Chapter 4
Dominic had to employ every inch of self-restraint he had not to whip out his cock and shove it into Austin’s pretty mouth.
But he held himself still. It helped that there was a persistent little voice reminding him that he had officially ventured into idiot territory, that he was ruining his career over this, and that he would be out of a job after the fallout finally settled.
That voice was easy to ignore with Austin kneeling in front of him, asking nervously to suck his cock.
“You’re sure?” Dominic asked, stroking a thumb down Austin’s stubbled cheek. It had a thin layer of scruff on it, as he usually kept it between shoots.
Austin nodded. His face was flushed, his pupils huge.
If Dominic didn’t know any better, he would think Austin was on something.
Not that Dominic would ever let that happen on his watch.
He’d only seen Austin high once—a tab of acid at a wrap party—and he’d seen how miserable it made him.
Some people had great highs. But from what Austin had told him about his dabbling with drugs, they just dialed his worries up to eleven.
This didn’t look like a bad high. Austin looked like he was floating on cloud nine, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at Dominic with this spacey disbelief, like he still couldn’t believe that he got to have this.
Maybe he never has, Dominic reminded himself.
Austin was a good actor after all. And it made sense that people would want what they thought they were getting: big, scary Austin, always in control.
That was certainly the vibe he had gotten that night when Austin drunkenly confessed to wanting Dominic.
The idea that no one ever had Austin on his knees like this made something hot and possessive roar to life in Dominic’s chest. He hooked his thumb over Austin’s lower lip, rubbing over the flat of his tongue.
“If you need to stop,” he said. “Just tap my leg. Nod if you understand.”
Austin nodded eagerly, his mouth still speared open on Dominic’s thumb. He seemed torn on what to look at. Dominic’s face or his cock, which was hovering less than an inch away from Austin’s mouth.
Dominic took his thumb off Austin’s tongue, smearing a thin line of spit down his stubbled chin. Then he took himself out of his slacks, gratified to find that the material was warm from rubbing it over Austin’s face earlier.
Austin jerked forward.
“Ah-ah.” Dominic’s hand tightened in Austin’s short hair, bringing him to a stop just before that delicious mouth touched his cock. “Take it easy. Just suck the head, nice and light.”
Austin nodded again. He was smiling, Dominic noticed with a surge of fondness.
Big and goofy, the kind of smile that would entirely ruin his image if he did it in public.
Then he sealed his lips around Dominic’s cockhead and his smile vanished by necessity as they formed a tight seal around the plummy skin.
At first, he sucked too hard, and Dominic was about to drag him back.
Then the suction eased as Austin seemingly remembered his instructions.
“Good,” Dominic said, half gasping it. He rubbed his fingertips against Austin’s scalp, watching the man’s eyelids flutter. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
Austin groaned. His eyes drifted fully shut, and he dipped lower to take more of Dominic in his mouth.
“Not yet,” Dominic told him, his thighs trembling with the effort it took not to thrust wildly into his mouth. “I have another idea. Stand up.”
Austin’s dreamy look faded. He pulled off Dominic, frowning.
“What?” he panted. “Why? What’d I do?”
“You can get back to my cock in a second,” Dominic assured him, stroking his scalp calmingly. “I just got ahead of myself. Are you going to stand up?”
Austin grumbled but stood. His legs wobbled. There was a wet patch on his slacks where his cockhead was pressing. Dominic’s own cock pulsed as he thought about how desperate Austin must be. And he’d still chosen to blow him.
Dominic stood back, thinking. He liked the idea of taking off Austin’s clothes, feeling all that bare, tattooed skin under him. But Austin obviously liked getting told what to do. Would he prefer to do it himself, or would he prefer to stand there while Dominic did it?
There was always time to find out. No way was Dominic letting this be the last time. He’d barely had Austin, and he was already addicted.
“Take off your clothes for me,” Dominic decided.
Austin’s disgruntled look dissolved into eager awe. He fumbled at his shirt, missing the top button twice before he finally tugged it free. He got naked in record time, throwing his clothes on the couch nearby and looking back at Dominic expectantly.
Dominic took a moment to admire Austin’s naked body.
He’d seen glimpses of it when Austin came out of an evening shower or in that movie where he didn’t use a body double for a sex scene.
But it was so different like this—his toned, hairless chest heaving, his powerful thighs shifting anxiously as he waited.
Except for his face, he was shaved all over.
Not shaved, Dominic corrected himself. Waxed. Austin complained about it after every session.
Dominic usually preferred hairy guys. But there was something so damn appealing about Austin, hairless from the neck down, his cock standing to attention without any dark hair around to distract from it.
“Poor puppy,” Dominic said. He trailed a hand down Austin’s stomach, feeling it tense underneath him as Austin’s abs appeared in stark relief.
All six of them. Contractually mandated, as Austin had said.
They looked good. But they also made Dominic remember all the boring meals Austin had complained about.
“We really need to feed you more,” Dominic said, pressing the meager fat over Austin’s underfed belly.
“I could eat,” Austin replied breathlessly. “I mean, you could feed me. Uh, your dick. Shit, that was supposed to be a good line. I fucked it up. You’re ruining me, man. I mean, sir.”
Dominic chuckled. Austin’s eyes got even bigger, and Dominic wondered if he’d ever heard Dominic laugh before. Not like that, definitely. Soft and fond in ways Dominic tried to keep behind his teeth.
“You’re being so good for me, Austin. And you’ve been waiting for it for a while, hmm?”
“Yeah,” Austin said. “The whole time, sir. You could’ve had me anytime. Just had to—to ask.”
He stumbled over the last few words. Still nervous, Dominic noticed. Either he really didn’t do this much, or it affected him so much he got shy about it. Either option made Dominic want to fuck him until he cried.
“Back on the cushion,” Dominic said.
Austin dropped to his knees so fast Dominic worried about his joints. But there was no pain in his face as he looked up at Dominic eagerly. Waiting for permission, Dominic realized with an absurd rush of affection.
“Good,” Dominic said. “Now suck. Soft, like I told you to. And don’t go deeper until I say.”
Austin swayed in and took him back into his mouth.
Dominic wanted to tip his head back and bask in the glorious suction, but he forced himself to keep watching.
Austin was obviously struggling to hold himself back from taking more, but he was doing it.
His hips twitched, grinding up against nothing.
He reached up like he was going to fist the length he wasn’t allowed to fit in his mouth.
“Hands on your thighs,” Dominic said. “Keep them there.”
Austin whined around him. His hands dropped to his thighs.
“Good,” Dominic repeated. “Now, how deep can you take me?”
He dragged Austin off, feeling the pull as Austin attempted to sway back in toward his cock.
“I can take all of you,” Austin said.
Dominic hummed. “Are you sure? I won’t be mad if you can’t. There’s a lot to take.”
“I can do it,” Austin insisted. “I promise. You can fuck my throat if you want. I love it. Nobody tries it, they think I’ll be pissed at them. Even when I ask.”
“Do you ask much?”
“Sometimes,” Austin admitted. “Easier to just… go with what they expect.”
He squirmed uncomfortably on the pillow. Getting in his head, Dominic knew. That wouldn’t do.
He tightened his grip on Austin’s hair, watching his mouth fall open on a gasp.
“You don’t have to worry about that here,” Dominic told him. “You just need to do what I say.”
Austin nodded, the movement restricted by how hard Dominic was holding his hair. Dominic was pretty sure he only did it to feel the pressure.
“I’m giving you something you want,” Dominic continued. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you,” Austin blurted. Not even a smart comment like Dominic had been expecting. He was sinking deeper; Dominic could see it. He just had to stop interrupting it and let Austin fall properly.
“Good,” Dominic said. “Open your mouth. Keep it relaxed.”
Austin did. Dominic took a moment to rub his thumb over Austin’s lower lip, reminded about all the times he’d fantasized about this very scenario. Then he took his cock and pushed it inside Austin’s waiting mouth, all the way to the back of his throat.
Austin choked. Just for a moment. Then his throat relaxed, and Dominic slid into that impossibly tight heat.
“Perfect,” Dominic sighed. He pulled out again, rubbing his cockhead around Austin’s velvety cheeks to give him a chance to breathe. Then he thrust back into his throat, starting up a slow, deep rhythm that made sure he wouldn’t blow too early.
Austin groaned, the noise vibrating around Dominic’s shaft.
The living room filled with slick noises as Dominic took his throat again and again, watching Austin’s face become redder and redder.
Despite the obvious effort Austin was employing, he was only getting more relaxed with each thrust. His shoulders dropped, his eyelids fluttering.
Perfectly content to sit there and let Dominic use him.