Trained By My Girlfriend's Dad: A M/M Straight To Gay First Time Romance

by Charlotte Storm

  Owen stomps his foot like a petulant child. “I don’t want to be through. I want you.”

  He reaches toward Darryl with the same hand he tried to punch me with. Darryl flinches away, steps back so now we’re side-by-side.

  “I’m a better sub than he’ll ever be.” Owen juts his chin my direction, his glare laser focused.

  Darryl glances at me, his eyes doing a quick lap around the circuit of my body, followed by a glare to Harris who currently still has his hands on my shoulders.

  At the glare, he lets go. Clears his throat. Takes a step back.

  Without warning, Darryl threads his fingers through mine. A jolt of energy travels through me when we touch, my spine the conduit.

  “Dominic isn’t my sub,” Darryl says for the second time tonight.

  The look that crosses Owen’s face is one of shock. At first. It’s quickly followed by confusion. Then burning anger, and what can only be described as a ravaging determination to take me down.

  Darryl must see it, too. Instead of dousing the inferno of his ex-sub, he throws kerosine on the flame. In one fluid movement, Darryl turns toward me, cups my cheek in his free hand, and kisses me. Truly, deeply, unashamedly kisses me.

  Everything disappears the moment he does. Owen. Harris. The restaurant full of staring patrons. The world. The only thing that exists is me and Darryl. The feel of his lips on mine. The heat from his skin. The scratch of the stubble on his chin. The scent of his cologne permeating my pores. The sound of the low growl rumbling his chest when he takes whatever this is to the next level.

  I’ve been falling for Darryl ever since I walked through his front door. This is the moment of impact.

  After an eternity, or no time at all, Harris claps his hands. The noise breaks the spell our scene cast. “Enough gawking, nosey bitches,” he announces, his particular brand of humor shining through. “Mind your own pasta, and tip your waiters.”

  Like a car that doesn’t quite want to start, the noise of movement slowly fills the restaurant once more.

  “And you,” Harris says to Owen. I think he says to Owen. I haven’t opened my eyes, haven’t pulled my lips from Darryl’s. “You need to leave. You aren’t welcome here. Don’t come back.”

  When Darryl finally breaks the kiss, it’s to catch Owen’s arm as Harris escorts him out. “Never contact me again,” he says, his tone a menacing threat. “Never cross paths with me. And never threaten my boyfriend, or it’ll be the last thing you do.”

  Owen doesn’t look at me, doesn’t look at Darryl. He bows his head, mumbles a, “Yes, sir,” then lets Harris take him outside.

  I watch my dom’s ex-sub walk out of his life for what I pray is the last time, a warm tingle spreading through me like wildfire. “You just called me your boyfriend,” my mouth utters. I think it utters. I can’t feel my lips.

  Darryl stares at me, an unreadable look on his face. He opens his mouth to argue. Closes it. Scratches his chin. Shrugs, and says, “Yeah, I did. Should I not have?”

  No. He shouldn’t have. He shouldn’t say things that aren’t true. Things that make me his slave more than a collar and cock cage ever will.

  Placing my hand on his shoulder, I lean in until my lips graze his ear. “I know you didn’t mean it. Tomorrow, this all goes away. For tonight, I’ll be your boyfriend. Every night, I’ll be yours. Take me home, right now. Show me what it means to be claimed by you.”

  When I pull back, look Darryl in the eyes, he’s breathing as heavily as I am. Other parts are probably just as hard.

  “I want to know what it’s like to be taken by a man, and I need that man to be you,” I add, in case the hint wasn’t clear enough.

  Tonight, I’m giving my virginity to Darryl Cole, my ex-girlfriend’s dad.

  Darryl freezes. His jaw muscles stretch tight, his body stone ridgid. His fierce, intense eyes close for the briefest of moments, as if thanking God for prayers answered.

  Without another word, Darryl grabs my hand and drags me with him to the exit. If the place wasn’t so crowded, I think I would’ve had to jog to keep up.

  “Woah, where are you going?” Harris asks when we’re halfway to the door he just came through, Owen hopefully long gone.

  “Home,” is the only word Darryl says, his voice more bestial growl than cultured alpha.

  Harris’s eyes ping from me to boyfriend-for-the-night, his knowing smirk making me blush. Not that he can tell. I’m probably already flushed from everything that just happened.

  “I can pack your food to go,” he offers when Darryl muscles his way past his friend and makes a beeline for the exit.

  Darryl pauses, grabs his wallet, and shoves a hundred dollar bill into his friend’s hand. “We didn’t order. Make sure our waiter gets this.”

  After shoving his wallet back into his pocket, Darryl takes my hand again. We don’t stop until we reach his car. I expect him to unlock it, shove me inside. He doesn’t.

  With his body and the force of his will, Darryl pushes me against the car. His hard cock rubs against mine, the sensation igniting a fire in my blood only Darryl can put out.

  Holding my face in his hands, rough and gentle at the same time, Darryl stares at me. Into me. “I want you. Fuck, do I want you,” he grinds out, his jaw clenched, body hard. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. If you give me your virginity, I’ll take it. God, do I need to take it.”

  He pauses, leans his forehead against mine. His hot breath fans my cheeks. His hips grind into me. I’m so hard I could scream. Beg. Do whatever it takes to find relief. With him.

  “But...” he starts, then huffs out a breath. “I just...I don’t want you to feel obligated to do this if you aren’t ready. I don’t want to force you into anything.”

  I raise an eyebrow, my need for him making me bolder than I normally am. “You don’t want to force me?”

  “Oh, I fucking want to force you.” Darryl moves his hands from my face to my ass. He squeezes, hard. I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning.

  Enough people tonight have stared at us. I don’t need to give them more reasons, not that it matters. If I could pull my eyes from the magnetism of my need for Darryl, I’d realize we have an audience. Right now, with him, with me saying yes to giving him everything, I can’t seem to care.

  “I also want you to choose,” he says, tone softer, more serious.

  “I am choosing,” I admit, needing to move this along, craving the moment we get into his car and drive to his house. All the moments afterward. “Please,” I beg, something I’m great at thanks to him.

  Pressing my body more fully against his—not that there was much room—I grab a handful of his shirt, not giving a shit if I wrinkle it or not, and definitely the fuck not sure where my boldness comes from.

  No. That’s bullshit. I do know. It comes from him. Comes from within me, from the person he makes me strive to be.

  I bite his lower lip, suck it into my mouth. “Take me home,” I say, my lips still touching his. “Take my virginity.”

  Chapter 20

  Darryl

  I kiss Dominic fast and hard, the same way I want to take him. I won’t, not for his first time. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I want to destroy his ass the same way he destroys me.

  Somehow, I manage to get the car unlocked. The door open. With a final swipe of my tongue against his, I break our kiss, shove him into the passenger seat. I know I’m being rough, but if I don’t get some of it out now, I’ll take it out on him later.

  That’s not how this is going to go. Tonight, Dominic isn’t my sub. He’s my date. My...boyfriend.

  Fuck. I can’t believe I said that. Haven’t called anyone that since Mason. And not since Mason have I ever felt this possessive. This off the deep end.

  “Are you okay?” Dominic asks as I reach for the button to start the engine.

  We both stare at my hand, at how much it shakes. I hit the button, then run my hand over my head, across my face. I need to
pull it together. Need to chill out. I can’t. Not with Dominic so close. Not with the way his looks and demeanor remind me of Mason. Not with how he was just attacked by a former sub. Something I should’ve done more to prevent.

  I could fucking strangle Owen, I’m that pissed. But am I really mad at him? Or at myself, for letting things get too far? For not handling the issue me breaking it off clearly caused?

  “Darryl?” The way Dominic says my name makes all the other shit melt away. The way his dark eyes hold mine. The way he leans in, concern angling his features to make him more gorgeous. How his hard cock strains against pants I should’ve torn off by now.

  “Buckle in,” I bark out, used to giving commands and having them followed. Dominic doesn’t disappoint. I can’t imagine he ever will.

  The drive to my house takes for-fucking-ever! Traffic, pedestrians, and stop lights all force me to practice the art of patience. I’m the one typically doing the forcing, and not doing the patience. Like everything when it comes to my daughter’s ex-boyfriend, things aren’t as they normally are.

  Dominic tries to kiss me, tries to undo my pants so he can wrap his lips around my cock. I push him away, don’t let him touch me. It isn’t that I don’t want him to. It’s that, if I let him do either, I’m not sure I won’t crash.

  When I finally reach my driveway, I don’t bother pulling the car into the garage. I’m out, around to the passenger door, before Dominic unbuckles. I fist his shirt, drag him out of the car, push him against it, and kiss him so hard our teeth clack together.

  My lips ache, but I don’t dare stop kissing him. I need a moment before we go inside. Need to regain the control I’m used to. I care about Dominic. Really and truly fucking care about him. I want him, and I don’t want to hurt him.

  Dominic makes a noise that tells me I need to let him breathe. I pull back, stare into his face, inhale his scent, memorize the way he looks right now. While he still has a shred of innocence left. Innocence I’m about to defile.

  “Darryl, please,” he begs. Shit. There’s no way me putting this off will provide any more control.

  Being bolder than usual, Dominic grabs my hand, presses my palm into his crotch. He’s hard as stone, and my desire to taste him hasn’t gone anywhere.

  “Please,” he says again. “I need you. I don’t want to wait anymore. I’ve waited long enough. Waited my entire fucking life. For you.” Dominic flinches like he didn’t mean to say those last two words out loud.

  I understand the sentiment. I shouldn’t, never thought I would again, but I do.

  I place my forehead against his, take a long, slow, steady breath. “I’ve waited for you, too,” I say, when my mind quiets enough to think. “Come on.”

  I lace my fingers through his, lead him into the house, past the kitchen, and down the hall to my bedroom. “No, wait,” he says, pulling me to a stop. He glances over his shoulder, at the room he sleeps in. “I...uh, not in your room. When we go in there, I’m your sub. I don’t want to do this as that.”

  For the first time in forever, neither do I.

  My fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. I tighten my grip, pull him into a kiss. “Take off your clothes. Wait for me on your bed. I need to get a few things before we start.”

  I swear Dominic whimpers before nodding.

  I catch his wrist, rub the delicate flesh on the inside with my thumb. “I want you on your back, your delicious dick at full attention. I plan to taste you in the way you denied me before dinner.”

  Dominic’s dark eyes widen. His Adam’s apple bobs when he tries to swallow. “Yes, s—” He catches himself, bites his lower lip before saying, “Okay. I’d like that.”

  Zero minutes is how much time I waste getting the supplies we’ll need: lube, butt plugs, and towels. I’m quick, which means Dominic needs to be quicker if he wants to be undressed by the time I get to him.

  He better be undressed. Doesn’t matter that he isn’t my sub. I’m still a demanding lover. Expect that when I give a command it’s followed.

  When I reach Dominic’s room, his door is cracked. I push it open with my bare toe, my shoes and socks previously discarded on the floor in my bedroom. It’ll be easier to undress without them on.

  My eyes immediately cut to the bed when I enter, to the man lying naked on his back, every ounce of flesh on full display, just for me.

  All of the air rushes out of the room. I can’t breathe, I want him so bad. But I can’t want him more than my next breath. I won’t let myself get sucked in again, only to lose the thing I crave. He’ll be gone soon. And he’s still my daughter’s ex.

  There’s no future for us. Never will be. There’s only right now.

  I stalk over to Dominic, push the tangled mess of thoughts to the side, focus on what I want. Dominic’s cock in my mouth, his ass lubed and stretched, his throat hoarse from screaming out the pleasure of me taking his virginity.

  “You look good enough to eat,” I say, setting down the supplies on the nightstand by the bed. “Since we skipped dinner, I’m hungry.”

  Dominic licks his lips, tries to push himself up against the headboard. I say try, because I straddle his thighs, lean in close until my lips touch his neck. He lifts his chin, giving me access, probably thinking I’m going to kiss him. I don’t.

  I bare my teeth, bite down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Dominic’s body bucks against mine, my weight keeping him in place. His cock rubs against my pants, which makes all kinds of delicious noises escape his mouth. Fuck, I need to feel him, taste him, before I turn his straight-and-narrow sex life into a curvy country road.

  My teeth release his flesh. I work my mouth slowly across his collarbone, his chest, his abs, and lower. I take my time, tease him, make him squirm in anticipation.

  Before I’m all the way down, I grab the lube off the nightstand, pop the cap, and coat my middle finger. I press the slicked digit against the tight ring of his asshole, wrap my other hand around his base.

  He hisses at the contact, a bead of precum wetting his tip. I swirl my tongue around his head in the same way I swirl my finger against his opening to loosen it. Dominic tries to speak, tries to tell me how good this feels. He can’t get the words out, can’t form coherent speech. It’s fine. His noises tell me everything I need to know.

  After wrapping my lips around his head, I slide down the length of him at the same time I push my finger inside. His hips come off the bed. His fingers grab at my short hair, unable to get a decent grip.

  After a minute, I slide in another finger. Dominic clenches around me, but quickly relaxes. We’ve done this enough that he knows the drill. The tighter he clenches, the more it’ll hurt.

  When I caress his prostate, a fresh wave of flavor coats my tongue. “Darryl.” My name catches in his throat. I know my mouth and touch torture him, know he’s close.

  “Mm-hm?” I hum against his dick.

  He gasps, grabs my ears, forces me down further onto him. Typically, that’s my role. I’m the one in charge, the one pushing. But I know he needs this, needs me to treat him differently. It might be a terrible idea, one we’ll pay for later when the dust settles from whatever we have. Doesn’t matter. Right now does. I’ll worry about later, later.

  Dominic’s dick presses against the back of my throat. Relaxing muscles of my own, I slide him in deeper, use my tongue to press him against the roof of my mouth, and suck as hard as I can. At the same time, I milk his prostate with my fingers, relish when he screams my name and unloads.

  Thick, quick, hot spurts shoot down my throat. His flavor coats my tongue. Fuck, he’s addicting in the worst kind of way. His flavor, his scent, the sound of my name on his lips all make my head buzz, my skin tingle.

  Dominic pulls on my ears as he pulses inside my mouth, but quickly lets go, only tentatively touching me again. I’ve trained him well. On any other day, I’d make him pay for being aggressive.

  Okay, who am I kidding? I’m about to make him pay, anyway. He’s
always sensitive, his nerve endings frayed and raw after an orgasm. I love taking advantage of that.

  “St-stop. Fuck, Darryl, it’s too much,” he begs. I ignore him, continue to milk him for every single drop, continue to push the boundary between pleasure and torture.

  His body vibrates, his breaths come in harsh, sharp pants. Finally, I pull away, use my elbows to prop myself up, and climb across the landscape of Dominic’s body. I bring my mouth to his, kiss him slow and deep.

  He immediately opens to the kiss, his tongue lapping at what’s left of his release. “I love it so fucking much when you go down on me,” he says after I pull away.

  The feeling’s mutual, but I’m not about to tell him that.

  “On your stomach,” I say instead, and reach for the lube and the smaller of the two butt plugs.

  Dominic follows my command, hugs a pillow underneath him for support. Or maybe comfort. He glances at me over his shoulder, watches as I slick the plug with lube and bring it to his opening.

  I place my palm against his ass and push, exposing his hole. It tightens when the air hits it. I can’t wait to have my cock inside him, those same muscles tightening around me.

  “Remember to breathe, and relax.” I press the tip of the plug against his hole.

  Dominic sighs, then releases a moan when I slide the silicon length all the way inside. “Shit, that feels good,” he says, when it’s firmly in place.

  “You know what else would feel good?” I push off the bed, grab one of the towels to wipe off my fingers.

  Dominic’s dark eyes roam across my fully-clothed body, a leisurely stroll from the recently satisfied. “I think I do.”

  He pushes to a sitting position, careful not to let the plug slip out, then goes to work removing my pants. With my belt undone, zipper down, Dominic pushes the fabric to the floor. It pools at my feet.

  Grateful I took my shoes off, I step out of my pants, kick them to the side. Now it’s just me, him, and my underwear. His fingers shake when he brings them to the waistband. They continue to shake when he pulls the fabric down, and my cock springs free.