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STORY EXCERPT
Late that Friday afternoon, Caleb was driving Boyd up to Tampa International so he could catch his flight to Portland. If Caleb thought the past few months of his life were nuts, between his move to Florida and his new job, it didn’t begin to compare to the past several weeks and the crazy-good whirlwind romance that had exploded between him and Boyd.
Who also happened to be his boss.
A situation that almost caused their relationship to not be a thing before it ever had a chance to get off the ground.
Thank goodness for meddling friends.
Even better, Boyd had proposed to him last weekend.
“I’ve never been to Oregon before,” Caleb said.
“Neither have I.” Boyd sighed. “I’m going to miss you.” His hand came to rest on Caleb’s right thigh, and Caleb’s hand settled over it.
“I’ll miss you, too, Daddy.” He smiled as Boyd groaned.
“You know what that does to me when you call me that.” He pulled Caleb’s hand onto his bulge and squeezed it around his cock before putting it back on his thigh. “I’m going to want to ride you like a pony when we’re together again.”
Caleb’s smile widened. His Sir was a sadist, and Caleb got his little tweaks in here and there, even though he was usually a masochist. “It’s only a week.” Caleb would fly out and join him next Friday, spend the weekend in Oregon with Boyd, and they’d fly home together that Sunday evening.
“I know, but I hate having to be away from you.”
“But this is a good thing, Sir. You’ve missed enough time with her already.”
Boyd’s daughter, Ella, who Boyd hadn’t even known about until mere days before he and Caleb took their relationship to the next level. After dropping the news on Boyd, Ella had basically disappeared, and wouldn’t respond to calls or texts. She’d finally broken her silence last weekend and contacted him…but it turned out she actually lived in Oregon.
Now, Boyd was flying out to spend the week with her.
Boyd gently squeezed his hand before playing with the chainmaille bracelet around Caleb’s right wrist—his day collar. “That’s one of the reasons why I love you—because you’re practical and caring and not a selfish jerk. And you put up with me and my sadistic ways.”
“You’re easy to put up with, Sir. I’ve never even flown before. This will be my first plane trip.”
Boyd stared at him. “Never?”
Caleb shook his head. “My parents never had much of a budget to take us anywhere. I went to college less than an hour away.”
“What about when you came down for your job interview with me?”
“I drove. Less than thirteen hours one way.” Caleb felt his face heat. “And I didn’t have to spend money on a plane ticket, hotel room, or a rental car by having my car.”
He felt Boyd’s eyes on him. “You seriously drove down for your interview? If you didn’t stay in a hotel, what’d you do?”
“Drove down, napped in a McDonald’s parking lot, made sure I was awake and dressed and not looking horrible before the interview, brushed my hair and my teeth, talked to you, and then drove home after.”
“Buddy, I thought you flew down.”
“I didn’t exactly want you to know how broke I was. Most employers aren’t looking for ‘desperate to escape homophobic family and shitty living conditions’ as one of the preferable qualities they need in a new hire.”
Boyd squeezed Caleb’s hand again. “I hired you because you were qualified and eager and had plenty of the right work experience.”
“And because you love green eyes?”
Boyd smiled. “I’ll never admit it in front of Human Resources, but maybe when I was presented with three qualified finalists who were otherwise equal in experience and education, green eyes might have skewed it in your favor.”
Caleb smiled. “And my cute ass?”
“Definitely your cute ass.” Caleb glanced over at him. Boyd’s blue eyes gleamed with amusement. “Even though I never thought I’d have a chance at it.”
“Never thought I’d have a chance at yours, either, Sir. Thank god for Kent.”
Boyd sighed. “Yeah, thank god for Kent. I told him we’re missing the party next weekend.”
“Totally worth it.”
“You’re really looking forward to meeting her?”
“Of course. She’s your daughter.”
He stared out the windshield, grief brushing his expression. “She’s a stranger.”
“Doesn’t matter. She’s your daughter, Sir.”
He was acutely aware of Boyd turning to watch him again. “We really haven’t talked much about your family. I know you’re not close to them, and I haven’t wanted to push you about it. But I’d like to know more, when you’re ready to talk about them.”
Caleb had wanted to avoid that topic at all costs. “I’m…not close to them. They wanted to be too close in the wrong ways. They thought being related to me gave them the automatic right to dictate my life. Even my little sisters. Especially my mom. Getting this job was the best thing that ever happened to me for a variety of reasons.”
“Including me?” Boyd smiled.
“Definitely including you. You’re the best reason of all.”
Boyd directed him where to park and Caleb walked inside the main terminal with him, waiting with him in line while he went through check-in. Then they picked a restaurant in the main terminal area to grab a bite to eat before Boyd headed through security.
“Stay at my house while I’m gone,” Boyd said. “Consider it an order, if you’d like.”
“You might come home to find me completely moved in, Sir.”
“Wouldn’t hurt my feelings. In fact, I’m kind of hoping that’s what you do.” He reached across the table and held Caleb’s hand, lightly squeezing. “I meant it when I said I’m marrying you. This might seem crazy and fast to anyone else, but it’s not like we just met. We’ve known each other for a while.”
“You know my family won’t be happy about this, right? Please don’t think they’re going to magically accept this, or us. They won’t.” Caleb tried not to feel self-conscious at the fact they were holding hands in public. They weren’t in Sarasota. They didn’t have to worry about someone from work seeing them together.
Or his family.
“Doesn’t matter to me what they think,” Boyd insisted. “They’re not here, they’re in Virginia. Even if they were here, still wouldn’t matter to me what they think. You’re mine, and I love you.”
“I just don’t want you thinking they might have some Hallmark-movie kind of adjustment in their mindset and we can be one big happy family. They’re the die-hard kind of Fox News demographic who think Obama was a secret Nigerian terrorist or something.”
“We’ll make our own family. Me, you, and Ella. As much as we can with her living in Oregon.” The wistful shadows in Boyd’s expression highlighted the dark blue flecks in his eyes. “We’re the only family she has.” He squeezed Caleb’s hand again. “And the two of you are the only family I have, but like hell will I let either of you go.”
ADULT EXCERPT
More heat flared in Caleb’s belly, driving his need even higher than before. “I didn’t say that, Daddy. Don’t good boys get spankings?”
Boyd sucked on Caleb’s lower lip. “Depends on how nicely they beg Daddy for it.”
His knees unhinged and he slid down Boyd’s body until he knelt on the floor in front of him, still trying to get the man’s jeans open. “Please, Daddy,” Caleb begged. “I need a spanking.”
Boyd’s hands closed on either side of his head, and as Caleb finally lowered the man’s zipper and fished out his cock, it was immediately sliding between his lips.
“Hands behind you,” Boyd ordered.
Caleb complied, the beloved feeling of subspace gripping and tugging him under.
Boyd took his time and slowly used Caleb’s mouth, rewarding him with tantalizing drops of pre-cum but not the hard face-fucking Caleb craved.
Caleb needed this man, the peace this part of their relationship gave him, shutting his brain down with trust taking over completely.
“Did you bring your cuffs and collar with you?”
“Yes, Sir,” he mumbled around Boyd’s cock.
“Good boy.” Boyd scratched his head like a beloved pet, and it sank Caleb even deeper.
Unconditional love.
Something he’d never felt from his family.
Then Boyd’s fingers curled around Caleb’s head again. “Take it for me.” He started fucking Caleb’s mouth, hard, deep fast. Caleb’s cock throbbed inside his slacks as he took every thrust, loving the feel of Boyd’s hot flesh against his tongue.
“Not gonna last long,” Boyd grunted, each stroke buried in Caleb’s throat. He was ready to swallow when Boyd exploded. Every drop went down his throat as he moaned, happy to be back with his Sir.
Boyd’s grip on his head eased again, his fingers stroking, not pulling his cock from Caleb’s mouth yet. Caleb had eased up, lightly working the head of his spent cock with his tongue, trying to tease every last drop from his slit without overstimulating him.
“Such a good boy,” Boyd hoarsely said. “See if you can get me hard again. If not, that’s okay. I’m sure spanking you will help me.”
It only took him a few minutes to coax interest out of Boyd’s cock. The man pulled Caleb to his feet and kissed him again. “Let’s take this over to the couch.”
Five minutes later they were spread out on the pull-out bed, both naked, with Caleb cuffed and collared and facedown over Boyd’s lap.
Boyd held Caleb’s collar with his left hand, and with his right stroked Caleb’s ass cheeks. “Somebody really wants a spanking, hmm?”
Caleb wiggled his ass at Boyd. “Yes, please!”
“Let’s make this fast and quick so we don’t scare the neighbors.” He proceeded to do just that, hard, quick strokes that made Caleb’s ass burn. His cock rubbed against Boyd’s legs, and he loved how the heat quickly took over, making the pain sweet and dumping another load of endorphins into his system.
“Look at that,” Boyd said as he had Caleb stand up. He fisted his own cock, which had once again gone hard. He handed Caleb the lube. “Get ready to ride, baby.”
* * * *
Boyd rolled a condom down his shaft and laughed as Caleb eagerly tried to climb on. “Hold on, baby. Little more lube.”
Once Caleb had slicked Boyd’s condom-clad cock with extra lube, he straddled Boyd’s lap and slowly impaled himself all the way to the root, making both of them groan.
He captured Caleb’s mouth with another kiss. “Ride me until you get off, baby. You earned it. Take your time.”
Caleb leaned forward and draped his arms around Boyd’s neck, kissing him as he slowly rose and fell on Boyd’s cock. At this angle, his cock was trapped between them and Boyd knew he had just the right amount of friction to slow-burn his way to a hard orgasm.
Wasn’t their first time like this.
He slid his arms around Caleb, cupping his warm ass cheeks, squeezing, digging his fingers in and loving the moans Caleb made into his mouth as they kissed. Dumping his first load early meant he’d last as long as Caleb needed to get over, and his boy had well earned his release after a week apart.
“Eyes open,” Boyd said.
Caleb wore a deliciously sexy glazed expression, his hooded gaze fixed on Boyd’s as his cock rubbed between them. Pre-cum slicked their flesh, and every stroke rode smoother between their bodies than the last.
Something that had been missing for Boyd with pretty much every other partner he’d had—the deep, personal connection, not just emotional, but like their souls were plugged into each other.
“Such a good boy for me,” Boyd softly said. “So fucking sexy. I didn’t come since Tuesday, either. After we talked I took a shower and jerked off. Since then, I held it for you.”
More of those whimpers, making Boyd’s cock twitch. Caleb’s ass tightly gripped Boyd’s cock as he rode him, grinding at the bottom of every stroke and tipping his hips a little at the top so Boyd’s cock would glide along his gland with every thrust.
It didn’t take him long before his pace quickened, slamming down hard on Boyd’s cock. Boyd quit holding back and grabbed Caleb’s hips, helping him, fucking with him.
“Yes!” Caleb’s cock exploded as he bit back his moan, complete, helpless joy and pleasure transforming his gorgeous face.
As his cum splashed between them, Boyd took over, fucking into Caleb, exploding and filling the condom inside his boy, pulling him close for another kiss as he recovered, happy and, for now, content.
Caleb cuddled against him, sweetly sated and nuzzling his lips against Boyd’s.
“Better, boy?”
He nodded. “Love you, Daddy.”
Boyd smiled. “Love you, too, boy. But you know no matter how fucking adorable you are, Daddy’s still a sadist who’s going to put you through the wringer, right?”
Caleb grinned. “I fucking hope so.”
They cleaned up in the bathroom, including a shower, before curling up together on the couch.
“Thank god you’re here,” Boyd mumbled into his hair where Caleb was curled against him. “I missed you so damn much.”
Caleb’s fingers laced through his. “Not as much as I missed you, Sir.”
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