Nixon: An m/m bodyguard romance (Hunter Security), page 8
As I walk into the bedroom, I’m pleasantly surprised to find Dante in the position I requested. “Such a good boy,” I praise, reaching behind my neck to pull off my shirt.
“Will you fuck me tonight?” he requests with pleading eyes as I walk around the bed to place my gun in the side table drawer.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, moving back to stand in front of him.
I unbuckle my belt, letting my eyes roam over his body. His cock is sticking out proudly with a bit of precum already beading at the tip. Clearly, my boy is a leaker, and I love it.
“Yes,” Dante responds to my question. “I really want you to fuck me.”
I nod while unbuttoning my shorts, pushing them and my boxers to the floor before slowly stepping out. “How do you want it?” I inquire, stroking my cock and taking note of the way Dante’s eyes zero in on it.
“Hard, please, Sir,” he begs, bringing a smile to my face as I strut over to the bed and sit in front of where Dante is kneeling.
I gently grip his chin, tilting his face toward mine and staring into his gorgeous eyes. There is a mix of the fire I’ve grown to enjoy, lust, and a tiny bit of insecurity, reminding me I need to make sure this is an amazing experience for him. “First, I want you to suck my cock,” I instruct. “Then I will give you your three spankings. After, I will fuck your brains out.”
His pupils dilate more, almost as if he is high. It turns me on more than it should. Feelings like this are easy to get addicted to, and Dante is the last man on Earth I should fall for. He’s so deep in the closet with no signs of wanting to come out anytime soon. He can’t give me what I want long term.
I blow out a breath, getting my head in the game again. Now isn’t the time to succumb to those thoughts. With a firm grip on my cock, I use my other hand, still on Dante’s chin, to pull him toward me.
“Open, Treasure,” I demand, loving the way he quickly obeys, sticking his out tongue to lick the tip of my dick. “Fuck.” I gasp, moving my hand to the back of his head. I push him down on my throbbing erection, and he groans. The vibration sends a shutter of heat down my spine.
He’s a greedy little cock slut as he slurps and bobs up and down. Every time he gags, I wonder if I’m going to blow. The way his throat constricts around my cock is almost too much to handle, but I can’t help but push him down a little further. Again, he gags, followed by a cough with saliva and precum dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Releasing my hold, I let him have his way for a little while, leaning back on my elbows and watching him. His eyes are watery from gagging, and his lips are swollen from how well he’s sucking. The sight of him swallowing me down has me impatient. So I sit up, guide his head down one more time, and hold, relishing in the feeling. Then, when he moans around my shaft, I place my hands on his face, slowly pulling him off. And like the cock slut he is, he hollows his cheeks all the way up, and my breath shudders as I try not to come.
“Such a good boy,” I tell him as I help him stand and guide him to bend over my knees. “Are you ready to count?”
He slowly tilts his head toward me. “Yes, Sir,” he replies, smiling before letting his head hang again.
The three spankings go by quickly, and before I know it, I’m tossing Dante onto the bed, pointing my finger at him. “Stay,” I command. “I have to get the lube and condoms because I’m a dumb ass and left them in my bag in the kitchen.”
He chuckles as I head to the kitchen to grab my bags, quickly looking around out of habit. Thankfully, nothing is out of the ordinary, and I can rush back to the sexy boy waiting for me.
“What took you so long?” Dante asks as I drop my bags by the bedroom door. He’s braced on one elbow with his free hand lazily stroking his cock.
I raise a brow at him. “Did I say you could touch?”
He doesn’t stop. “You didn’t say I couldn’t touch,” he retorts, the sass in his tone not going unnoticed.
“Well, I’m saying it now. Stop touching your cock, or I’m not fucking you tonight,” I inform Dante, and he pouts but slowly removes his hand.
Grabbing a condom and the bottle of lube, I stride over to the bed and set the supplies on the nightstand. Once my hands are free, I climb onto the bed and straddle Dante, bringing my lips close to his but not kissing him yet. Instead, I reach between us and grab his cock firmly, staring intently into his eyes. “This is mine while we are together. You will ask before touching from now on. Do you understand?” I growl, and Dante pants beneath me.
“Yes, Sir,” he answers breathlessly.
Needing to know what Dante’s mouth tastes like, I let go of his cock, place both my hands on either side of his head, and finally do something I’ve been dreaming about for far too long. The moment my lips crash to his, Dante’s back bows off the bed, and he moans into my mouth. Our cocks rub together, making me groan as he bucks his hips into me.
He tastes like perfection, like something I could see myself craving every day. Fuck, this boy is making me feel things I’ve never felt, and I wonder if I should call this off after tonight. Even as the thought filters through, I know I won’t be able to do it. I guess I’ll have to deal with the fallout when this ends.
Breaking away from his lips, I trail kisses to his neck, the salty chlorine from his pool clinging to his skin. “I so badly want to fucking mark you right now,” I growl out, knowing I can’t bite him or his director would be royally pissed.
“Mark me where they can’t see,” he suggests.
I pull away, studying his eyes. “Do you mean it?” I need verbal confirmation, not wanting to push his boundaries.
“Please,” he begs, whimpering with need.
Kissing my way down his body, I nibble here and there, making sure not to leave marks until I get to his thighs.
“Do you have any naked scenes I need to be aware of?” I ask.
He laughs. “This is a kid’s superhero movie. Pretty sure nudity is off the table.”
I smile against his skin, kissing him gently and leisurely stroking his cock before I sink my teeth into his inner thigh.
“Yes,” Dante cries out as I suck and bite, leaving my mark.
I'm not even sure why I had this deep desire to mark him, but it was like my soul wouldn’t have been satisfied until it was done.
After I’m done, I grab the lube, pour a little onto my fingers, and push my index finger to Dante’s puckered entrance. When I’m met with a little resistance as I try to push in, I lean forward and suck his cock, getting him to relax.
His body releases its tension, and I press my finger in, relishing in the moans and sighs of pleasure from his beautiful mouth. I pulse my finger in and out of his perfect ass, not sucking on his cock too much. I don’t want him to come yet. I want to be inside him when that happens, but I have to stretch him. His channel is choking my finger so tight there is no way I could get my dick in without seriously hurting him.
“Breathe,” I instruct, sliding in a second finger. He sucks in a shaky breath through his teeth before blowing it out, letting his body relax. “That’s it. Let me stretch you good so I can fuck this gorgeous ass,” I grit out. He smiles and throws his head back with a magnificent moan as I scissor my fingers.
It takes some time, but finally, he’s relaxed enough to allow me to slip a third finger in. Then, after a few minutes of working him up, I’m sure he can take me.
“I feel so empty,” Dante says after I pull my fingers out.
“You won’t be for long,” I promise, sliding the condom on and adding extra lube. “Get on your knees,” I instruct firmly.
He eagerly moves into position, and I stand behind him, running my hand up and down his spine while I line myself up with his puckered entrance. “Are you ready?” I check in with him.
He peeks at me over his shoulder with a glorious blissed-out smirk.
“Please, Sir. Fuck me,” he pleads, needy and wanting.
I don’t want to keep this gorgeous boy waiting, so I push my hips forward, gently sinking into him. “Jesus.” I moan as I fill him, loving the way his channel hugs me. “You feel so good,” I praise him.
“Ungh,” he responds, unable to form real words.
“Good?” I ask, and he nods. This time, I don’t chastise him because I know I’m not going to be able to last, and I want him to come with me.
Once I’m fully seated inside him, I bend over and press a kiss between his shoulder blades, followed by a few nips. Dante groans deeply, clenching around me, and I gasp.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper.
He shakes his head, but no words leave his lips. I hate that he’s feeling self-conscious. He should know and believe how amazing he is.
As soon as I’m certain he’s grown accustomed to my size, I move, gripping his hips firmly but keeping my motions slow at first. Then I pick up my speed, ready to give us both what we want.
It doesn’t take long for a tingle to form in the base of my spine as I pound into him, my fingers digging into his creamy skin, hopefully leaving more marks.
“Please, Sir, I need to come,” he begs, and I’m happy he is as close as I am.
Leaning forward, I slip my hand around him to stroke his cock while I give him everything I have. Slapping of skin and moans of lust fill the room as I let go, fucking him as hard and as fast as I can.
After a few good strokes, Dante is crying out and releasing onto the bed. His ass squeezes me so tightly I swear I almost black out as my orgasm takes over, and I fill the condom.
I’ve never been bare with anyone, but an image of my load leaking out of his ass pops into my head. And I like the idea a lot.
After our breathing evens out and our hearts aren’t beating so fast anymore, I slide out of him and rush to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and discard the condom. On the way back, I stop at my bag to get a KitKat bar and a bottle of water, then clean up the tired boy.
Lifting the blankets, I encourage Dante to get under before joining him. I lean against the headboard while he rests his head on my shoulder and lets me feed him a couple bites of chocolate.
As I bring the bottle of water to his lips and watch him drink, I can’t help but think how different this feels from anyone I’ve ever been with.
Why the fuck did the universe think a closeted actor was the one for me?
Chapter 11
Dante
One of my favorite things is becoming waking in Nixon’s arms. That alone should make me want to push him away, but I can’t. Simply being near him helps calm my nerves, and I need that right now. Maybe after everything settles, I’ll figure out what to do about my addiction to him. That’s all it is. It’s not like he owns my heart or anything.
My phone buzzes next to me, alerting me to what woke me before the sun was even up. Normally, I would ignore it, but as I glance to see who could be calling at such an ungodly hour, I pick it up.
“Bitch, I miss you,” I answer, and Anna giggles.
“I miss you too. Sorry I haven’t called sooner. Life has been crazy here…” She pauses, then releases a sigh, and I wish I could hug her.
“It’s all good. Life has been a little crazy for me too,” I respond, trying to think of what I can actually tell her. Of course, there is no way Anna is the insider, but I want to respect Nixon’s wishes.
“Tell me all about Paris,” I redirect, trying to keep the focus off me.
“It’s good,” she answers, but her voice is dim. It’s missing the normal over-the-top excited energy she usually holds, and I don’t like it.
“What’s wrong?” I plead, not missing the way she sucks in a breath.
“Brittany feels distant, and this gig isn’t what I was expecting.” She whimpers, and it breaks my heart.
“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. Why do you think Brittany is being distant?”
“It’s probably just the job, but something feels different,” she murmurs, and I make a mental note to send Brittany a text message.
Anna isn’t always the best at communicating, and I doubt Brittany knows anything is off. Brittany isn’t the type of person to purposefully create distance, and she’s typically excellent at dealing with Anna’s mini freakouts, so I’m sure it won’t be much to fix the problem.
“I’m sure it’s nothing, sweetie, but I’m always here to talk. What about the job is wrong?”
“The hours are fucked.” She groans. “They put in a clause in the contract I must not have read, stating they have the right to change working hours at any point during filming, so instead of being mostly day shifts, it’s all been nights. It’s like I’m a vampire, but I feel like a zombie.”
I chuckle because I’ve had films like that before.
“If they keep you on night shifts, you’ll get used to it,” I assure her. “It’s far worse to be switching back and forth constantly.”
“I wasn’t made for work like this,” she complains, and I can imagine her pretending to faint or something. “A beautiful woman like me needs my beauty sleep.”
“You’ll get plenty after the filming is over.”
I hear a voice in the background, and Anna sighs. “Food is here. I have to go. I promise I’ll call again soon.”
“Okay. Talk soon,” I tell her, smiling, even though she can’t see it. I’m hoping she can hear it. “And if you need anything, I’m here for you.”
We end the call, and I set my phone on the nightstand again before cuddling up to Nixon, resting my head on his chest. His arms encircle me, invoking a calming sensation through my body. He must have woken sometime during the phone call.
“Want to work out with me?” I ask after a few heartbeats of silence.
“It’s three in the morning,” he grumbles.
“Once I’m awake, I can’t fall back asleep,” I admit. “You don’t have to come, but that’s where I’ll be.”
Lifting my hands, I stretch my body, then climb out of bed and grab a pair of workout shorts. As soon as I’m dressed, I head to the kitchen to fill a water bottle, aware of the footsteps behind me.
“How can you work out first thing yet hate mornings?” Nixon complains and then yawns. He lifts one arm to stretch while his other hand scratches his hairy stomach, and I hate that he also put on workout shorts.
“Honestly, the endorphins are almost as good as coffee.” Nixon lifts a brow. “I said almost.” I chuckle. “You can bet your ass I’ll be having a giant cup the second we’re done.”
I fill a second water bottle, walk over to him, and pat his chest.
“Do you think I can out-bench you?” I challenge.
The smile spreading across his face is pure evil.
And I fucking love it.
“In your dreams, Brat.”
I chuckle, walking past him to my gym.
“I’m stronger than I look,” I call out over my shoulder.
“Want to bet on it?” he asks and pinches my ass, making me scream like a schoolgirl.
“Nah, I’m good,” I respond, knowing full well there is no way I’ll actually be able to out-bench him.
“Didn’t take you for a chickenshit,” Nixon goads.
I turn to glare at him. “I’m not afraid. I just don’t want you to hurt yourself,” I lie.
“Come on… we could make it interesting.” He leans down, his lips so close to mine that his breath washes over my face.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, my voice husky and my cock throbbing as it pushes my shorts out.
“You win, and I’ll let you take charge tonight. Anything you say goes,” Nixon states. My brows shoot up, filling me with intrigue. “But if I win, I get to do what I want.”
Truth be told, that doesn’t sound like a bad thing.
“You’re on,” I concede, walking to the bench press and loading the first set of weights before lying down. “But remember, I’m a lot younger than you. Don’t push those old muscles too far.”
Teasing Nixon is honestly my favorite thing right now. The way he grinds his molars makes my smile grow even wider as I lift the weights and do my first set.
“Come on, Old Man. Your turn,” I say as I get up and wave my hand at the empty bench.
“I can’t wait to punish you tonight,” he grumbles, taking his place.
“That’s only if you win,” I remind him with a cheeky grin.
“I never lose.”
It doesn’t take me long to realize exactly how fucked I am.
Thankfully, Nixon is standing close as I press my last set, so he can help me lift the final weight off my chest. I’m panting like crazy, but there is still a smile on my face. I knew I would lose, but I gave it my all anyway.
“I’m surprised you got that high,” Nixon states, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“How high can you bench?” I ask before guzzling some water.
“At least fifty more pounds.”
“I hate you,” I murmur, but the words don’t carry any real heat.
“Come on, we both need showers. I’ll make coffee while you take yours,” Nixon states, but I don’t want to be alone right now.
“Shower with me. It will save time.”
He chuckles. “It most definitely won’t save time. But seeing as we were up long before we have to be, we have some leeway.”
I cheer like I won the bet and race toward my room.
I’m getting the shower to the right temperature when large hands grip my waist, and tickly kisses cover my shoulder. The one time I kissed a man with a beard in the past was a turn-off for me, but it’s another thing that is different with Nixon.
“Your bathroom is the size of my bedroom,” he whispers against my skin.
“Maybe you should get a bigger place,” I tease.
“Maybe I should just stay here forever,” he counters.
My spine stiffens, and I’m sure he notices because he steps away.
Forever is a word that terrifies me. This dynamic is only supposed to be temporary. Nixon was only joking, but it makes me wonder if he feels how right this is too. I’m not supposed to fall for this man. This is just sex. But fuck, it’s hard to keep emotions at bay when he makes me feel whole, safe, and better than I ever have.
