I’m a sweaty mess.
“Shh,” a deep murmuring comes from my chest while I blink my eyes open.
Shit, I forgot I fell asleep with Dante last night.
I reach out for the phone and sigh when I see it’s Denver calling.
“What?” I bark out as quietly as possible.
He laughs. “Power’s back on at Dante’s place. Did you not sleep well?”
“Something like that,” I murmur. “Can you and Bennett head over there and make sure everything is okay?”
“Yup, that was already part of the plan. We also have the repair guy lined up to meet us there in about thirty minutes. I’ll keep you updated.”
“Thanks,” I reply and end the call.
I carefully move to get out of bed, but Dante snuggles in deeper.
“Don’t go,” he whimpers.
I’m pretty sure he’s still asleep, but for the life of me, I can’t make myself move. Not when he begs like that. Asleep or not.
Sighing, I give in and cuddle under the blankets, holding him for a while.
It’s my stomach that wakes me the second time. Thankfully, I’m able to escape without a pouty boy demanding I stay.
Once I’m in the suite’s main living room, I call for breakfast, then make my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. After I’m dressed, the food arrives, and I set it on the table and sit to do a few tasks on my phone.
“Is that bacon I smell?” Dante asks a little while later, yawning widely and stretching his arms to the roof.
I set down my phone, staring at him, my heart racing a little at the perfect sight of him. He put on a pair of boxers, but they aren’t hiding much. Besides, I’ve already seen him naked and have an excellent memory.
“Yup, there is a little bit of everything. I wasn’t sure what you wanted,” I say with a shrug.
“Is there coffee?” he inquires with narrowed eyes, and I laugh.
“Obviously. I’ve worked for you long enough to know you’ll bite anyone’s head off if you aren’t sufficiently caffeinated.”
He nods and sits beside me, reaching for the carafe.
“What’s the plan for today?” he asks, then plops a piece of bacon in his mouth. Of course, I can’t help but watch.
He licks his lips to catch the little drip of grease, and my cock thickens. Shit, I should have rubbed one out in the shower this morning. It’s going to be a long-ass day without having any sort of release. Maybe that’s why I’m getting so turned on by him simply eating a piece of bacon.
“I need to grab a few things from my office. I should also stop at my place to pack a better bag, but other than that, there isn’t much on the agenda. By the time we get to your house, everything will be fixed and in working order.”
“Why do you need to pack again?” he pries with his brows pulled together, obviously confused. How is that look hot on him? Yep, I should have rubbed one out this morning.
“Because you have a new roommate for the time being,” I tease, unable to hide my smirk.
His face turns angry. “Fuck no,” he growls out.
“It’s not up for debate, Dante. It’s no longer safe for you to stay at your house alone.”
He glares at me but doesn’t argue further. But, of course, it wouldn’t matter even if he did. It’s too risky now.
“I also don’t want you to tell anyone that I’m staying with you. I’ll park my SUV in the garage at night. We have no clue who the insider is, but at this point, we can’t trust anybody.”
“Not even Anna?” He gasps, and I hate the pained look in his eyes at the idea of keeping his best friend in the dark.
I shake my head slowly, even though I hate keeping her in the dark. “I don’t think it’s her, but we aren’t taking any chances here. Your safety is my number one priority.”
He nibbles on his lip but nods.
“Okay, with that sorted out, we need to talk about last night,” I say as Dante takes a bite of a strawberry. “How are you feeling today?”
“Sore,” he murmurs, but there is a smirk on his lips.
“Do you regret what we did?”
“No. I needed it. It felt really good.”
The corners of my lips turn up at his admission, and my chest fills with pride. “Good. I don’t normally do anything with a person before going over limits and boundaries and having a deep conversation. So I wanted to apologize for not doing that with you.”
“You don’t have any reason to apologize. I pushed your buttons. I was aware of what I was doing, even if it was my first time doing kinky things. Can we still have that conversation?”
I blink at him, shocked he wants to continue this.
“Do you think it’s the best idea to have a relationship with your babysitter?” I tease, but that fire behind his eyes doesn’t fade.
“I mean, if you’re not up to it, I understand. You are old, after all.” He cocks his head to the side with a mischievous smirk on his lips and a shrug of his shoulders.
“You must love having a sore ass,” I retort, and his smile grows, but he keeps quiet. “I’ll print some stuff off at my office. We can have a conversation this afternoon.”
He squirms in his chair and nods. “Perfect.”
I guess we are doing this.
I’m so fucked.
Chapter 9
Dante
When we get to my house, I’m surprised by what I see. Everything is exactly how it was before the incident. The back door is fixed, all the broken glass is cleaned up, and nothing is out of the ordinary. It’s almost like something terrifying didn’t take place last night.
But it did.
My heart races as I stare at the door. I want to run away, but my feet refuse to move as something squeezes my chest tightly, making it hard to breathe.
“Are you okay?” Nixon asks when I don’t move for a few moments, his tone gentle.
I remain still, unable to find the words. I’m not okay, but I don’t know how to tell him that. Do I admit I don’t feel safe here anymore? No, I can’t do that. We don’t have that kind of relationship, and I’m not sure I want to develop one, either. I want to fuck, mess around, and unearth my kinky side, but I don’t want to catch feelings. The only way to do that is to create emotional distance.
I take a slow, deep breath before turning on my heels.
“I’m fine,” I say, brushing past Nixon.
“I don’t like it when you lie to me,” Nixon grumbles, following me.
“Is it safe for us to hang outside? The sun is shining. I’d like to work on my tan,” I say, completely bypassing Nixon’s remark.
“It should be fine. Your pool area is secluded enough. I’ll get a notification if anyone steps foot on the property.”
I nod and make my way to my room.
As soon as I’m inside, I shut the door behind me, lean against it, close my eyes, and take a few deep breaths. I need to get my shit together. Nixon can’t know how much I’m affected by everything that’s going on because he is the type of guy who will pry while trying to get me to open up.
I can’t let him in.
It isn’t safe.
I need to build my wall again and do as I’ve always done—keep people at arm’s length. Our relationship will be purely physical, nothing more.
I take another calming breath, push off the door, and go to my dresser, picking out a pair of navy-blue swim trunks. After I’m changed, I grab a pair of black aviators and head outside, where Nixon is already waiting.
How is he not dying of heat stroke in his black T-shirt? Even if he did change into a pair of shorts, which are also black, there is no way he’s cool right now.
“What all did you print off?” I ask, eyeing the shit ton of papers in front of him, my palms sweating.
“I printed off a few limits lists I want us to go over together,” he states. “I know this is new to you, but a lot of new partners start out with these checklists. It helps them get to know each other better and to feel like they can express their boundaries and limits without judgment.”
He lifts his sunglasses to rest on top of his head, and his baby blues stare intently into my eyes. Why does that always make it hard for me to breathe? Yet, at the same time, it almost eases some of the nerves that suddenly appeared.
“We can pause at any time to talk about anything. So don’t be afraid to speak up. This is all about us getting to know each other and making sure we are comfortable with the same things. I want to know what you want from this dynamic and what you expect from me. I’ll also have rules and expectations for you. After, we’ll go over safe words and aftercare. Do you have any questions so far?”
I shake my head, and my stomach wobbles a little—not from nerves but excitement.
“Hand me a list,” I say eagerly, reaching out while trying to appear patient. But by the smirk on Nixon’s face as he places the papers and a pen in my hand, I’d say I failed.
“I’m surprised you aren’t making some sort of comment about the list,” Nixon mutters as I give the first page a quick read.
“I mean, it does seem kind of boring, but I like the idea that it’s going to keep us both safe.”
