Billie
Billie woke up suddenly and realized he was not in his bed. He remembered taking a rideshare over to Eli’s last night… Now everything clicked into place. The hot body currently spooning him kinda helped his memory, too. Holy shit, who needed coffee to wake up when you had a huge, hard cock rubbing your ass? Billie could design a t-shirt: Coffee or cock? Either way, it’s a great start to the day. He snickered to himself as he thought about walking around town with a shirt like that on display.
“What’s so funny first thing in the morning?” Eli demanded, his voice even deeper than usual. Billie pushed his ass back to rub against Eli’s impressive morning wood and got an answering groan in return.
“I was thinking that I don’t need coffee to wake up if I have you. I could design a naughty t-shirt along those lines,” he murmured and shifted his ass again to rub against Eli’s cock.
“I’ll be the first to purchase.” Eli gripped Billie tighter. “Now stop teasing me. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
“Be a gentleman later. Our bodies know what they want right now.” Billie tried to turn over, but he was no match for Eli’s strength. Eli kissed a soft trail down Billie’s neck, and the sensation of his soft beard rubbing against his sensitive neck made him moan loudly. He pushed Eli’s hand down, and the feel of that hot, calloused hand touching his aching dick made Billie’s eyes roll back.
“Eli, please,” Billie said as he closed his eyes.
“So fucking beautiful,” Eli whispered as he tortured Billie with long, firm strokes. Eli’s covered dick rubbed against his taint and balls, and suddenly their combined body heat was overwhelming. Throwing off the sheet and comforter, Eli rolled to his back and brought Billie with him. He straddled Eli’s hips, thrusting without care.
“Oh, shit, you have nipple rings. That’s so sexy,” Eli said as his hands moved up and over to Billie’s nipples, tugging gently on the silver rings as the fierce arc of pleasure zipped through his body. Eli used one hand to torture his nipples and the other to stroke him off. Billie needed more.
“Underwear, off,” Billie ordered as Eli lifted his hips and pushed his black briefs down to his thighs. Billie’s mouth watered at the sight of Eli’s pulsing cock. It was heavy and hard and he couldn’t wait another moment to taste it. Shuffling back, he bent over, sucking on the head and rolling his tongue around the sensitive underside.
“Oh God,” Eli murmured as he gripped the sheets, his molten brown eyes locking on Billie’s. Eli’s gorgeous body tensed, muscles rippling, straining for control. The badass bodyguard had a weakness—for him—and it made Billie’s confidence soar.
“You don’t need to hold back, sweetheart. Fuck my face,” Billie ordered and leaned back in, taking Eli’s thick cock down his throat.
“Holy Lord Jesus, you’re a talented man,” Eli groaned as he gripped Billie’s hair. Billie popped off and bent lower, licking Eli’s balls and his taint.
“You taste amazing,” Billie murmured as he moved to Eli’s firm thigh and gently bit it. Eli reached out with his right hand and opened his nightstand, throwing a condom and a tube of lubricant on the bed.
“Your choice. I’m vers,” Eli whispered as Billie grabbed the condom, ripping it open. He rolled it down Eli’s cock and slathered it with lube, then added some to his own fingers. Gently easing one finger in, Billie prepped himself until Eli’s large hand reached around. Another slick finger slid in beside his. Billie moaned, throwing his head back and letting the pleasure guide him.
“I’m ready,” Billie moaned and Eli’s hands smoothed over his ass, squeezing and spreading him open. Billie eased back, tensing with the initial penetration of Eli’s thick cock. Strong hands slid up his back and massaged his muscles, and Billie felt himself relax, slowly sinking down until he was full.
“There’s no rush, sweetheart. Nice and slow.” Eli rocked his hips gently in a sensual pace, letting Billie get adjusted.
Billie started to move his hips faster, rising and falling, leaning back until he found the perfect angle to tap his prostate.
“Eli!” Billie yelled out as the fierce pleasure jolted him. Eli gripped his hips and joined in the frantic rhythm, the room echoing with the sounds of their harsh breathing as their bodies strained closer.
“Billie! Fuck, I’m almost there,” Eli shouted as he thrust harder and pounded Billie’s ass.
“Yes, that’s it! Harder,” Billie said as he got lost in his bliss. Eli wrapped a rough hand around his cock and tugged in tandem with their movements. The pleasure was too much. Billie let go. His body shuddered with the force of his orgasm, and he felt the rush of hot cum cover his dick and his balls. Eli chased his own release, thrusting faster and faster until he shouted and emptied into the condom.
“Billie,” Eli murmured as he licked his lips, a dark flush covering his face and down over his wide chest, over all those beautiful tattoos. Billie slowly lifted off Eli and removed the condom, then headed to the bathroom to clean up. Standing over the pedestal sink, he took a deep breath and stared at his reflection, lips swollen, beard burn over his face and neck, his black hair a messy tangle around his face. That was to be expected. What he hadn’t anticipated was the soft look of contentment in his green eyes, a tiny reflection of the intense feelings that Eli was inspiring. A swell of emotion bubbled up, but he ignored it. It was too much, too soon. He couldn’t risk falling again only to have his heart blasted into a million pieces. It had taken a year to piece it back together, and he wasn’t sure it could survive another implosion.
Billie turned on the faucet and ran hot water over his face and cleaned himself up as best he could. Once he felt calmer and in control, he would be ready to face Eli again.
****
Eli
Eli lay spread-eagle on his bed, trying to calm his racing heart and the rest of his body after such a monumental orgasm. His chemistry with Billie in bed was even hotter than he’d anticipated. Combine that with the protective feelings the man inspired, and Eli knew that this was something special. But Billie was not sold on the idea of having a relationship, so Eli would need to be extra patient with his feisty lover. If Billie wanted space, he’d give it to him. Eli realized that he’d be willing to give Billie just about anything, and that right there said it all.
A pounding knock at his front door startled him, and Eli reached for his track pants. Wandering out into the living room, he checked the peephole and was shocked to see who was on the other side.
He unlocked the door and opened it wide, resting one hand on the doorjamb.
“Hey, boss, what are you doing here?”
Mason never visited him at home. Ever. Oh, shit. The boss was here, and Billie was here—not in a professional capacity—and Eli was in big fucking trouble.
“We need to talk. Now,” Mason stated in his usual gruff way. Eli opened the door and let him in, guiding him over to the living room.
“I just woke up. Let me grab a t-shirt,” Eli murmured and ran for his bedroom. Billie exited the bathroom with only a towel around his hips, and Eli placed a finger over his mouth.
“Mason is here,” Eli whispered. “Stay in the bedroom and I’ll come back when it’s safe to come out.” Billie nodded as Eli grabbed a t-shirt from his closet and ran back out to the living room.
Mason was sitting on his couch, tapping the armrest with one hand and reading something on his phone with the other.
“Sorry to drop by instead of calling, but Dax wanted me to give you this.” Mason pointed to a paper shopping bag on the floor. “And I have an update to share. There’s been a change to Billie’s service detail. Some pap spotted you guys leaving the music studio in Brooklyn yesterday and put two and two together. An article was released early this morning about Billie’s involvement with the tour and goes on to speculate that he’s dating one of the band members.”
“I don’t recall seeing a tail yesterday. And where the fuck did they get a story about him dating a band member?” Eli growled.
Mason ran a hand through his brown hair and shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s a tabloid, so they’re not big on fact checking. They’re trying to create buzz. Billie will need daily protective duty from here on out. When I left our building this morning, there was already press waiting outside.”
“Maybe they were waiting for Dax,” Eli mused.
“The reporter asked me if I knew Billie.”
“And speaking of Billie, I need to be re-assigned.” Eli licked his dry lips and paced the floor. Fuck, Mason was going to ream him out good when he told him the reason.
“Why?” Mason asked calmly, and Eli turned to face him.
“Billie and I … we’re involved.” He braced for the explosive impact.
Mason only nodded. “I figured as much when I spotted Billie’s boots by the front door just now. You can tell him he doesn’t have to hide in your bedroom. I won’t freak the fuck out. Not at him, in any case,” Mason bit out as his icy blue glare hit Eli. Fuckity fuck fuck, the boss man was ready to explode.
“Boss, it just happened. Like, last night. I was going to call or stop by the office to tell you this morning. I swear.” Eli began to sweat profusely and started pacing again.
“I believe you, Eli, but personal relations with a client is a strict no-go. It ruins your objectivity. I wish you told me how you felt before anything happened. Given this, I’m going to have to suspend you for three weeks.”
“If Eli gets suspended, you should have to face suitable punishment,” Billie interrupted, appearing beside the couch in his red pants and white shirt, his beautiful face staring down at Mason with no sign of fear. Fuck, his man had big balls to take on the boss man.
“This doesn’t concern you, Billie.”
“Were you or were you not guarding Dax at the same time you started boning him?”
Eli quickly walked over to Billie and placed an arm around his waist. Mason was going to eviscerate him, but Eli could try to shield him as best he could from the blast.
“What I did or did not do is not relevant here!” Mason yelled. Billie pushed Eli’s arm aside and got right up in Mason’s face.
“Eli told you the truth. Re-assign him, but he doesn’t deserve suspension. Nothing happened until last night, and I was in no danger since he was going to ask to be reassigned this morning.”
Mason stared at Billie and shook his head. “Jesus!” he barked. “I was a cold-hearted bastard before Dax. Now look what he’s done to me. All right, Eli, you’re re-assigned. But you pull any shit like this again and that’s it. And keep this relationship under wraps while the press are on to Billie.”
“Thanks, Mason. I swear it won’t happen again.”
“It better not. You don’t plan to date other clients, do you?” Billie asked Eli with a big smile and a wink. “Wait, what do you mean the press are on to me?”
“Before you interrupted our conversation, I was telling Eli that the press know who you are and your connection to the band. There’s also an online tabloid article that suggests you’re dating one of the guys in Wayward Lane.”
“Great, let the circus begin!” Billie huffed and crossed his arms.
“What now, boss?” Eli asked as he put his arm around Billie’s shoulder.
“I’ll have Luis drop by here and take Billie home. Billie, you need to change into clothes that aren’t so recognizable. Borrow something from Eli, running shoes, and wear a hat and sunglasses. I’ll arrange a schedule for the coming weeks. Eli, you’re back on night shift. I’ll have Oliver send you a schedule.”
“Got it. Thanks again, boss. Oh, what’s in the bag that Dax sent?”
“I have no idea. He told me not to look, and I do not go against my husband’s wishes.”
“Dax really has you by the balls, eh, Mason?” Billie laughed.
“He certainly does. I’m a very lucky man.” Mason smirked in a rare moment of levity. “Now enough joking around. Luis and Oliver will be in touch. I’ll talk to you later,” Mason said as he quickly headed for the door.
Eli turned to Billie. “We probably have a half hour before Luis gets here and whisks you away.”
“Race you to the shower?”
“Loser makes breakfast.”