He lets out a grunt. “I’m a lot of things, Gavin, but I’m not a Boy Scout. I never pretended to be either.”
I make one last attempt to pull my hands free, but it’s clearly no use. Not only because his necktie is so tight, but also because my body is filled with so much need that even if I could break free, I wouldn’t.
“Then how are we going to resolve this?” I say.
Cole reaches around to the front of my pants, forcing me to arch my head back towards him. His large, strong hands make their way into my underwear. “I’m going to throw my dick into that tight ass of yours, that’s how.”
“And what if I don't want you fuck me?”
He pulls my pants down to my ankles, my hard, bare cock now in the palm of his hands.
And his mercy.
”Doesn’t look like that's going to be an issue. It's time you start following my orders instead of being a little brat."
I push my hips forward, driving my cock into his hand. “You’re not my father, Cole. Do you think you can just keep me in line just like you do all of the other people in your life?”
Cole squeezes my shaft just enough to cause a dribble of pre-come to ooze out of me. I hear the sound of his pants coming undone, and before I can say another word, his thick cock is nestled between my ass cheeks.
“Holy fuck, I’ve never felt anything so hard,” I accidentally mutter, forgetting that I should be protesting right now.
“Bad little brats like you have a way of testing my nerves, and my cock,” he says, his palms now on my bare ass, spreading my cheeks open for him.
I bite down hard on my lip. I’ve never wanted another man inside of me this badly. Funny, because the man I want to get fucked by right now happens to be the same man who I thought was straight his whole life, not that I knew much about him until this summer.
He’s also the same man who just so happens to be the father of the only true friend I have in this world.
I shake the worrying out of my head, knowing it’s no use…
I get it, none of this shit should be happening right now. But I’m done fooling myself… I’m also not about to stop shit from happening anymore.
I need him inside of me, so much so that I think I might go insane if I don’t get what I need.
I can feel him lower his body down as he rakes his fingers down the backs of my legs. I let out another moan as his warm tongue slides between my ass cheeks, circling my rim as he buries his mouth in my ass.
Lightheaded and somewhat delirious from the pleasure that’s taking over my body, I stumble forward just enough to accidentally knock one of the pictures off the wall. He stabilizes my body by grabbing onto the necktie that’s binding my wrists. “You taste even better than I imagined you would. So young and fresh, I could eat you all day,” he says, circling my hole with his tongue, and occasionally dipping it inside.
I seriously can’t believe this is happening.
I reach my fingers as far back as I can and then grab the sides of his face as he continues to eat my asshole. ”You know this is so wrong," I say.
I can feel his tongue leave my ass. Then I hear him stand up, his palms grabbing both sides of my bare butt. ”No, the fact that I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone else before is what’s so wrong.”
“Untie me, and I promise I’ll be good.”
He chuckles, and then tightens the necktie even more. “You can’t be trusted. You need a man like me to teach you real etiquette, someone to make sure you act like a good boy,” he says, positioning the warm tip of his cock into my still-wet hole.
My pulse is racing. I know what the right thing to do is, but like I said… that ain’t happening. Funny, maybe he’s right, maybe I do need somebody to keep me in line.
Only it shouldn’t be the one man who can single-handedly destroy my life.
”I don’t need shit from you, Cole," I say, only my voice is weak and not very convincing.
He presses his dick into my opening enough so that my muscles relax for him. The head of his cock slides inside of me, forcing a muffled scream out of my mouth. “Are you sure?” he says, his tongue now teasing my ear lobe.
I find myself reaching for his hips, my fingers desperate to pull him towards me even more. “I think so,” I bumble.
Cole drives his hard shaft deep inside of my ass. I mutter a bunch of four-letter words as I bite down hard on my lip. “You have no idea how much you need me,” he whispers in my ear, his hands reaching around and grabbing my chest muscles as he starts to fuck me against the wall.
I grit down on my teeth and bounce my ass back and forth in the same rhythm that he’s fucking me. Cole kisses my neck and nibbles on my shoulder, my heartbeat speeding up even more.
This is so goddamn wrong…
And yet nothing has ever felt more right.
”I’m going to fuck the brattyness right out of you,” he says.
I arch my head back and reach my tongue out for him. He grabs the side of my face and pulls my lips towards his mouth. We kiss, and my body has never felt this warm inside. Giving myself over to him completely, I pull away from his mouth and say, “Teach me, Daddy.”
The moment the word daddy leaves my lips, Cole’s eyes widen. I swear to god his cock expands even more as he starts to pound me into the wall. And something about our sex is somehow so rough, yet so intimate and sensitive too.
I’ve never been with anyone like this before.
Never had a man touch me like this.
Never been fucked like this.
But part of me has to wonder, has he done this before? Is this how he has sex with everyone else?
He buries his cock in even further, so far that I swear his dick is going to come out through the front of my body. His balls slap against the back of my ass as he presses my bound wrists into my lower back with his stomach.
I can hardly breathe, the ecstasy too much for my heart and lungs to keep up with. As he pounds me even faster, I can feel him fiddling with the necktie around my wrists. Before I know it, my hands are free and the necktie is off.
Finally, I’m free to reach back even further and pull him into me even deeper. He groans loud enough for someone on the floor below us to hear. “Where do you want my come, sweet boy?” he says.
“Inside… Inside of me," I manage to say.
Instantly, I can feel his hot come fill my body up to completion. When he’s done, he drapes his tall, muscular body over my back and shoulders.
I’ve never felt this warm inside, or this safe.
I feel like a pussy even saying that, but the real truth is even scarier…
Being around Cole makes me feel something I’ve clearly been missing out on.
Not that I’m actually with Cole.
My cock is so damn hard it’s about to explode. As if he can read my mind, he pushes my shoulder down and lowers me to the floor. The gray carpeting is hard and scratchy, but it’s perfect for the occasion.
“I want to make you come now, Gavin,” he says as he looks deeply into my eyes.
I nod and say, “Please, Daddy. I have so much come ready for you.”
He moistens his finger with his warm, wet mouth. “You’re mine now,” he says as he starts to finger my ass with one hand and jerk my cock off with the other.
I lean back and brace myself by clawing my fingernails into the carpet behind me. Cole jerks me and fingers me, his dark eyes staring into mine. “Kiss me now,” I whisper. He leans in and does what I ask him to. Our kiss is strangely sweet and beautiful, the energy between us magnetic and harmonious which makes no sense at all.
My body starts to buckle as come starts to shoot out of my dick. He jerks me off until every last drop pours out of me, the pitter-patter of my heart wild and fast as I stare down at the come on his hand and forearm.
Then something really messed up happens, as if somehow this whole situation with Cole could get any stranger.
He looks at me, his eyes dead serious, a
nd then he pulls me into his body. I don’t know how to react at first as he wraps his arms around me tightly. And I swear to fucking god my heart almost melts in my chest.
We hold each other for no more than a minute, but it feels like ten years.
“What do we do next?" I say.
He studies my face carefully. Our hands are still clasped. ”Honestly, I have no idea.”
I let out a semi-insane chuckle. “Well, that's not exactly a great sign coming from a man who knows how to run a multimillion dollar company," I say. I stand up and start to get myself dressed. “If you don’t have an answer, we’re even more fucked than I thought.”
He walks towards me and tilts my chin up with two of his fingers. The hairs on the back of my neck shoot up towards the ceiling. “First of all, I run a multibillion dollar company, not million,” he says with a grin. “And second of all, I don’t know everything. And I never meant to give the impression that I did.”
“You never said you knew everything, I just kind of assumed you'd have an answer to what’s happening between us."
He shakes his head, his gaze strained in a way I’ve yet to see with him. “Look, obviously we shouldn’t be doing this stuff. We shouldn’t be hooking up like this. But we did, and I don’t think either one of us felt like we had a choice in the matter.”
“You’re not helping the situation right now,” I say.
He folds his necktie and places it in his front pocket. “Relax, Gavin,” he says confidently. But as I watch him put his shoes back on, that worried look still lingers on his face.
“No problem, I’ll just relax,” I say, my mind spinning a thousand miles a second.
Cole suddenly pulls me towards him and presses his warm lips into mine. I moan as I wrap my arms around his wide shoulders. I don’t want to let him go. He pulls back, and we both let out a deep breath in total unison. Cole winks and says, “Come on, let’s finish the tour.”
A deep, deep part of me knows that this really isn’t going to end well. But as the warm, soothing sun comes pouring through a large window in his building, heating the side of my body as Cole walks down the hall, I have to think…
Maybe I can at least just enjoy this moment. What harm could that do?
Cole
I’m not saying I’m old, because I’m only 37. But I’m old enough to say with confidence that I’ve seen some shit in my life, and that surprises are harder and harder to come by these days.
But nothing could be more surprising than this last week with Gavin. At the time, I was more than sure that I was making the wrong choice when I brought him to my office last Saturday.
Then shit just happened, bit by bit.
At first I couldn’t take the way he kept selling himself so short. I had to make him see how incredible he is. He clearly never had anyone to really believe in him, to let him know he’s beyond fucking special.
But that’s where the good deed should’ve come to an end, and I shouldn’t have let myself lose control like that.
But I did. And it was the best sex I’ve ever had.
And every time we’ve been intimate since then, somehow better and better.
The only problem is that I know the two of us are like a bomb that’s long overdue for detonation.
I step out of my shower and get dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Going into work on a Sunday isn’t unusual for me. I can get more done in three hours on a Sunday then most people get done all week.
I bring my towel and some dirty clothes down to the laundry room. I can hear loud music and heavy weights clanking in the background. Followed by grunts.
I poke my face in the doorway of my home gym. “Since when did you get so strong?” I say to my son who must be pressing at least three hundred pounds on the bench.
Jayson sets the bar back down on the rack. He looks me up and down as though I’ve done something wrong.
And of course, I have. I’ve been fucking Gavin Delane. But he certainly can’t know that. “A lot of things have happened to me that you haven’t noticed, dad,” he says, averting eye contact with me completely.
At first, I’m speechless. I know he was hurt that I brought Gavin to my office, but that’s not something he’s ever shown any interest in whatsoever.
I walk over and grab a sixty pound dumbbell and start curling it. “You don’t exactly go out of your way to talk to me either. Don’t put this all on me. I’ve been trying my best to connect with you for the last twenty-one years,” I say.
He raises both of his brows. “Your idea of trying to connect with me is working seventy hours a week during my entire childhood?” he says.
I can feel my body tighten, knowing this is already heading in the wrong direction but feeling helpless to stop it. My eyes get hard as I look around the weight room and say, “How do you think we pay for this stuff? How do you think you’ve been getting through college? Do you think this stuff just happens by me sitting around and baking cookies and watching TV with you all day?”
He shakes his head and reaches for his earbuds that are tucked deeply in his pocket. “No, dad, I don’t. I realize that baking cookies is not going to put me through college. But asking me how I’m doing every now and then probably won’t interfere with your bottom line, will it?”
I walk towards him and fold my arms in front of my chest. “My bottom line? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Come on, man, give me a break. You're one of the richest men in Boston. It’s pretty obvious what your priority has been for the last twenty years.”
“Okay, so that makes you one of the richest twenty-one year olds in Boston too, Jayson. That’s not the worst life ever, is it?”
He puts one of the earbuds in his ear, his entire demeanor now eerily calm. “I never asked for that. I just wanted a father who wanted to know how I was doing every now and then. That’s worth at least a few billion in my book.”
He grabs the remote and powers off the music in the gym’s audio system. Then he puts the last earbud in his ear, tuning me out as he lays back down on the bench. There are so many things I could say, probably so many things I should say too…
But instead, I walk away and do what I have to do… head to work, feeling extremely frustrated.
I can’t understand what he wants, and feel like no matter how much I’ve tried to connect with him, it doesn’t work.
I get to my building and see Gavin, smiling and sexy and ready to spend more time with me. Despite shit with Jayson, it still feels amazing to see him. “How long have you been standing here?” I say.
“I got here like a half hour ago, just like you said.”
I look around to make sure nobody’s watching and then grab Gavin’s ass. “Come on, we have work to do,” I say, leading him into my building.
“That’s what you said last time, and look what happened.”
We walk into the elevator and wait for the doors to close. We start to kiss, our hands grabbing onto parts of each other’s bodies as though we didn’t just fuck last night, in my bedroom.
I pin him up against the elevator wall. I reach my hand into his pants and grab onto his dick, already full and hard for me. “Jesus, do you ever run out of come?” I say.
He presses his lips together and squints just a little. His blue eyes get to me every time, drawing me towards him and shattering my will power into pieces. He starts to unbutton my shirt and then grabs onto my chest. “Not around you I don’t.”
We kiss and fondle each other as the elevator rides towards the top floor. As we get even closer, we move apart and make ourselves look presentable. Nobody’s ever in the office on a Sunday, apart from the occasional cleaner or maintenance guy, but I can’t take any chances.
The elevator opens and we walk down the long, quiet hallway that leads to my office. As we walk into my office, I look at the door and nod. ”Can you shut that?”
He grins and then shuts the door. “Lock it too, please,” I add. I turn away and head to
wards my desk as Gavin tends to the door.
He comes over and sits down on my desk, right in front of me with his legs spread open. As I try to focus on my computer screen, he runs his hands down my arm. “Did you read through all of the prospective client portfolios that I sent you?” I say, my eyes pointed at the screen as I try to stay focused.
“Every single one of them. People make their money in the strangest ways,” he says.
“They do. And as long as it’s legal, we don’t care. Our job is to take that money and make it grow, simple. But first we have to win them over, gain their trust like we talked about. And those clients in particular that I had you look at, they’re a bit stubborn with their trust.”
He walks behind me and starts to rub my shoulders. “You know that’s not fair,” I say.
“Sorry, Daddy, but you’re the one who’s been teaching me that life isn’t always fair,” he says, his fingers finding his way inside my dress shirt. “Not that I didn’t already know that.”
I chuckle and press his hand into my chest. “Fine, keep touching me. See what happens. But don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I say.
I scroll through my emails in an effort to get organized for a busy week ahead.
“Did you ever think that some clients don't want the consummate business exec taking charge of their lives?” he says out of nowhere.
I spin around in my desk chair and look at him. “What’s your point?” I say.
He straddles my hips with his legs and grabs onto my chest muscles. “I’m saying, Daddy, that maybe you need to alter your approach with some clients. Maybe it’s not a one-size-fits-all.”
I reach around his back and pull him into me tightly. “You have my attention,” I say.
“Maybe some clients just need a real simple approach, just someone to listen to them, make them feel heard,” he says.
I lean back and think about what he’s telling me. “You sound like my son right now.”
He takes a deep breath, his eyes suddenly heavy. “I thought we agreed not to talk about Jayson while we’re together?”
I pucker my lips. “You’re making way too much sense on a Sunday morning. Look who’s teaching who now.”
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