Trained By The Boss: M/M BDSM Straight To Gay First Time Romance

by Charlotte Storm

  “I’m almost there, Aiden.”

  He runs his hand down my chest, wraps his fingers tight around my base, making sure I don’t go off just yet.

  “Fuck!” He curses a few more times, his eyes locking with mine. “Your ass is so tight. It’s so good.”

  “Yeah. It is good,” I admit. The kind of good I could get used to.

  Griffin doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t need to. Our bodies are in charge of the conversation now.

  Gritting his teeth, jaw clenched tight, Griffin’s gentle pace turns brutal. But I can handle it. I want more of it.

  His fist around my cock pumps me hard, his hips slapping into me even harder.

  The rumbling freight train that is my orgasm speeds down the tracks, engine roaring, whistle screaming. It crashes into me, full force. The unstoppable kind.

  With my boss inside me, owning my ass, I cum, the force like a blast from a cannon. The first of my release hits my chin, it’s that intense. The rest tries to follow suit.

  From neck to navel I’m covered in my own release, my ass flooded with the heat from Griffin.

  I don’t know how long I go off, how loud I am, or how much either of us cum. All I know is that he’s right. He filled me in a way that’s going to stick around. Drip slowly out of me. Remind me who this ass belongs to.

  Griffin rests his head against mine, both of us fighting for breath.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God!” Okay, so my vocabulary is severely crippled right now. “That was...I can’t...”

  Griffin shakes his head. “So don’t.”

  His kiss is slow and sensual, a recount of everything we just did, of everything that led us to this moment.

  When he slides out of me, I miss the fullness. Crave his heat. And am grateful for the break.

  Starting at my neck, Griffin kisses his way across the landscape of my body. His eyes lock with mine when he reaches my chest.With slow, deliberate movements, he licks every drop of my spent seed from my skin.

  The way he looks, the way he’s tasting me, makes my cock twinge. Even though I just came, I could go again. For him, again and again and again.

  When he reaches my spent, semi-hard erection, he probes my slit with the tip of his tongue, his hand milking anything still left inside. The sensation borders on painful because I’m too sensitive, but it’s also amazing.

  I want to tell him to stop, scream at him never to stop.

  “Wh-What are you doing?” I somehow manage to ask.

  He doesn’t answer right away. Crawling over the top of me until the full length of his glorious, naked body is pressed against mine, Griffin kisses me, sharing the nectar he just drank.

  “What was that for?” I ask when he pulls away.

  He runs his thumb along his lower lip then licks it, making sure to waste nothing of my release. Then he just stares, takes me in.

  I fidget, not knowing what to do, to say. I’m about to roll off the bed, go to the bathroom and clean up, when he says, “I never want to forget what it tasted like when you lost your virginity to me. Now, we’ll both remember.”

  My muscles seize, my whole body reacting. Desire pools in my gut, an endless well. My hole clenches, pushing some of his spent seed out, wanting more of him inside.

  More of him is exactly what he gives me.

  Chapter 13

  When I wake, Griffin is already gone. His side of the bed cold.

  I don’t know what I expected after the most amazing night of my life, but I know what I wanted. Another tumble, followed by breakfast, and maybe yet another go.

  I get it. He’s a busy man, with a company to run. Still, it stings. Though, not as much as my ass. Maybe it’s for the best he’s giving me time to recuperate.

  Rolling over, I plant my face into his pillow, then do the same to the sheets. Griffin’s scent lingers, like the ghost of his touch I still feel on my skin. I burn both into my memory so I can revisit last night any time.

  After catching a shower, and the tail end of the continental breakfast the hotel offers, I get to work finding an apartment. I’m about an hour in, have contacted at least three potentials, when my phone beeps.

  It’s a text. From Griffin.

  Sir: I’ve made the arrangements. You’re moving into my condo. Rent a truck if you have to. I want you out of the hotel and in the condo by end of day Sunday. Save your receipts.

  His text leaves zero room for argument or negotiation. I rub at the skin underneath the cuff. It’s the first time it’s felt like an actual collar. The first time I’ve chafed under his rule.

  His offer is generous. I appreciate it. I do. It’s more that, since I’m being forced to be on my own, I want to see if I can make it. See what I’m capable of. I can’t do that if I go from one codependent situation to another.

  I text him back.

  Me: Is that an order?

  Sir: Does it need to be?

  Sir: You know how I feel about what happened. Let me take care of this.

  Me: I appreciate it. I do.

  Sir: But?

  Me: But . . .

  I pause, not sure how to word this in a text. Or under any circumstance.

  Me: But I need to start acting like an adult.

  It takes twelve and a half forevers before he texts back.

  Sir: Move in for now. Keep looking for your own place. No reason to settle for something you don’t want, or rush into a situation that isn’t ideal.

  I grin like an idiot, feeling more adult-like by the second. I just had an actual conversation with my boss, asked for what I wanted, and got it. If that isn’t adulting, I don’t know what is.

  Sir: Sunday night still stands. I’ll leave the keys at the front desk. Don’t disappoint me, Mr. Montgomery.

  My cock jumps in my pants. I wasn’t even aware I’d gotten a semi just texting with him.

  Closing my laptop, I shoot a text to a buddy of mine from school. A friend with a truck.

  I don’t have too many things in storage, so it shouldn’t take more than a few trips to get everything. And it’ll save me money. This hotel wasn’t cheap.

  Doesn’t matter my boss told me to save my receipts. I don’t want to spend his money just as much as I don’t want to spend mine. Plus, adulting. I want to keep that up.

  When the phone rings, I answer, thinking it’s my buddy with the truck, Scott.

  “Hey, Aiden. Long time, no speak.”

  Geo’s cool, mellow voice is on the other end. He sounds about three bong hits to the wind.

  “What’s up, Geo?” I ask, trying to keep my tone as even as possible. I still haven’t forgiven him for the shit he pulled at his house. Honestly, I planned on never talking to him again.

  “Say it ain’t so.” He sings the line from the Weezer song as much as says it. “You really moving into Pop’s condo?”

  “What are you talking about?” My first reaction to Geo’s inquiry is to lie. Avoid conflict.

  “Don’t play stupid, Aiden. It doesn’t suit you.”

  I don’t say anything. Consider hanging up.

  “I overheard him talking to the front desk. He gave them your information so they know to expect you. So, you two are, like, a real thing, then? Yeah?”

  “I don’t want to do this with you, Geo. If you wanna talk, call me when you’re sober.”

  I pull the phone away from my ear, ready to push the red button.

  “Wait! Aiden, wait. Truce, okay? Truce.”

  I put the phone back to my ear.

  “I’m calling to apologize for being a dick. I miss having you around. As a friend. So you’re dating my dad. Yeah, it’s fucking weird. But, man, I’ve got to get over that. Right?”

  “Right.” I draw out the word, not sure what Geo’s getting at. It can’t be this easy with him.

  “I know you don’t trust me. That’s fine. I don’t deserve it. Just, give me a chance to earn it back. Make it up to you, you know, that I was a dick. Let me help you move. You cool with that?”
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  More hands would make light work. And I guess with Scott there, Geo’s less likely to act like a world-class douche. Plus, after my night with Griffin, I have to imagine we’re moving our relationship to a new level. Getting along with his son is something I’m going to have to do if we plan to have a future.

  “All right.”

  “Yeah? All right?” He chuckles. “Right on.”

  “I’m still waiting to hear back from a friend. When I know what time, I’ll text you the address to my storage unit. We can meet there.”

  “Cool. I’ll catch you later.”

  “Later.” I disconnect the call and ignore the pit in my stomach that’s probably there from drinking too much coffee.

  Scott texts me back a few hours later, says he can help me on Sunday morning. After letting Geo know the plan, I spend the rest of the day at my storage unit, organizing what I want to take with me to the condo. I manage to get rid of a trash bag worth of stuff, and drop it off at a local thrift store before heading back to the hotel.

  The second I fall into bed, I’m hard. The sheets no longer smell like my boss. But the memory of how he touched me, entered me, kissed, licked, and sucked all over my body, is still fresh. My cock remembers how good everything felt, and wants more.

  With my boss on my mind, my dick in my hand, I cum hard, and drift off to sleep dreaming about what he’ll make me do the next time we’re together.

  The next day is hot, and one of those rare days in San Diego where the air is as thick and muggy as some of the southern states. Of course it is, because what moving day isn’t complete without dehydration and heat stroke. Thank fuck the high rise building—where I’ll temporarily live until I get a place of my own—has a large elevator that’s relatively fast.

  Even with Geo there, it still takes four trips to get everything I need into the condo. For some reason, Scott’s truck seems bigger on the outside than it actually is. He jokes it has something to do with the space-time continuum. I’m not a Dr. Who fan, so I don’t get it.

  On the last run, Geo offers to stay behind. Says he doesn’t mind organizing my boxes, putting stuff away. I don’t want him going through my things. But there’s nothing I have to hide, the biggest secret being I’m dating his dad, which he already knows.

  I agree, partly because I’m exhausted, and I don’t want to have to unpack all by myself. And partly because I need a break from Geo. While it’s true he’s been on his best behavior, there’s still a shitload of stress riding my shoulders and neck muscles, waiting for him to say the wrong thing. Be a dick. Or come on to me again.

  “So, uh, your buddy Geo,” Scott starts after we load the last of my stuff into his short bed truck.

  “What about him?” I ask, braced for...well, I don’t know what.

  “Are you two, like, a thing?” Scott’s hands tighten on the steering wheel, his eyes firm on the road. It’s weird for him to ask. As far as Scott knows, I’m straight.

  “No!” I say a bit too quick. “Why would you say that?”

  He gives me the side-eye. “N-No reason.”

  I snort. “Scott, you don’t ask a question like that for no reason. Besides, I’m not gay.”

  Bile rises to the back of my throat at the lie, my body rejecting the truth I’ve worked and trained to uncover. Still, it’s no one’s business. I’m allowed to lie about it, right?

  “Oh. Right, yeah. I, uh, wasn’t trying to imply anything. Didn’t mean to insult you.”

  What the hell is he talking about? “You didn’t insult me. There’s nothing wrong with being gay.”

  Scott blows out a breath of relief, his features relaxing. I hadn’t even realized he’d been tense. “Yeah. No, you’re right. There isn’t.”

  After a few awkward minutes driving in silence, me trying to figure out what the hell just happened, Scott trying desperately not to look at me, he finally asks, “So, is uh, is Geo single? Seeing anyone?”

  Scott’s face turns as red as his hair, the splotchy embarrassment crawling down his neck into the collar of his shirt.

  I grin, the last few minutes clicking into place.

  “As far as I know, he’s single. Perpetually single,” I emphasize, not wanting Scott to get his hopes up.

  “That’s fine.” He grins back, finally glancing my way. “I’m not looking for anything serious. Just some fun.”

  “Geo definitely is fun.” Scott’s gaze becomes curious. “So I’ve heard.” I shrug it off, pretending like I don’t have firsthand knowledge of just how good a kisser Geo is. Or how much he’s bragged about being good at other things.

  Geo has a dick ring. He’s shown me. I always took that as a sign he doesn’t fuck around in the bedroom. Well, or that he fucks around constantly.

  Scott flicks his blinker, exits the freeway into downtown. “And, uh, you’re cool with me being interested?”

  “I have zero issue with you being gay,” I answer, wondering how many of my other friends have hidden their sexuality.

  “I’m not gay,” Scott amends. “I’m pan. Honestly, if I’m attracted, I’m not picky. Makes life more interesting, you know?”

  I don’t know, but I nod anyway.

  By the time we get back, unload the truck and bring the last few things into the condo, Geo’s made amazing progress. The living room is practically set up, and most of the stuff that goes into the bedroom has been arranged neatly in the closet and the dresser belonging to Griffin. The kitchen isn’t done, but all the boxes labeled for it are lined against the adjacent wall.

  “Wow, Geo,” I say as he grabs one of the bags I’m carrying. “Thank you. This place looks great.”

  “Anything for you, Aiden.” He winks my way, then diverts his attention to Scott, who hasn’t looked at Geo since we walked in. Hasn’t looked at me, either.

  “You need a hand, honey?” Geo says to Scott, all sugar sweetness.

  Scott blushes, shakes his head, and sets down the boxes in his arms.

  Geo glances from Scott to me and back. “Something happen between you two on this last ride?” Geo’s tone is light. He’s trying to be playful. But I’ve known him long enough to read the undercurrent of jealousy.

  “No!” Scott reacts the same way I had in the truck. “No,” he says again, looking more mortified than when Geo called him honey. “It isn’t like that.” Scott points between him and I. “We’re just friends. Aiden’s not gay.”

  Geo cocks a pierced eyebrow in my direction. I shake my head so only he’ll notice, beg him with my eyes not to say anything.

  The shit-eating grin on his face tells me this was a mistake. Trusting Geo. Letting him help me.

  “While Aiden might not be gay, I noticed you didn’t say you weren’t.”

  My eyes widen, my shoulders relax. Geo didn’t out me. And, he’s hitting on Scott.

  “I didn’t.” Scott shoves his hands in his pockets, rocks back on his heels. “So...” He runs his hand through his hair, cuts me a look that begs for a few minutes alone with Geo.

  “I gotta go to the bathroom,” I say, already on the move down the hall.

  When I shut the door, I can hear their voices, but not make out what they say. I take my time in the bathroom, grab a washcloth from the cabinet Griffin so nicely stocked. I run it under cold water, sigh when I press it against my asshole, still sore from losing my virginity.

  The final time Griffin took me last night, it wasn’t gentle. I’d wanted him to go hard. He hadn’t disappointed. I’m paying for it now, but it’s worth every ache.

  When I come out of the bathroom, Geo is standing close to Scott. I think they might be kissing, but when he pulls away, I realize he’s just whispered something in Scott’s ear. Or shit, I don’t know. Maybe they were kissing. None of my business.

  Scott clears his throat when I come back into the living room, which is larger than my hotel room was. The condo is nice. Not ostentatious and obscene considering it’s just for overnights and entertaining guests. But it’s comfortable. Roomy. And
I’m sure it’s worth a few million dollars.

  At least, that’s what another condo just sold for in this building a month ago. Thank you, Zillow.

  “If we’re done, I guess I’ll get going?” Scott says as more of a question for Geo than a statement for me.

  Geo puts his hand on Scott’s chest. He’s nicely built, where Geo is more lanky. The tips of Scott’s ears redden, but he doesn’t step away.

  “You have my number,” Geo says, leaning in close like he’s going to kiss him. “Use it.”

  Geo lingers for a few moments, and I wonder if it’s to see if Scott will make a move. Or if Geo’s trying to make me jealous. Neither happen.

  “I plan to.” Scott pulls away from Geo, gives me a smile, and heads for the door.

  “Thanks,” I call after him. “I owe you.”

  “Nah,” Scott scoffs, eye-fucking Geo one last time. “I think we’re even.”

  When the door closes, Geo rounds on me, eyes narrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me you have such a hunk of a friend?”

  I cross my arms, my defenses already on high alert. I don’t like being alone with Geo.

  “I didn’t think about it, and I thought you had zero trouble finding men. According to you.”

  “I don’t have trouble,” Geo assures me. “And I’m not mad.” He approaches, uncrosses my arms. “So knock it off.”

  I shake out my hands, let out a sigh. “Sorry. It’s just...after everything...” I point from him to me. “I didn’t know Scott was pan. So I wouldn’t have known to tell you about him.”

  “It’s not a big deal. I was just teasing. Listen, in a few weeks, my dad’s company is hosting a fundraiser for the surveillance project I told you about. Me and the guys working on it will be offering a demonstration as part of the fundraiser.”

  “Uh, cool,” I say, not sure why he’s telling me this.

  “I want you to come. Not as my father’s personal assistant.” He eyes the cuff around my wrist. “But as my guest. I swear I wouldn’t have graduated without your help and encouragement. In a really round-a-bout way, this is your success, too. What do you say we put the past behind us? Go back to being friends? I miss us as friends.”