It's wrong to want to fuck an older guy, right?

Wait-shit, I started this all wrong.

I'm Tim Walters, a 22 year old college graduate who definitely didn't have to worry about money.

Not to sound spoiled as hell, which I'm well aware I am, I came from wealth. And while I could live on my own, I was staying with a family friend, a man twice my age.

And fuck was he attractive.

I knew that it wasn't right for me to like him. I'd known him since I was little, but I always followed him. Him and his "family."

He wasn't married, no, no. He was the type of guy to get close to others and treat them as their own. Like Ethan Drake, Todd Owens, Sasha Howard, etc.

Some from wealthy families, some from no families. He liked to give.

He did have a son. Who was actually 21. He was a cool kid, who definitely inherited his dad's good genes.

And who was this all mighty god of a man that my heart fell for despite him being so out of reach?

One of the most god damn influential CEO's of all time. Raised it from the ground up and started from nothing. That's right Richard Grace.

He was a household name and definitely it wasn't only for his wealth.

He was tall, towering over anyone and everyone he met, with nice, broad shoulders that just defined authority. His body was chiseled, even under all the suits and dress shirts, it was clear defined muscle that had everyone glancing downwards.

His waist was slender to, leading to narrow hips and thick beefy thighs. It wouldn't have been a surprise to find that every inch of his body was covered in hair.

And that was even more attractive.

And that was just the shape of him, not his actual appearance. Because he made panties drop.

He was a tan man, with a flawless complexion. His skin was graced as if the heavens above decided which ray of light would hit him. He had dark hooded green eyes which reeked of power. His jawline was sharp, sometimes adorned with a stubble, but mostly clean-shaven. And his hair was always perfect, combed back, slicked nicely. Dark.

How could I not fall for him?

And seeing him every day made all parts of me curious.

I was interning at his business to prepare myself for taking over my parent's business, and I knew I wasn't the only one who followed his ass as he walked in and out of a room.

Every time I was stuck alone with him, my mind Would race to all the surfaces he could fuck me over. How good it would feel to taste him.

"Tim, you know it's time for breakfast right?"

Right.

Fantasizing I'm bed again. I groaned and sat up, seeing Connor Grace at the doorframe.

It was unfair how fucking hot he was as well. He inherited every good trait his father had. He was more slender of course, with brown eyes instead of black and quite a few freckles scattered all over, but still got as hell.

He could've fucked me any day and I'd been down for that too.

Fuck, had to really stop thinking about that shit.

"It's a weekend, is it wrong to want to sleep in?" I joked, stretching a bit.

Connor chuckled, and I thought I caught his eyes grazing my exposed chest, but I must've been imagining it. "Yeah, if you really think dad's gonna let that shit slide, you're mistaking."

"He hates when we swear you know?"

Connor snorted, "he's currently in the dinning hall, he can't hear me."

"I'll be out in a few, have to look somewhat presentable."

He rolled his eyes and got off the doorframe, grabbing my door handle, "hurry up before Mark eats your food."

"He better fucking not."

He closed the door with a snicker and I quickly changed into some casual clothes. Workout clothes to be more specific. I tried to workout every day to stay in shape. Normally I worked out with Sasha and Ethan, but they moved out a few months ago. Turns out, they were dating and wanted privacy.

Good for them.

and Richard didn't mind me wearing workout clothes to breakfast. He actually encouraged me to work out more which is nice.

If only he knew about my flexibility, god, that man could spear me with his dick.

No!

Too early for dirty thoughts.

I scurried out of my room and down to breakfast. Richard, Connor and Mark were already sitting there.

Mark was Richard's apprentice basically. He took him under his wing years ago and lives to help Richard now.

The only person missing was Todd. Everyone thought he died a couple years back, but it actually ended up being that he caught amnesia on the other side of the country. Took him getting back to remember shit. He was really close to Mark. And Richard. Sorta.

The two fought a lot. I didn't really know why if I was being honest.

Mark definitely seemed to know why, but never but into their squabbles.

"Morning Tim," Richard greeted pleasantly.

"Morning." I took my usual spot by Connor. Which was right across from Mark.

Mark was a gorgeous man, just like Richard. Dark complexion, even darker eyes and dark and messy, but beautiful hair. A fever dream of a man. Very similar build to Richard, but again, a bit slimmer, not as much of a dip from chest to waist.

Todd was also fucking attractive when he wasn't a douchebag. Strong arms and strong body with ginger chestnut hair and tantalizing blue eyes.

I was pretty average among all of them. Dark brown hair and gray eyes.

Pretty basic.

"Todd is sleeping in as always," Connor commented as he started eating.

Honestly, Todd never showed up for breakfast unless he thought it would be entertaining. Putting that thought out of my mind, I ate silently and quickly as the table stayed in quiet, with Connor's offended comment barely clinging.

"I'm gonna go start my workout, see you at lunch."

I got up and while I was leaving, I thought I felt eyes on me, but when I glanced back, they were all doing their own thing.

God, I really was just a horny kid, despite being a full grown adult.

The Grace home was really just a secluded little villa and had it own gym and pool among other things. Things I was pretty used to at that point.

God I was spoiled.

The gym looked like most public gyms. If it wasn't for the far side windows giving a large and clear view of the track, then most would assume it was a public gym. Besides the pool immediately next door.

I did a few sets of everything, letting the time fade as I worked out. I was doing a couple sets of squats when I heard a whistle.

"Your ass looks fucking nice in those shorts Tim."

Thank god my body was already red from working out, because my blush would've been ungodly.

"Oh shut up Todd." I glanced back to see Todd watching me.

His gaze very similar to how I looked at Connor, Mark and even Richard.

I felt a shiver run through my body under his gaze.

"Don't mind me, keep doing what you're doing," he urged when I paused my workout.

I rolled my eyes and continued my set, well aware that his eyes were on me.

He didn't move from his spot until i finished, grabbing my water. It was then he walked over, smirking as he slid an arm around me, not minding how much sweat I was caked in.

"Seriously though, why the shorts?"

What? I felt tension drag together my brows, "shorts are more convenient than sweatpants?"

"But they're so tight. Just look at how they cup your ass." I felt his hand slide down my back to my ass and I didn't stop it. I could've, but I didn't.

I let out a small whimper when he grabbed a handful, "what the hell are you doing?"

"Admiring. If you'd allow it."

I turned toward him, confusion definitely on my face. He took the opportunity to lean closer, his lips right next to my ear.

"I know you find me attractive, I find you attractive too. Can I admire every inch of you?"

Another shiver went down my spine. Yet, I nodded, leaning into him as he snaked his arms around me, letting his hands quickly fall to my ass, giving it a nice good squeeze.

I whimpered softly in delight. His hands trailed up to play with the fabric at the top of my shorts before slipping under. Slipping under boxers as well to grab my ass with more direct contact.

I gripped onto his shirt not really caring that my sweat was staining his shirt. His hands were kneading the flesh of my ass and he seemed pretty content in just that.

He very much seemed to want more with me, taking his hands out to gently push me into a sitting position against the wall, kneeling in front of me.

"While I totally want to wreck your ass, I want to make sure what we're doing is okay with you? Can I kiss you? Touch you?"

Despite how much of an ass he was, he was still considerate it seemed. I nodded slowly.

"I'm gonna need a verbal yes Tim. And you can say no at any time."

I nodded again, "yeah, fuck. Definitely."

With my verbal consent, he latched himself onto my lips, his body pressing down into mine as he started purposeful and slow grinds against my crotch.

His hands pressed my hips down, pinning me against the wall as he licked at my lips. I didn't know much about kissing, but I knew I should open my mouth a bit, so I parted my lips and he pushed his tongue in. It roamed my mouth, the roof of it and the walls, lighting every nerve on fire.

I felt dizzy from just a kiss alone. It wasn't even my first, but somehow, Todd made me lose my mind.

He was definitely not the person I'd imagine doing this sort of stuff with, but he was right, I found him attractive and my mind was buzzing from his touch.

My arms went to his shirt's hem, trying to pull it up and off, and he obliged, pulling away just enough to take it off.

And fuck, Todd was ripped. All of the people in this fucking place were, and judging from his rather sizable bulge that looked like it hurt, he was definitely packing.

My gaze to Todd's crotch didn't go unnoticed. He stood a bit up on his knees and undid his pants, pulling his boxers down just enough to let his growing cock spring to life.

So yeah.

He was packing.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, my short's tightening against my thighs and crotch.

I wanted it in me. Anywhere I could have it.

Todd straddled my waist and pulled down my shorts just enough so my own cock, leaking with precum could escape.

He brought our cocks together, wrapping them together with a strong hand and I very audibly gasped. He grinned at that, playfully nipping at my neck.

"I want to mark up your skin so bad. Show everyone your mine."

I groaned loudly at that, shivering. I needed more of it, so I pulled him close to me, letting him mouth along my sweaty skin. "Why don't you?" I gasped out breathlessly.

"The others would surely be jealous."

"But you're the only one who actively sought me out?"

Todd chuckled against my skin, nibbling at my ear lobe. "We'd all fuck you through the floor if you'd let us."

I gasped as a rush or arousal soared through me, painting my vision white for a moment and he landed a particularly harsh squeeze on my dick.

"Fuck!" I squeaked our before feeling my legs turn to mush.

Fuck, I was quick. Hopefully he wouldn't laugh.

He didn't say anything as he kept our cocks together, helping me ride out my orgasm as reached his own.

Glad I wasn't the only quick one.

I didn't even realize it got all over me until he leaned back on his calves to look at me.

"You're a wet dream Tim. A wet fucking dream."

I painted, trying to catch my breath. It wasn't anything to bad, but it still took my breath away.

Only then did I realize that cum has splattered on my shirt, shorts, face and even my hair!

"Let's clean you up a bit."

He grabbed a nearby towel I wasn't using and wiped both of us down.

Was he always this caring?

When he wrapped it up, Todd tucked the both of us back into our pants/shorts.

"You probably should take a shower before lunch."

I laughed softly, "probably. I didn't know you liked me?"

"How could I not?" He snorted, capturing my lips again. "I have to go, but we'll talk when I get back, alright?"

"Y-yeah."

"And if you find some other dude to fuck? Go for it, I don't mind." He winked and helped me to my feet before heading out.

What had I gotten myself into?