Ridley Uncovered

by Peyton Miller

  “No, she really doesn’t. So, do you think you could manage to eat lunch with me?”

  Fear filled me. “Lunch?” So far, I’d had tea with Damon which had been interrupted by someone from my dad’s church, and I tried to get a drink with him, which had been interrupted by my dad. If I ate lunch with him, I had no clue what would go wrong.

  “Yeah, you know, that meal between Breakfast and Dinner that isn’t brunch or an afternoon snack.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

  “It’s only lunch.”

  “Oh, there you are,” Bethanne came running up, her lips pinched together tightly.

  “Good morning Bethanne, how are you doing?” Damon asked.

  Bethanne shook her head and then held out a piece of paper. “Johnathan Barkley wants to do lunch today. He says to meet him at noon.”

  I didn’t say anything but I was relieved I didn’t have to come up with some excuse not to eat lunch. I wanted to spend more time with Damon, but I wasn’t sure how we would get to that since I couldn’t eat out, and lunch at work was too risky.

  I didn’t see Damon until it was closing time. He was talking to Bethanne. He didn’t look happy. He actually looked very unhappy. His brows were knitted tight and his lips were down in a frown.

  Dad had a meeting at church and I was on my own for the evening. I wanted to call Damon, but I settled on cleaning my room. Every few days I picked up, but once a month I deep cleaned. Dad had said he would, but I didn’t like the idea of him going through my things. Not that I was hiding anything, not really, but what if I did have something hidden one day?

  I was asleep before dad came home. Of course, the next morning he was up, chipper as always. He asked for one hundred and seventy pounds. I gave it to him.

  Damon ignored me the next day, but I saw him the day after. We were all called in for a meeting. I didn’t feel like joking this time. I was too tired. Damon tried to get a rise out of me, but I didn’t take the bait.

  I started day dreaming about what I would do if I could be open. What if Damon and I were dating? Would I be able to walk up to him and kiss him after this meeting? Who would be shocked? Mary would probably flip out. I chuckled, forgetting where I was.

  “What was that? Mr. Chandler?” Damon asked.

  Oh God, had I laughed out loud? Everyone was looking at me and I had no idea what they’d been talking about. I couldn’t even BS my way out of this. Nothing came to mind. There weren’t any smart things to say I could think of.

  I shook my head. “Nothing, go on.”

  Damon’s eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. “As I was saying, we’re looking to increase the productivity of the area. I’d like to get your ideas, if you have any.”

  I’d really put my foot in it. Damon had been asking for input and I’d been goofing off, thinking about kissing him. This couldn’t end well. He was responsible, the head of a department and I was just some lowly peon who didn’t even own a real suit.

  No one said anything. We’d been conditioned by Daniel to never talk. It hadn’t been a good environment to work in. Damon was trying, but this was a tough crew.

  “Okay, then, if you’d shoot me an email if you have any ideas. Also, if you’d like to have another meeting, Bethanne could schedule it for us. I really want this department to be successful. Thank you for all your hard work.”

  The meeting was over and I hopped up, racing back to my desk. I had a ream of data to enter and couldn’t sit around flirting with Damon.

  I was almost done with the task when Damon stopped by. ‘I’m surprised you had no input at the meeting.”

  I shrugged, wishing I had more tasks to take up my time. As it was, I’d been a little too efficient this week and stayed caught up on filing.

  “Maybe we could try stopping by for that beer this evening?”

  Bethanne came up behind Damon so I said nothing. “Damon, you have a meeting you need to head to.”

  “Are you sure?” Damon pulled out his phone and looked at the screen.

  “Yes, last minute and all,” she said.

  Damon’s lips thinned. With Bethanne standing right next to them, he prayed Damon didn’t say anything about them going out for a beer. Damon must have seen something in his eyes because he only shook his head before walking away.”

  I knew we weren’t meant to be, and this was just confirmation of what I’d thought.

  I was lost in thought, trying to not die as I filed away people’s financial lives, when Damon came into the filing room, carrying a stack of papers.

  “What the hell is this, Ridley?” Damon yelled loudly and waved his arms. “Aleberry is filed in the T’s. Do you have any idea how long I spent looking for this file today? Do I need to teach you how to file or should I go all the way back to the beginning, with A, B, Cs?”

  I didn’t know what to say. “Um, I….”

  “Um? Um?” Damon shouted, “Honestly, Ridley! You’re such a pain in my ass sometimes.”

  Shocked didn’t even come close to how I felt. I knew how to file. Hell, I didn’t have any issue with my letters, but here Damon was accusing me of being an idiot. My heart beat quickened and I was about to let him have it.

  Chapter Eight

  Damon slammed the door to the filing room shut and bolted it behind him. He threw the papers to the floor and came closer, his eyes half hooded, lips curved up in a sexy smile.

  “Sorry about that,” Damon said. “That was for their benefit. You did say that you wanted us to be a secret, didn’t you?”

  “Us?” My heart twisted. Was there any hope?

  “Please don’t say that there is no us.” Damon reached out and played with my tie. “Even if you are thinking it. I couldn’t take it today. I need to think there’s hope.”

  I sucked in a breath as pain filled me. “What do you want from me?”

  “Do you want me to give you a general answer or do you mean right now?” Damon’s gaze traveled down my body as he undressed me with his eyes.

  The depression was too deep for me to do more than sigh. “I mean right now. What do you want from me, right now?”

  He smiled and then leaned in, brushing his lips over mine in a sweet kiss that made me want to cry. It felt wonderful, like we belonged together. I opened my mouth just a little and swiped my tongue over his lips. My arms wrapped around him and I tugged him closer. My heart beat quickened and seemed to scream, don’t lose him so loudly I couldn’t hear anything else. Moments like this may be our only time together, but God I needed it. Damon was like water on a hot summer day. Here I was having fanciful thoughts I couldn’t afford, but I didn’t care. I wanted Damon so badly it hurt.

  When the kiss finally ended, Damon smiled at me, his eyes bright. “What I want right now is you inside me.”

  “Do you mean, in-inside your mouth?” My voice wobbled on each word.

  Damon shook his head. “No. Not in my mouth.”

  My eyes widened. “You want me to fuck you…right here, in the filing room?”

  Damon nodded. “I really do. It is a little better than a skanky toilet cubicle in a nightclub, isn’t it?”

  I thought about it for a second. “This still wasn’t quite what I meant.”

  Damon sighed. “Well, when it’s my turn to fuck your ass, I promise that I’ll make it somewhere really special. A luxury hotel room or a warm, sunny beach somewhere. Wherever you want. Hell, we can have sex on top of a bed of red rose petals if that floats your boat. But I want you—no, I need you to be inside me now.”

  “And it’s just sex? No strings attached?” I hated asking the question, but I had no choice. Money was tight, and each week on payday, Dad took almost everything. I’d be homeless if he found out.

  Damon shrugged. “Just sex. If that’s all that you want, that is.”

  “Okay then. Um, I guess let’s do this.”

  Damon pulled a bottle of lube out of his inside suit pocket. “Great. I brought this, just in case you said yes.”


  I had no freaking clue why he had the lube. “What’s that for?”

  “Seriously? What’s that for? You really are new to this,” Damon said as he rolled his eyes. “It’s for my ass. If you start pounding on me without using it, you could do some serious damage with that monster dick of yours.”

  I nodded, unsure what I was getting into. I took the bottle of lube and stared at it for a second. Damon stripped off his clothes and I watched, admiring his muscles. God, his freaking chest hair was so sexy. I wanted to run my hands over every inch of him.

  “Take off your clothes. You don’t want to have lube stains.”

  I nodded and undressed as I stared at Damon, my cock going hard.

  “You’re beautiful.” Damon’s eyes roved over my body as he licked his lips.

  “Thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.” Damon was better looking than I’d imagined. His pecs were well defined and dusted with hair. His abs were close to a full-on six-pack. He obviously trimmed things up, but he had hair on and around his balls. I really appreciated how good he looked.

  My cock was hard now and I wanted some relief. This was what I’d wanted to do for a long time and now that the opportunity had presented itself, I was ready. A thought twisted through the back of my mind. This wasn’t just fucking, but I wasn’t sure what it was. I mean, sure, I was going to be fucking him, but Damon was more to me than just some guy I was screwing. That thought sobered me a little.

  Damon leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. “So freaking beautiful.”

  It was nice to hear somebody describe me as beautiful—especially somebody with such a gorgeous, muscular body like Damon’s. My gaze traveled over him and I noticed his skin was perfect, there wasn’t a blemish on him. Hell, the guy was totally perfect and I was just another looser who had no clue what he wanted out of life.

  I stood there thinking about what a looser I was as Damon turned around and dropped down on all fours. The sight made tingles run from my head to my toes. I didn’t know if I could keep breathing.

  Damon glanced over his shoulder and lifted his brows. “You going to join me.”

  I wasn’t really sure what to do and I hated acting like such an idiot, but I was an idiot. “What should I do?”

  Damon didn’t roll his eyes or act like an ass. “Pour some lube on your hand and then touch my ass, spread it around and then stick your fingers in.”

  “Say please,” I said, feeling a little cheeky as I got down on my knees.

  “Please,” Damon begged.

  I flipped open the cap on the bottle and squeezed some on my hand before rubbing it over his hole. I was shaking and my cock was straining. I needed to be inside him. I watched in wonder as he rounded his back then made his back flat. His ass really was perfect.

  “That’s it,” Damon said softly. “Now, slip your fingers in. Just one finger to begin with…slowly.”

  I pushed my index finger in and slowly moved it back and forth, teasing the walls. I heard Damon quietly gasping as my finger slid in deeper.

  “That’s good. Now, faster,” Damon begged.

  “Say please.”

  “Oh God, please, Ridley, please fuck me.”

  I was happy to oblige. I began fingering Damon’s ass faster, but I wanted more. I was about to pull my finger out when Damon asked for more.

  “Now…please, please add a second finger.”

  I squeezed another finger inside Damon. As I did, Damon arched his back then glanced over his shoulder. He bit his lip as he watched me fuck his ass with my finger. I slowed a little and then Damon winced. I stilled.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Next time, maybe it would be better if you trimmed your nails first.”

  “Sorry, when I woke this morning I didn’t know my fingers would be knuckle deep in your ass.” I slowed and tried to be a little more gentle with him. Despite trying to keep this purely as no strings sex, I already cared too much about Damon.

  He groaned. “Okay. I think I’m ready for you. Please, fuck me.”

  I pulled my fingers from him and moved to line up when Damon glanced back.

  “Condom.”

  I froze. “I didn’t bring a condom to work because I didn’t know it was ‘National Fuck Your Boss on the Filing Room Floor Day.’ Do you have one?”

  “God, you’re a cheeky little bastard. There’s one in my coat pocket.”

  I reached over with my clean hand and pulled a condom out of the inside suit pocket. I tore it open and rolled it on as Damon watched.

  “Now, get your cock inside of me.”

  I hesitated. “Say please.”

  “Fucking—Okay, please, Ridley, please fuck me with your beautiful cock. Slowly to begin with. And gently, pretty please.”

  “Now I think you’re the one who is being cheeky. Well, I’m going to take your cheeky little ass and fuck you good.”

  “Oh God,” Damon whimpered.

  I lined my cock up against Damon’s pucker and brushed the condom covered tip over the entrance. Damon jerked. I did it again, teasing him before slowly sliding in. Damon stiffened as he grunted. I stopped moving, hoping he wasn’t hurt.

  “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” Fear pulsed through me at the thought of injuring him.

  “No, I’m good. I’m so good,” Damon said in a voice that sounded like a purr.

  “Okay.” I pushed in deeper then pulled out, reveling in the feeling. It was perfect, me and Damon, joined together. How could anyone see this as wrong? I felt so right.

  I watched my cock slide into his ass and I almost came. The pressure, the heat, it was glorious. I could watch this all day long. My dick looked amazing as I pushed in then pulled out.

  “More, please,” Damon begged.

  I sped up, fucking him harder. I was pounding his ass, our bodies slapping together. It was the best feeling I’d ever had.

  “Oh God…harder! Faster! Fuck me,” Damon cried out.

  I was grateful the room was soundproofed and far from most other employees. I shoved in, sinking all the way to the base of my cock before grinding hard. I pressed down on Damon’s back, so he was lower and on his elbows. I adjusted and sped up, pounding faster and deeper. It was amazing. I felt like I was on top of the world. I moved just a little, angling so I was going deeper. Damon grunted with each thrust in.

  I reached one of my hands under Damon and wrapped my fingers around his cock.

  “You feel so fucking good! I love it! I love…,” Damon whispered then gasped. His body stiffened and I felt his cock start to pulse in my hand.

  Damon’s ass squeezed around me like a tight vise, causing me to come…and come…and come. Holy fuck, that was a lot of come. I’d never experienced anything like it before. To have this level of intimacy with somebody else had felt so wonderful, so fulfilling.

  I slid out slowly and kissed the back of Damon’s neck, trailing kisses lower. Damon flipped over and lay on his back. I lowered and placed my head on his chest. My ear was over Damon’s heart and I heard the beat slowing.

  “Um, we probably can’t fall asleep here,” Damon said.

  I sat up and met his gaze. I was so fucked because I was whipped and I hated myself for what I was going to have to do. I wadded the used condom in a sheet of paper and stuffed it near the bottom of the waste bin. Damon picked up the foil wrapper and shoved it in his pocket. We tugged on our clothes, neither of us speaking. Would life ever be the same?

  “Well, what now?” I asked.

  Damon straightened his tie and said. “What now? Well, now I go back to work and so do you. No strings, yes? That’s what you wanted?”

  Hesitantly, I nodded. I could see the hurt in Damon’s eyes, but I couldn’t change anything yet.

  “Fine, then. No strings,” Damon said.

  He opened the filing room door and walked out to the main office floor. He closed the door behind him, leaving me alone with a large stack of filing and no strings. Of course, the papers were even messier than before. One
of us had knocked over a stack while I’d been fucking Damon’s ass.

  “No strings,” I said quietly to myself. Was that really what I wanted? No. I wanted to be tied to Damon, but I didn’t see a way to make it happen.

  Chapter Nine

  It finally happened. I’d lost my virginity big time. But should it have happened as it had? I worried about how we’d done it. With Damon on the floor of the filing room, was it special enough? Shouldn’t the first time mean something? Shouldn’t it be with somebody special? My heart squeezed. I’d gone to great pains to make it clear to Damon what we had was just sex, that Damon meant nothing to me.

  Oh, fuck! Why the hell did I do that?

  A voice rose up inside, and I shivered, not at all liking what it said.

  You’re a coward.

  The voice crowed, and I let it. I was a flipping coward because my dad fucked me up. Shame over being gay filled me. I was self-destructive and incapable of just being happy. What an idiot.

  What if somebody else in the office had heard us going at it? Despite the filing room’s soundproofing, they could have heard if they had their ear pressed to the door. I worried everybody in the office knew what we’d done.

  Was Damon feeling just as paranoid as I was or did he really not care one way or the other if anybody found out? And how would this change the dynamics of our relationship?

  I slapped my forehead. We didn’t have a freaking relationship because I was a fuckwit. A numbnut fuckwit with no clue how to be an adult. I should just turn in my adulting card because I didn’t deserve it.

  It took forever for the day to be over, but at five I blew out a sigh of relief because I could leave. Fresh air felt good, and the walk gave me time to think about what I really wanted. Well, the air wasn’t that fresh because I was in the middle of Birmingham, but the smog wasn’t too bad today.

  I decided against stopping for a pint. Clearly, I was having a difficult time making sensible decisions when sober. I shuddered to think what I might do when drunk.

  My stomach twisted and my head buzzed. At a corner I glanced back, sure somebody from the office was following. What if they knew and were trying to corner me so I would confess my dirty little secret? Or worse, what if they were trying to catch me in the act and photograph it? Would they send an email with an attachment to my dad? Anger pulsed through me. I was so dumb and I was paranoid. But I swore someone was behind me. Maybe I’d lived too long with my dad. His warning about people always watching, trying to catch a pastor doing something wrong had worn off on me.