The New Hire: A Grumpy Boss MM Romance

by Allie Scott

  Chapter 4

  Aiden

  When the cab pulls up to the club, my mouth drops open a little bit at the amount of people waiting to get inside. With a line that long, there is no way we were going to make it in even if Taylor had connections.

  Undeterred, Taylor pulls me from the cab as she marches right up to the bouncer. She's wearing a short baby blue dress and sky-high heels, both of which flatter her figure greatly. Several men waiting in line stare at her openly with lust as I shake my head at their foolishness. None of them stand a chance.

  I stand off to the side as I watch her flirt with the bouncer. She does her signature hair flip, then she reaches out to pat his arm. He's a wall of stone as he looks at her. When she stops to pull out her phone, his eyes cut over to mine. It's only then that I see any type of reaction. His eyes rake over me as if he's undressing me piece by piece. It makes me shiver from how powerful it is.

  “You wanna come?” His words feel like they have a double meaning, but I nod yes anyway. Honestly, I would like to have both, but I have a feeling he's talking about the door only right now.

  Taylor's eyes whip up when he speaks, looking between the two of us. A slow grin spreads across her face. “I see you've met my best friend Aiden. He just got a new job and we're here tonight to celebrate.” She leans over to whisper like it's their own little secret even though I can hear. “And maybe even get him laid.” She raises an eyebrow as she leans back to a standing position.

  The bouncer moves the rope away, letting Taylor walk through with me close behind her. As I go to pass him, he places a hand gently on my back, leaning over to whisper to me. “Come find me if you need help with that last part. I'd be more than happy to help you celebrate.”

  My mouth is suddenly too dry to speak. I only nod at him as I scurry in behind Taylor. Once inside, I'm again amazed by how great the place looks. The room is covered in all black with these brightly colored strobe lights flashing everywhere. The bar is huge, bigger than any I've ever seen. With the amount of people I see waiting outside, I can see why they are paired.

  “Dance or drinks first?”

  I glance over to Taylor, giving her a look that screams she should already know the answer. “OK, I get it. We’ll dance first.”

  She knows that while I love a good drink, one of the main reasons I agree to these outings with her is the dancing. It brings me such a high, yet it also calms me. When the music flows through my body, the rhythm reaching deep down inside of me, I feel free.

  We get to the dance floor, pushing our way through the throng of bodies. When we finally find a gap to reach, I waste no time starting a rhythm with my hips as I let my body move. Soon I'm lost in my own world, my eyes closed as I just let myself feel everything.

  After a while Taylor comes over, leaning close to tell me that she found the guy she's interested in. I laugh, nodding to let her know it's OK to go off if she's found a hookup partner. I know that tonight was more about me and my celebration, but I'm not one to stop anyone from getting some good dick.

  I go right back into the dance I was in, my body not missing a beat of the music. It's not long before I'm interrupted again, this time with a hand on my hip. A husky voice fills my ear, the sound bringing my cock to half mass right away. “May I have this dance?” I let myself give a small smile as I nod my head.

  My dance partner stays behind me, just out of my sight. Together our bodies move as if they've done this before, his hips pressed against me as he leads us. Over the years I've been to a number of bars and clubs, each time finding myself somewhat disappointed in dance partners. This guy though. He knows exactly what to do and how to move to make my body sing. We're fully clothed and I'm on the edge of an orgasm already.

  When the slow tempo song we've been dancing to ends, that same voice leans over to whisper to me, “Care for a drink?” Again, I nod, unable to resist the lure.

  I feel his fingers wrap around mine, his hand gripping me tightly as he weaves through the crowd. Most of them jump out of his way, the look on his face must be one that screams he's on a mission. When we get to the bar, we saddle right up to it. It's only then that I get a good look of the mystery man's features.

  I almost reach down to ease the ache of my throbbing cock as I stare into the face of the most handsome man I've ever seen in real life. He has short cropped hair on the sides, with it slightly longer on top. His beard is short and well maintained. He's in a suit, looking like he just came in from work.

  Suits are a weakness of mine and the only thing better than a suit is a custom-made suit. From the way his hugs him, I'd guess he is of the latter.

  “What will it be?” The bartender startles me from my perusing of the man. When I get up to his face, I see amusement there.

  “What would you like?”

  I'm suddenly weary. Since I don't drink so much, I can be a bit of a lightweight. Tonight though, I don't want anything preventing me from enjoying this man's company.

  Seeing my indecision, he leans over to whisper. "It's OK if you just get water. I will not be any less impressed by you if you decide to be sober.”

  I look at him shocked for a moment before nodding my head. “Is that what you want?” Again, I nod. I haven't spoken a single word out loud to this man yet, my brain too muddled from the overload of sensation.

  “He'll have water. I'd like two fingers of your best whiskey.” The bartender knocks at the top of the wood counter before walking away to make our drinks.

  “My name is Miguel. What's yours?”

  “My name is Aiden. Pleasure to meet you.” I stick my hand out to shake his even though it seems formal given where we are. Some habits never die.

  When grabs my hand, shaking it as he pulls me closer to him. “Do you have a boyfriend, Aiden?” I shake my head now. “I'm guessing the girl you came with is more the best friend or sister type?” Surprised that he saw me with Taylor earlier, I just nod to him.

  The bartender comes over with our drinks before he can ask any more questions, sitting them in front of us. When leans forward to pay him. The other guy waves it away, pointing towards the VIP section. “Mr Rojas said he's covering your drinks tonight.”

  Something inside me goes white hot at the idea of another man paying for his drinks. Before I can think better of it, my mouth blurts out,”Is your boyfriend OK with you being down here with me?”

  His smile is slow and sexy, stoking the fire building inside me. “I see that a touch of jealousy can get you to speak more. You don't have to worry though. Manuel Rojas is the owner of this place and my best friend invested in it. It's why we're here tonight - for me to be able to check it out and give him my perspective on his venture. Rojas is more interested in my friend. Even if he wasn't, I've got my eye on a different man.”

  Chapter 5

  Aiden

  “Oh, yeah. Who might that be?” My voice is breathy as I speak to him. I can’t hide the desire in my eyes, in the way I look back and forth between his eyes and his lips.

  Instead of answering me, he places his drink back on the bar, then turns his body to mine. I have a split second to react before his mouth covers mine. The taste of him explodes in my mouth, a splash of his drink mixed with a flavor that must be him.

  Our mouths duel, both of us trying to take more from the other. When I begin to pull back to see what he’ll do, he takes the lead, his mouth consuming mine. I never want to pull back, but eventually I need air.

  We’re both breathing heavy when we separate, the space between us charged. “I need you. Let me take you home.” My mind can’t focus on anything but him and the desire pulsing through my dick. I nod to him, moving my hand into his to let him know I’m all in.

  Pulling out his phone, he shouts into the device as he weaves us back through the crowd. I see Taylor across the room, her eyes catching mine. The chaos we seem to be creating on the dance floor is enough that she would have seen me anyway.

  She gives me a look to ask if I’m ok. I nod q
uickly to her. She motions for me to call if I need her to bail me out. I pull out my phone, showing her I got the unspoken message loud and clear.

  Before I know it, I’m tossed in the back of a town car. Miguel climbs in quickly behind me, the door shutting as he barrels over me.

  “Need more.” It’s the only words he gets out before his mouth is reattached to mine, the kiss so much more than the one in the club. I didn’t think it was possible for him to take more of me, to be more intense than he was before.

  I was wrong.

  Miguel is clearly a man of power. It’s obvious from the clothing he wears and in the way he holds himself. He is used to getting his way, and since my plan and his are the same, he’ll continue to get his way tonight.

  Pulling back again, Miguel scoots into the seat more, taking a seating position. “Up.” His single word phrases shouldn’t turn me on as much as they do, but I’m finding that nothing about Miguel is by the book. It’s like I’ve entered into an entirely different world where I feel everything more intensely than ever.

  I climb onto his lap, my body fitting flush with his in this position. He cups my ass, pulling me forward until our bodies are lined up perfectly, both of our aching cocks rubbing together through our clothing.

  My head falls back, a moan pouring from my lips. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back slightly before tugging me forward again. The friction it puts on my cock is so strong, so heady, I begin to shake with the pressure building inside of me.

  “Look at you. So fucking eager to come, aren’t you? God, how’d I get so lucky to find you in a room of hundreds?” I don’t answer the question, unsure that any answer will please him. I focus instead on the way his body makes me feel.

  Miguel’s body begins to tighten right as I’m on the cusp of my own orgasm. “Together?” His eyes are wild, madness filling him as he fights to hold back for me. My hands go to the sides of his face, nodding before I dive forward for a kiss.

  Our bodies both shudder as our orgasms rock us, the sensation sending me and Miguel both into bliss. When we come down, I lay my head on his shoulder, too strung out to care that the two of us just got off like horny teenagers in the back of a town car.

  “This is me.” He taps my legs, urging me to raise up. “I need to get you upstairs. There is so much more I want to do to you. I need more space and privacy than this car though.”

  Climbing from his lap, I give myself a moment to gather my balance. Miguel exits first, his emotions a mask hiding the activities we were just doing. He reaches in for my hand to help me out. I grab it tightly, afraid that if I don’t this will all end and I’ll wake from the dream.

  The building he lives in is massive, the skyscraper apartments taking up an entire city block. Looking up, I imagine where he could possibly live and how high we’ll have to climb. Entering the elevator, I watch him closely as he presses a button on the panel. A screen moves, showing a scanner. Miguel places his hand over it, the pad reading his palm quickly. The word ‘penthouse’ flashes across it before it is hidden again and the elevator begins to climb.

  The ride is quick, the elevator not stopping on any other level before we reach his floor. The door swings open to a small hallway. There’s one door with nothing else around. No other doors are in the hall. No plants sit near the entry. It’s all very super spy kind of stuff. I almost laugh, but the look he shoots me as he unlocks the door reignites the fire from before.

  Pushing the door open, he ushers us both inside before shutting the door behind me. I don’t get a chance to look at anything before I’m tossed over Miguel’s shoulder and rushed through the house. From my position, I make out a few pieces of rather expensive furniture before I’m tossed down onto the bed.

  He leans over me, his eyes searching mine. For what, I’m not sure. I remain still, letting him look his fill, hoping he doesn’t stop things. “I’m not going to make assumptions here, but from what you’ve shown so far, I’m going to guess you like your partner to lead.”

  “Yes, that’s correct.” I pause, wondering what direction he’s going.

  “You’re good with me taking the lead?” I nod, biting my lip to let him finish whatever he’s saying. “I believe in consent, and I’d hate to be on the edge of shoving my cock in that tight little ass when you realize this isn’t something you want.”

  “No, I want it. I really, really want it.” My eyes go wide, my goal to attempt to let him see how serious I am.

  “Good. Strip.”

  We’re back to the one word answers. I don’t question anything though. My body begins to move before his words even register in my brain. Clothes go flying quickly from me as I watch Miguel begin to undress slowly.

  Completely naked, I lay on the bed watching as he teases me with his slow movements. He’s in no rush clearly, his contentment in just watching me lie here clear across his face.

  His shirt slips off to the floor and I'm granted sight to his large, powerful body. My mouth is literally drooling, my hands reaching up to wipe it away as I trace my eyes over his chest and abdomen. A dusting of salt and pepper hair covers him, the trail moving down to his pants.

  The clink of a belt hitting the ground makes my eyes travel further down. He stands at the edge of the before me completely bare, his cock aimed directly at me. His hand reaches down to stroke it and I nearly come from just that sight alone. He’s so potent, so handsome that I can’t help but be trapped in a trance as I watch him.

  “Care for a taste?”

  Chapter 6

  Miguel

  His eyes dilate further, the look of pure lust making my cock leak. The bead of pre-cum glistens as Aiden licks his lips. Rising up completely, he nods to answer my question from a moment ago. I step over the pile of clothes to get to the edge of the bed.

  Surprising me, he shifts from the bed to get on his knees. I pause, looking into his eyes to see if this is something he wants or if he’s only doing it for me. While I love the idea of him there, I don’t want him to be uncomfortable.

  Aiden’s hands trail up the outside of my thighs, his grip sure. His eyes connect to mine as his tongue peaks out to take the first swipe at my cock. My eyes roll back as he wraps his lips around the head, his mouth sucking gently.

  “Yes, Aiden. Just like that. You feel so good.” I keep my hands at my side even though I want to run my fingers through his short hair. My body itches to tug on it, to pull him back and forth over my cock.

  He shocks me when his mouth moves all the way down, his lips touching my pelvis. Holy shit! He took it all. I’m moaning and my hips jerk involuntarily at how good he’s making me feel. My body is strung tight with control as I let him continue.

  Pulling back slowly, he drags his tongue down the base of my cock, teasing the sensitive underside before popping me out of his mouth. “Why won’t you touch me?” His voice is soft and unsure. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No!” I speak quickly. “I don’t want to hurt you by forcing you to do anything. I was letting you set the pace.”

  Grabbing my hand, he places it on his head. “This is to please you. I want you to feel good. Let me make you feel good.”

  His sincerity is almost too much. Nodding, I watch as his mouth moves over me again, the feeling hot and wet and full of pleasure. I pull his hair without much force to see how he reacts. When he moans and closes his eyes, I tug a bit harder. I watch as one hand moves down to his own cock, the sight of him needing relief for himself making my own pleasure skyrocket.

  “That’s it, baby. Suck that big, fat cock. Let me see you take it all.” I set a pace that’s brutal, but Aiden keeps up. He's fucking enthusiastic about it, too. Soon, I’m on the edge of coming, but my words are lost. I try to pull back, but Aiden’s hand grabs my ass, holding me in place.

  The orgasm rips from me. I fill his mouth, watching as he struggles to take it all down. It begins to drip from the side of his mouth. It’s a fucking beautiful sight. Pulling back, I use my fingers to swipe across his fac
e before shoving them in his mouth. He sucks my fingers with excitement, his desire to please me almost too much to take.

  “You ready for me to take care of you?” He blushes, the sight endearing me to him even more. He shakes his head, looking down. I follow his eyesight, noticing the spot on the floor where he must have come as well. Joy slams through me knowing that pleasing me brought him to orgasm as well.

  “Let’s get to bed, then. We’ll rest a bit and then we can explore each other more later.”

  Aiden climbs into bed, his eyes closing as soon as his head hits the pillow. Seeing him there in my space only further cements my desire to keep him as my own.

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  I wake in the middle of the night to a firm hand wrapped around my cock. Aiden is stroking me so good that I don’t want to open my eyes just yet.

  “I know you’re awake. You promised me more.” His voice is desperate, the desire he feels vibrating between us.

  Quickly, I flip us over, putting him beneath me. His hands move to my biceps, surprise filling his features at the sudden movement. Both of us are still naked, and since we’re both hard and aching, I can feel his cock graze mine. The feeling nearly undoes me.

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He nods shyly. “You woke me from a dead sleep just to have my cock press deep inside you? You needed to feel me spread you wide as I bring you pleasure?”

  He whimpers, his body trembling with my words. I lean over, reaching into my nightstand. I always keep condoms and lube there, though it’s been quite some time since I’ve needed the latter of the two.

  “Show me where you want me. I want to see you spread wide for me.”

  I move down, giving him room to fill my demand. Sheathing myself, I watch the magic that is my shy boy giving himself to me so freely. Aiden hooks both of his arms under his legs, lifting them back as he reveals himself to me.