Chapter 14 #2
“Mine,” Dominic murmured. The word was a rush, making his cock throb in his boxers. He pulled his fingers out, then his cock. He rubbed the rest of the lube over his cock, letting himself luxuriate in it for a moment before pressing his cockhead against Austin’s hole.
“Remember,” Dominic said, his voice low and silky. “Keep quiet. Or I’ll stop.”
Austin nodded wildly.
“Good boy,” Dominic repeated breathlessly. Then he slid inside in one long, smooth thrust.
Austin spasmed against him, making a muffled noise into his hands. His cock jerked; Dominic could see it in the reflection. He thrust again, enraptured as he watched a thin drop of precome slide down Austin’s shaft.
“That’s it,” Dominic said senselessly. “Is this what you wanted when you were being a slut out there?”
Austin nodded again, making another muffled noise in his hands. His head fell forward, thunking into the mirror.
Dominic yanked him back by his hair. “None of that. You watch while I fuck you.”
Austin moaned openly. His hands had slipped off his mouth when Dominic jerked him back. He slammed them back into place as Dominic started fucking him in earnest, drawing all sorts of delicious muffled sounds from behind his hands.
Dominic straightened him up, winding his hand around his throat once more. Austin bucked and writhed against him, his eyes falling shut.
Dominic pinned harder against the sink. “Watch.”
Austin pried his eyes open. They were watery, and Dominic worried for a moment before he saw how hard Austin’s cock was in the grimy mirror reflection, not to mention how desperately he was straining back against him, hungry for more.
“My perfect little slut,” Dominic said, fucking into him faster.
He meant to draw this out, but Austin was so sweet and hot inside, his gaze too desperate where it met Dominic’s in the mirror.
The distant noises from the bar only made things hotter.
The knowledge that half the bar would have taken Austin home if he asked, but he wouldn’t find true satisfaction with any of them.
That honor went to Dominic, who was plowing him relentlessly inside the bathroom with a hand on his throat.
“The moment I met you, I knew you wanted this,” Dominic said, barely aware of the words spilling out of his mouth. “Knew how much you craved it. You’d do anything for it. To take my cock, take my orders. My sweet little puppy.”
Austin wailed, the noise stifled by his hands. His fingers dug into his cheeks, which were red with exertion. His eyes were teary and glazed, fixed entirely on Dominic. Every time they fell shut, Austin forced them open again.
“So perfect,” Dominic gasped. He nuzzled Austin’s throat, right above where he was holding it. “‘M gonna come. Squeeze around me, puppy. Milk me like the little slut you are.”
Austin clenched around him instantly.
Dominic bit down on his shoulder and came. His legs shook, his hips rabbiting as he emptied deep inside. He was holding Austin too hard; he could tell from how red Austin’s face was, but he couldn’t help it. Austin just looked so good with Dominic’s hand wrapped around his throat.
Finally, he started to come down. He let go of Austin’s neck.
Austin slumped over the sink, gasping. Before he could even suck in a proper breath, he was coming, ropes of white streaking the ceramic. Dominic reached down to stroke him through it, and Austin cried out, only half-muffled by his hands.
Dominic watched the last few spurts dribble over the sink, impressed. He was worried he’d gone too hard, but maybe he should do more research into breathplay.
He gave Austin a few moments to adjust. Then he pulled out, kissing Austin’s neck apologetically when he winced. Then he noticed a red mark on Austin’s neck and paused.
It was a bite mark. He hadn’t broken the skin, but by the angry red dents, he’d come damn close.
“Sorry,” he said, rubbing the deep marks. “That’ll be hard to hide.”
Austin made a confused noise and lifted his head. His face was still red, his cheeks stained with tears that had come when he tipped over the edge. He blinked blearily at his reflection, where Dominic was smearing spit over the bite mark.
Austin craned his neck to examine it. “Could be pretty hot. Walking out of here with this. Everyone knowing I’m yours.”
“They might,” Dominic said. “Even with your hands over your mouth, you were pretty loud.”
Austin grinned bashfully. He looked gorgeous, even fucked out of his mind in the unflattering bathroom lights. Dominic pulled up his jeans for him and turned him around, watching the harsh light reflect in Austin’s big brown eyes.
“Let’s get you home,” he said quietly. “Mr. Wayne.”
It only lasted a moment. But Dominic could have sworn that Austin’s smile dimmed. Then Austin was back to normal, smoothing his short hair back and beaming up at him.
“Lead the way.”
Austin was quiet in the car. The content kind. His head sagging back against the car seat. Dominic thought he might be asleep before he spoke up on the last road before his house.
“We could, you know.”
“Could what?” Dominic asked.
“Let everybody know you’re mine.”
Dominic twisted to stare at him. Austin’s eyes were closed, still leaning back against the car seat. Sweat was drying on his face, Dominic’s bite mark stark red against his neck. There were still indents from where Dominic had sunk his teeth in.
“Like a relationship?”
“Sure,” Austin said lightly. “If you want.”
His tone was casual. But Dominic could see the tense line of his shoulders, the way his eyes stayed determinedly closed even as they went over a speed bump. It wasn’t relaxation, he realized. He just didn’t want to see Dominic’s reaction.
Dominic licked his lips. They still tasted like Austin’s sweat. He wanted to say yes, of course, he would love to. But all his instincts screamed at him to slow down. This was his boss. His movie star boss. No matter how much he liked the guy, he couldn’t date him.
“Let me think about it,” Dominic said.