The sound of his buckle rattling, his zipper being yanked down, causes my asshole to pucker.
“Are you ready to get fucked, Mr. Montgomery?” My boss rubs the tip of his cock along my ass crack, pops open the bottle of lube. “To pay me for the hour you still owe for being late?”
I push my hips back. It’s as much to rub harder against him as it is to make space for my own hard length squished against the desk.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry I was late, sir. You’re right to punish me. I promise not to do it again.”
He uses the head of his cock to rub more lube on my hole. “And if you do?”
“Then you can punish me just like this, every time.”
Setting down the bottle next to my head, Griffin places one hand at the base of his dick, the other on my ass cheek. Without warning, and without taking his time, my boss slams into me, balls deep, filling my tight ex-virgin hole that he’s already claimed.
I cry out, then remember to keep it down. We’re in his office, building full of his employees, and my boss is ramming my ass.
With his hand on the side of my face, Griffin pushes me into the desk, uses the leverage to hold me in place as he jackhammers away. The force of him makes our skin slap together, makes the wooden desk beneath us groan. The slick, wet noises from my hole as it grips my boss’s cock take me to the edge.
I rut against the desk, try and find some relief, some way to escape the rising tide deep in my gut.
“I’m not going to last, sir.”
“Me, either,” he grunts, his whole body shaking with the effort of fucking me hard. “Your tight ass is too good, Aiden.”
At the sound of my name on his lips, I lose it. Warmth splashes across my belly, coats his desk in my spent seed. Ramming deep into me, Griffin’s dick jerks, pulls against my internal walls. I squeeze him tight, milk him with my ass, not wanting him to pull out.
When he does, I miss the fullness of him. Love the way he drips from me, coats my thighs, runs down my legs. I’m thankful there’s a desk underneath me, holding me up, because I can’t catch my breath, and my body is going to need a moment to properly function.
Too impatient to wait for me to stand on my own, Griffin pulls me up by my shoulders, turns me to face him, and kisses me so deep, I forget to breathe.
When he releases me, it’s too soon, but I know what he’s about to make me do. I made a mess. I have to clean it up.
Shoving my face into the mess, Griffin watches as I lick my spent seed off his desk.
The phone on his desk beeps. It’s his receptionist.
“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Hart. I noticed you were off your conference call and wanted to get you this information right away.”
Griffin hits the button to answer while holding my head firmly in place, the message clear. Don’t stop cleaning. “Go ahead.”
“Your son called. Said he needs to reschedule today’s meeting.”
“That’s fine,” Griffin answers, not taking his eyes off me. “I’ll take an extended lunch. Forward my calls to my cell.”
“Yes, Mr. Hart.”
The line goes silent. I slurp up the last of my cum off the wood.
This time, when my boss pulls me to standing, he doesn’t kiss me. “Clean up.” He nods toward the private bathroom inside his huge office. “Be quick, and when you finish, you and I are going to have a lunch meeting at the condo, where we’ll discuss your performance. I’m not done punishing you, Mr. Montgomery.”
“Good,” I say, putting all of my need for him into one word.
When we leave his office, I try not to look anyone in the eyes. They’ll know what we’ve done if I do, I’m convinced of it.
Griffin and I don’t make it back to the office after lunch. In fact, the for rest of the week, Mr. Hart has to extend every lunch. Even cancel a few meetings.
It makes me feel special, cared for, that he’s willing to break the rules a little to spend time with me. Make me a priority. I’m not used to how that feels, and it makes me love him more.
And even though I’m still looking for my own place, I love that we have a place together, a sanctuary that’s just ours. I’m in no rush for anything to change.
Life is just too perfect.
Chapter 15
“Tell me again what my son said when he invited you to this fundraiser.”
Griffin stands behind me, his stern reflection a distraction as I try and knot my tie. He’s already impeccably dressed, and looks like the billion dollars he’s worth. Probably worth. I don’t actually know for sure, and it’s never mattered.
To prove that point, when he offered to buy me something to wear, I said no. I didn’t want to spend his money. I’m already living with him. He’s doing plenty.
The downside is that the thrift stores I typically frequent didn’t have anything that fit. Or matched. I spent way too long piecemealing this outfit together. And I still look like crap.
Whatever. I’m clearly not an investor, anyway. I’m going to support Geo, not model for the cover of a fashion magazine.
As if that were even possible.
“He said he wanted to go back to being just friends. Told me I helped him get through college, that he wants to share his success with me. Honestly, Grif, he probably just wants to rub it in my face how smart he is.”
I huff out a breath, ready to tear off my tie and burn it on the stove. I’ve never had this much trouble. But with how bad my hands are shaking, the butterflies in my stomach morphing into angry piranhas, I’m surprised I haven’t had a nervous breakdown.
The thought of being in a room full of rich, powerful men isn’t what scares me. It’s the fear of being in the same room with both Griffin and Geo. I don’t want to be responsible for family drama. Especially not with so many eyes on us. Doesn’t help that the fundraiser is being held at Griffin’s...house? Estate? Whatever.
In addition, I found my own place. Just happened yesterday. Got a call back on an apartment I really wanted, located close to work, but was told there was a lot of competition. I’d written it off. Forgot about it. Hadn’t told Griffin. I’ll have to tell him tonight.
Griffin steps in behind me, the front of him pressing against every available inch of my backside.
Taking the tie from me, he lifts an eyebrow as he stares at me through the mirror. “Grif?” he husks in my ear, his eyes never leaving mine as he ties the perfect fucking knot.
I turn in his arms, rest my palms against his chest. “Too much?” I ask, giving him the same look he’s giving me.
His hands find my hips, and he pushes me back against the counter. “Careful, Mr. Montgomery. Or I’ll rip these clothes off you, fuck you until you can’t walk, then make you wear my clothes to the fundraiser. Or nothing but a cage and a collar.”
My dick was already hard at the word careful. By the time he finishes, I’m ready to let him do anything he wants to me.
“Okay,” my mouth says, the heat in my blood all too ready to comply.
Griffin cups my dick through my pants, rubs me in the way that drives me wild. My hips buck against his hand, and I’m about ready to tear off my own clothes, when he pulls away.
I groan. Want so fucking bad to complain. To beg him to at least jack me off. I don’t. Training with my boss has taught me better than that.
His teeth find my earlobe, his lips brush against the sensitive flesh. “I want you to be thinking about me tonight. No matter who you choose to socialize with, I want your mind on me.”
“You don’t have to tease me to get that,” I offer, hoping he’ll give me relief. “I’m already consumed by you.”
“True.” He rubs me some more, my hard length becoming almost painful. My boxer briefs absorbing the wet leaking from my slit. “But I want you to be ready, and more than willing, when I find you later tonight, take you into my home office—for old time’s sake—bend you over my desk, and claim your ass.
He drops something into the pocket of my suit jacket. It’s small, b
ut heavy. Reaching in, my fingers graze familiar plastic, cool to the touch. It’s a tiny bottle of lube.
My dick jumps in my pants, my head leaking more precum. “Why do we have to wait?” I know I’m begging, that I sound pathetic. Don’t. Fucking. Care. “Fuck me now. Right here. And you can take me later.”
Griffin’s lips find mine. He pulls me in the for the kind of wicked kiss that promises so much pleasure, but not without a price.
His voice is barely a whisper when he says, “You know why we have to wait.” He grabs a handful of my ass, pulls me tight against him. “I enjoy watching you squirm.”
I don’t enjoy squirming, and for the next two hours, I can’t get comfortable. Never mind that I’m sweating in this suit, or that I keep screwing up the names of the important people I’ve met, or that social gatherings in general make me anxious. All of that pales in comparison to the deep seeded ache creeping through my system like poisonous vines, the epicenter my groin.
I love that Griffin knows exactly how to torture me for maximum effect. And I hate him for it.
When Geo asks me what’s up, I tell him I’m nervous about telling his dad I’m moving out. For some reason, that makes Geo happier than I’ve seen him in a long time.
“Trouble in paradise?” Geo asks, his black leather coat with a ruffled tail making his Goth-Punk formal outfit look sharp. The pale powder covering his face, and his smoky eye, would be overkill for anyone else. On Geo, it fits perfectly.
“No.” I straighten the arms on my third-hand suit jacket, try my damndest not to feel like a slob. “Nothing like that.”
His grin falters, replaced by a blank mask. On him, with the makeup and clothes, it looks terrifying.
“Grif—uh, your dad has been very generous, giving me a place to stay. The arrangement was always temporary. I told him I’d planned on finding a new place. I don’t want to take advantage.”
Geo studies me for a moment, some kind of champagne drink in his hand. “You aren’t the one who’s taking advantage, Aiden.”
I open my mouth to ask him what the hell, when Griffin interrupts us. “Mind if I steal Mr. Montgomery away for a few moments?”
My boss’s hand rests gently on my lower back, already guiding me away from his son. Geo watches, an unreadable expression on his face. “Sure. But the demonstration will start soon, and I don’t want either of you to miss it.” He pouts to really sell that he wants us here.
I don’t buy it. Geo’s been busy all night, schmoozing with money, and the men and women who can give it to him. Geo’s charming, when properly motivated. It doesn’t take much to motivate him. Booze and gay porn come to mind.
Griffin reaches out, places his hand on Geo’s face. For the briefest moment, I see the young boy behind the makeup and black. The kid who craves his father’s attention and approval.
I don’t know what it was like for Geo, growing up with such a powerful father. I can’t imagine they spent much time together. Building an empire the way Griffin has must’ve taken up all of his available time, leaving little for Geo.
But what the hell do I know? I’m not an expert, and I could be wrong. I don’t think I am, and the way Geo leans into his father’s touch tells me I’m not.
“I’m proud of you, son. Wouldn’t miss the demonstration for the world.”
“Good,” Geo says, pulling back. “I’m sure it’s one you won’t forget.”
Griffin lets his hand fall to his side. When it does, his arm grazes against my pocket. The one with the lube bottle in it.
“Mr. Montgomery and I have some business to discuss. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick. We’ll be back before anything starts.”
I shoot my boss a look that begs him not to hit on me in front of Geo, but the smolder in his dark eyes makes me forget whatever the hell I was thinking. My eyes widen when they meet his, my dick instantly hard, not that I haven’t been sporting a semi all night. I’m pretty damn sure my face, neck, and the tips of my ears turn a splotchy shade of pink.
“Sure. Whatever.” Geo turns his back to talk to someone else. Someone with money.
Without another look my way, Griffin cuts through the crowd, makes his way toward the kitchen, to the stairs leading to his office. He stops a few times to talk to people he knows. I stand behind him, smile, and remain quiet.
It’s less out of respect, more because my dick is so hard it hurts. I’m afraid if I open my mouth, say anything, it’ll be to beg Griffin to fuck me right here and now, audience be damned.
I’m through the office door first, my eyes landing on his desk. How in the hell does something so mundane stir emotions that are completely erotic?
My answer stands behind me, issuing commands. “On your knees, Mr. Montgomery.”
I hit them, glance up at him through my lashes, and open my mouth, ready. He unzips his dress pants, cock springing free. The instant it’s out, I’m on it.
Taking him in as far as I can, I hold him in my mouth, his tip down my throat, and move my tongue. He moans, his fingers tangling in my gelled hair, messing up the style. When I pull back, I lick up his shaft, swirl my tongue around his head, lap at the excitement beading in his slit.
“Oh, God, Aiden. Your mouth feels amazing.”
It should. I’ve spent months learning exactly how my boss likes his dick to be sucked.
With one hand on his sac, the other around his base, I get to work bringing him to the edge. Like they always do when he’s close, his thigh muscles harden, his grip tightens. Instead of unloading in my mouth, he pulls out before I can make him go off.
“No,” he pants, his eyes hooded at he stares down at me on my knees. “Not yet. I want to save this for your ass.”
I clench at his words, and rise when he pulls me up. He holds out his hand. I place the small bottle of lube into it, then start to undo my pants.
“Stop.”
I freeze, wait for his next command.
Setting the lube down on his desk, he brings his hands to my buckle. Slowly, with patient practice, Griffin Hart takes his time undoing my pants. Unmaking me.
By the time they fall to the floor, my underwear with them, I’m shaking. I’m so on edge, the slightest touch is enough.
Griffin leans his forehead against mine, our heated breath mixing together. “You are so fucking beautiful when you’re this ready for me.”
“I am ready, sir. Please, please take me.”
Pushing me back against the desk, Griffin coaxes me onto it, facing him. He brings one of my feet to the desk, the other to his shoulder, and encourages me to lean back. I comply, eager to do what he says. I let him guide me, give him what he wants. Let him give me what I want.
My dick slaps against my stomach when he pulls me toward him, my ass hanging off the edge. Dripping lube down his entire erect length, he rubs it in, coats himself, then slicks my asshole with what’s left.
“I’m going to fuck you hard,” he husks, then bites my neck. I cry out, enjoy his lips and teeth on me. “Can you handle that?”
“Yes,” I practically beg. “Yes. Go hard. Make me sore. Mark me as yours.”
Griffin closes his eyes for a second, sucks in a sharp breath. “Mine,” he finally says, his voice low, controlled, even if the look behind his eyes is wild.
Pressing into me, my boss slides the head of his cock against my opening, then pushes inside. It burns, but I’ve learned how to adjust quickly.
He goes slow, giving me time to stretch, enjoying how tight I am. When he’s all the way in, he holds himself there, pushes me so I’m leaning back farther, which changes the angle, then enters me even further.
I look into his eyes. Take in the curve of his lips. The crease in his brow as he concentrates on filling me. He’s in deep. And I’m in deep with him.
With the same slow, gentle patience Griffin used to enter me, he pulls out. His breath catches when he says my name, “Aiden.”
My entire body shudders with just that one word. With the sound of me on his lips. And the
n, he makes me shudder for other reasons.
Working his hips, using my angle for leverage, Griffin gives me everything I begged for. He goes hard, like he promised, my ass and thighs taking the brunt of the force. I grip the edge of his desk to hold myself in place, bend my legs as much as I can so that every thrust is a little bit deeper. So that, when he fills me with his cum, it’ll stay inside me for days.
It isn’t long before the muscles in my stomach tighten. The rushing pressure thrums through my bloodstream, builds up between my legs. I open my mouth to beg him to let me cum, to beg him to cum with me.
“I’m there,” he says before I have the chance, his words wound as tight as I am. Almost as tight as his hand around my cock.
He pumps me hard, pumps into me even harder. Not for the first time, I pray his office is soundproof as I shout out the pure bliss of letting go. Of having him let go with me.
If I could bottle this sensation, I’d be the billionaire.
I clean up using the private bath off his home office, not for the first time, noting how both his offices have private baths. I’m grateful they do.
When I step out of the bathroom, Griffin is there, waiting. His clothes and hair are impeccable. No one would know he just fucked me like a beast. I, on the other hand, look like I’ve been ridden hard.
And I was.
I’ve done my best with my hair and clothes. If anyone notices...I don’t know. Whatever. They won’t. And who cares?
“What’s on your mind?” Griffin’s cologne envelops me as he steps close.
I stare at my shoes, the floor, anywhere but his eyes. “It’s nothing. I’ll tell you later. Or never.” I mutter the last, but I’m sure he hears.
Placing his fingers underneath my chin, he lifts until I’m facing him. “Tell me what.”
“I found an apartment,” I blurt, deciding it’s better to rip off the Band-Aid than slowly peel it away. “It’ll be ready next week. I-I, uh, I’ll move over the weekend. Won’t take any time off. I just...I mean, I thought I should tell you.”
Silence stretches between us, but the look on Griffin’s face doesn’t change. If he’s pissed I’m leaving, or hurt I didn’t tell him sooner, or happy I’m finally getting the fuck out, he doesn’t show it.
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