11. Aiden
Chapter 11
Iwait for Jace and Toby to leave the room before finally looking at Oliver. He’s still sitting on his knees, staring at me. His face is open, no judgment to be seen. With a sigh, I climb onto the bed and lie against the pillows.
“Come here,” I beckon, and he climbs beside me, laying his head on my chest. I place my hand on the base of his spine and pull him until his body is flush against mine. “I’m sorry for not giving you what you needed.”
“You don’t have to apologize for that, Aiden. You shouldn’t have to force yourself if you didn’t want to.”
I tilt his face up with fingers under his chin. “I wanted it so goddamn bad, Darling. You’ve been this untouchable person to me for so long, and I finally have you in my life. I was afraid I wouldn’t live up to what you built inside your head from that night.” Oliver looks at me in surprise, and I smile. “Seeing you strapped to that table just for us was like a dream come true. You were so responsive to everything, and it unlocked a piece of me that I knew was there but had only just started exploring.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jace, the all-knowing bastard he is, told me I needed to be more dominant. I played around with Toby a few times, and something felt right about it. Then, that night, he told me I needed to control everything. You were asking for something that I was dying to give.”
Oliver leans back to see my face more clearly, and his finger runs down the scar on my chest. I was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect when I was six and needed to have open heart surgery. “Why hadn’t you explored it before?”
“What do you know about my dad?”
“Not much. Just from what you’ve told me and overheard conversations with you and Payton.”
I roll over on my back, still keeping a firm hold on Oli. “My dad was strict. You could never talk back, you couldn’t make your own decisions, you were to be seen and not heard. After years, it’s ingrained in you and a hard habit to break. Even after I got away from him, I couldn’t shake the feeling that if I spoke up, I’d be punished. Then I met Jace and Toby. Toby gave me the freedom to have fun, and Jace gave me that dominance I still craved.”
“How did you end up in here?”
I laugh and kiss his forehead. “Jace’s big ass fucking grabbed me when I got home from work and said he had plans for tonight. I didn’t know everything until I heard you downstairs.”
“You like playing these games with them?”
“Yeah. We all thrive off of fear, whether we’re inducing the fear or the one that’s afraid. I think that things from our childhood stay with us, and we find ways to take back the control it holds over us.”
“Is that why you let Jace degrade you?”
“Yep. Dad was always bad about calling me names, even before the gay porn thing happened. But with Jace, I know it’s coming from a different place. Plus, he was joking the first time he called me Bitch boy, and I almost dropped to my knees in the middle of class for him.”
“I wish I would have known you guys then.”
“I would have loved nothing more than to get all that time with you, but I think now was supposed to be the time it happened. We were still figuring out who we were then, and so were you. You wouldn’t have been satisfied.” I roll over on top of Oliver and rub my body against his. “Now I know we can satisfy you.”
“I need you, Aiden,” Oliver whispers, and I know it’s finally time to give him everything. I should have known Oli didn’t have unrealistic expectations built up about me. That’s not who he is.
“I’ve got you, Darling.” I grab the lube and make sure I’m slick for him. I position myself at his back hole and barely push in, already feeling like I might lose it. “Fuck, you feel good.” I work myself back and forth and then start to slide inside. I groan the whole way inside him until my thighs are touching the back of his. “I need you too, Oli.”
Oliver wraps his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I start moving slowly at first, but he feels so fucking good. Even better than I remember from that night. Now, I have the chance to explore every part of him. The way his eyes glass over when they lock on mine, the way his mouth parts when I hit his prostate, and the way his ass hugs my cock. “I like every part of you,” Oliver says. “Whether you’re submissive with Jace or dominant with me. You’re perfect the way you are.”
Something about that unleashes something in me. “Brace your hands on the headboard.” Oliver reaches up and places his palms on the headboard, locking his arms. I grab the top of it for leverage and start fucking him in deep, hard thrusts. Every time I move, I can feel the plug in my ass shifting, and it’s bringing me close to the edge, but I need to see his face when he comes. I shift my hips until Oliver’s mouth parts and start hammering against his prostate. He whimpers with each stroke, and I’m addicted to the sound. “Give it to me, Darling.”
“I’m so close,” Oliver moans. “Can I stroke my cock?”
Fuck. Oliver asking for permission is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. “Stroke it hard for me.”
Keeping one hand braced against the headboard, Oliver reaches down and wraps a tight fist around his cock. He starts stroking erratically, making his breath catch every time his hand touches the head. “I need more.” I brace his leg on my shoulder and lean forward. My thrusts turn bruising, and Oliver groans. “Yes, Aiden.”
“Say it louder,” I demand, thrusting into him hard.
“Aiden!”
“Come for me, Darling. I want to lick the cum from your skin.”
Oli’s mouth opens, and his ass clamps down on me when he starts coming. He’s brutally stroking his cock, and I don’t let up on my thrusts. My skin is slapping against his, and our groans are mixing together. “Aiden. Holy shit.”
“I don’t want this to end.” I drop his leg, wrap my arms around his waist, and pull him up as I sit back on my knees. I lick the cum that landed on his neck and glance at Oliver. Oliver’s lips land on mine, and he’s kissing me wildly, riding my cock. We’re each pulling the other closer, making sure every bit of our skin is touching. Sweat is slicking both of our skin, and I feel my release building. Oliver does something sinful with his hips, making me gasp into the kiss. He slams down onto my cock, and I’m coming so hard that my fingers dig into his skin.
After my breathing is under control, I lie him gently on the bed without pulling from inside him. Oliver’s face is relaxed and satisfied. “That was amazing,” he sighs when I kiss his neck.
“It was,” I agree, starting to move again.
“You’re still hard.”
“I am.” I pull out slightly and push back in. “Can you take more?”
“I can take whatever you want to give me.”
“That’s my boy.”
I’ll spend all night inside of him, showing him that he’s mine.
Oliver and I spent most of the night with me inside him. When we woke up this morning, Jace and Toby were already gone, so I fed Oli and convinced him to come to my office to work. No matter how hard I try to concentrate, my eyes keep straying to him on the couch with his laptop on the table, working on his graphic designs. Last night exceeded my expectations about finally being with Oliver, and all my walls are down.
“You aren’t getting much work done if you’re staring at me,” Oliver says with a smile, not looking up from his computer.
“If you weren’t so fucking gorgeous, I wouldn’t have that problem.” The smile on his face grows, and I know I’d do anything to see it again. “Why don’t you come over here so I can show you what you do to me?”
“Oh no,” Oliver laughs. “We’re supposed to be working.”
“Please,” I beg, poking my lip out when he looks up. He shakes his head with a grin, and I stand from my chair, walking toward him. “But I need you.” I kiss him hard and lay him back on the couch, stretching my body over his. “Don’t you feel sorry for me?”
“No,” Oliver chuckles. “You fucked me all night long.”
“I don’t remember hearing you complain.” I start kissing his neck and marking him with my teeth. Oliver shivers, and I grin against him. “Don’t you want to have hot office sex with me? I can take you out on the balcony and let whoever wants to watch see how good you make me feel.”
“Aiden,” Oliver groans when I grind against him. I start moving my hips like I’m fucking him. “Fuck it.” Oliver’s hands go to my shirt, jerking it from my pants. When his hands land on my belt, someone knocks on the door.
“Yeah?!” I call out, my hands sliding up Oli’s sides.
The door opens, and my head pops up. Molly, my secretary, steps in, discreetly looking the other way. Poor girl has seen more than she’s bargained for on too many occasions. “I’m sorry to barge in, Mr. Powers, but you weren’t answering the intercom.”
“What’s going on?”
“Your dad is downstairs.” I sit up so fast that I almost fall off the couch. “He’s demanding to see you and won’t take no for an answer.” What the fuck?
Oliver gives me a concerned look and sits up on the couch. He rubs his hands down my chest to get my attention. “What’s going through your mind, Aiden?”
“Why the hell is he here?”
“I don’t know,” he says gently. “But I think you should see him.”
“I haven’t seen him since I left.”
“Which is why I think you need to see him. I can go?—”
“No! I want you here with me. Send him in, Molly.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stand up and tuck my shirt back in. I have no idea what to do until Oliver stands up and pushes me toward my desk. “These are your terms, Aiden. He has no control over you anymore.” He gently pulls me to sit in my chair. “Show him that.”
Oliver is just sitting down on the couch when Molly walks in with my dad. She makes a hasty retreat, so I can only imagine the shit he caused.
“What can I do for you, Dad?”
His eyes scan my office, and his nose curls in disgust when his eyes land on Oliver. “I thought it was time we had a conversation.”
“Okay.” I sweep my hand for him to sit in front of my desk, and I can tell he hates feeling inferior to me right now. “What’s on your mind?”
He looks pointedly at Oliver and then back to me. “Alone.”
“He stays,” I say with authority, proud as hell that my voice is steady. “What did you want to talk about?” Dad bristles, and it puts me on the defensive. “You came to my office. You have no say in who’s here.”
“I’m getting married.”
“Congratulations. Is that it?”
“Why can’t you ever have a civil conversation?”
“Because the last time I tried, you called me a cum sucking faggot. What did you want me to do? Pop out the champagne?” I’ve never spoken to him this way, and I can see the surprise on his face. No matter what he said, I’ve always kept my mouth shut. The strength is coming from Oliver, sitting tall on the couch.
“I want you to come to the wedding,” he says like I never said anything, which pisses me off even more.
I laugh without humor. “Why? So you can tell everyone what a disgrace I am because I’m gay? I’ll pass. I’ll send a gift.”
“Darlene wants to meet you.”
“Oh. I get it. You haven’t told her why I never come around, have you? You want me to come so you can pretend to be the doting father. Not happening.”
“You’re an ungrateful piece of shit,” Dad hisses.
“Excuse me?” Oliver says, standing from the couch. I give him a warning look that he doesn’t want to get involved, but he walks to stand behind me, and my dad’s eyes narrow. “He’s ungrateful? You just walked into his office of the business he built himself, demanding he show up to a wedding he knew nothing about. You’ve made no attempt at reconciliation but want him to drop everything to make you look like the man I’m sure you’ve pretended to be.”
“You don’t know anything about me. It’s probably your fault he thinks he’s gay anyway.”
“Thinks? You really are in denial. I know everything I need to know about you because you’re just like my father. Two men so wrapped up in their own beliefs that they can’t see how much it hurts their sons that they’re disgusted by them.” Oliver lays his hand on my shoulder in comfort, and I reach up, lacing our fingers together. Dad’s head looks like it’s about to explode, but I refuse to give in to what he wants. “Aiden built an empire without you. He found a family without you. And he’ll live the rest of his life without you if you don’t open your eyes and see nothing is wrong with him. It’s all on you.”
“You need to go, Dad. Tell Darlene whatever you need to make yourself feel better. I don’t care if you lie or not.”
“You’ll choose someone like him over your own father?”
“Someone like him? Do you mean someone who will stand up to you without fear of what you’ll say? Someone who will always have my back no matter what happens? He’s twice the man you’ll ever be, Dad. Leave. Now.”
Dad stands from his chair, fuming. “You’re dead to me.”
He walks out and slams the door behind him. I slump back in the chair, and Oliver climbs into my lap. “I’m so proud of you.”
“No. I’m proud of you,” I say, running my hand down his arm. “You think we’re the strong ones. You’re the strongest of us all.”
I’ve always had feelings for Oliver.
But this is the moment I fall in love with him.