CHAPTER SEVEN

Nick

 

Another Daddy/boy event at Lux.

I hadn’t been planning to go, but hell if I was going to succumb to moping around about Jeo. Damn, I’d made the wrong decision when I’d decided I just needed to fuck him out of my brain. Now the man was more embedded in there than ever.

The soft kink rooms were more crowded than I’d ever seen them. I’d thought about how I would dress and the impression I wanted to give off and decided to tone it down this time. I kept ending up in the back rooms with people I found out were assholes, and I needed to cool it.

So, I wore ripped jeans and a tight T-shirt with a pair of converse sneakers and told myself to avoid Allen Terrell and everything would be fine. Oh, and hopefully Marty wouldn’t be there.

But immediately upon entering the main room upstairs, I spotted him. He’d stopped calling me, thank God, but I’d sensed he was the type who didn’t like to feel dumped. Busy talking up a boy, he thankfully didn’t notice me duck into the crowd and circle to the other side of the bar.

“Two tequila shots, please,” I told the bartender.

I knocked back the first shot quickly, licking salt off the rim of the glass before downing the tequila and then sucking the lime wedge. A slow, warm burn moved down my throat and into my belly, gradually relaxing me, and I took a minute to look around.

Plenty of Daddies were present whom I’d never seen before, many chatting in groups while eying up the boys. I did the second shot, and when I glanced up, I blinked a few times in disbelief at the sight before me.

Jeo sat at the other end of the bar, clearly enjoying the way a ginger-haired twink fawned all over him.

“Another shot?” the bartender asked, and I realized I was clutching my empty glass. I didn’t want to get wasted, so I shook my head and signed the tab. Slipping off the bar stool, I’d intended to go mingle, but my ass walked straight to the source of its recent pleasure.

“Excuse me,” I said, inserting myself between Jeo and the twink.

Rich brown eyes took me in. “Hey, Nick, how’s it going?”

“Do you mind?” the twink asked, pushing me away.

“You’d better keep your hands to yourself, Gingy.” I stared menacingly at the guy, who looked several years younger than I was. “Are you even legal?”

“Yes, I’m legal, and I saw him first.”

I put my hand on my hip. “Oh, I beg to differ, pipsqueak. Now get lost.”

The gingersnap looked me up and down before sticking his nose in the air and walking off.

“That was rude,” Jeo said, but he looked amused.

“Whatever. You can thank me for saving your dick from some itchy STD. What are you doing here?”

“I’m trying out the kink floor as Cane and Tony’s guest.”

“But this is Daddy/boy night. The hard kink is on the other side of the atrium.”

“I’m not interested in the hard kink,” he said, eyes running over me in a way that made my hole clench.

Another goddamn twink approached, this one running his hand over Jeo’s bicep. “Well, hey there, Daddy. Why don’t we head to a back room? I’m great at deep-throating.”

I wanted to punch him in the face. “He’s not your Daddy, and he doesn’t want head from someone whose throat’s seen more traffic than the Holland Tunnel,” I said hotly. “Now go play on the freeway.”

The twink seemed to be trying to decide whether or not he could take me. I flexed my guns and, after a few seconds, he stalked off.

“Damn right,” I said and took a sip of Jeo’s drink, which threw me into a coughing fit.

“You just cock-blocked me,” Jeo said, pounding me on the back with one hand and passing me a napkin with the other. “Twice.”

“Like you need more action,” I said hoarsely, eyes watering.

Jeo’s eyes flashed. “Your hole was the last, fuck you very much.” He leaned closer to me. “And you need to adjust your attitude, little diva.”

“Don’t call me that! And I don’t have to adjust anything for you.”

He smirked, and I immediately thought of how much I’d had to adjust to his big fat cock that night at The Banana. I felt my cheeks heat, but I’d be damned if I walked away from this conversation.

“What the hell were you drinking?” I asked.

“Straight bourbon.”

“It sucks.” I pushed the glass toward him.

“Well, I’m sorry my drink didn’t meet your expectations,” Jeo said.

“Nick. A word?”

Ah, fuck. Marty.

“Sorry, no,” I said, turning my back to him.

“Boy, look at me. You walked out on me and haven’t answered any of my calls.”

“That should have given you the message,” I said. “And I’m not your boy.”

“You’re too sensitive,” he said.

I swung around. “You called me an idiot. In front of a crowd.”

Marty made a face that showed how little he cared that he’d embarrassed me.

“You’re an ass,” I said.

Marty grabbed my arm, and Jeo stood. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll let him go.” His tone sent shivers up my back and must have done the same to Marty because he dropped my arm and walked away.

“You sure know how to pick ‘em,” Jeo said and downed his drink. He frowned. “Wait, was that the fucker that hurt you?”

I shook my head, staring at where Allen Terrell was making his way through the crowd, eyes zeroed in on me. “That one’s on his way over here now.” I wrapped my arm around Jeo’s neck. “If you like me at all,” I hissed, “you’ll save me from this bastard.” Jeo immediately slid his arm around my waist, tugging me onto his knee.

“Nick,” Allen said. “I’d like to talk to you.”

“Take a number, asshat,” Jeo said.

“What? Who the hell are you?” Terrell looked like he’d never had anyone talk to him that way.

“We don’t have anything to talk about,” I said. “Go away.”

“Oh, no. You embarrassed me. One moment we were having a good time in a back room, and the next you were hightailing it out of here like a drama queen, making Leo Roman think I’d done something to you.”

I leaned into Jeo, his warmth comforting. “I wasn’t enjoying myself, and you hurt me.”

Allen sighed. “Boy, you were into it. You can’t tell me you weren’t. I barely touched you that night. You’re blowing everything out of proportion.”

Jeo leaned forward on the stool until he was nose to nose with Terrell. “I saw the bruises. Unless you want me to report you to Leo Roman myself, you’d better get the hell out of here.”

Allen backed up. He looked at me and sneered. “Bitch.” He walked off, and I melted against Jeo.

“Fuck my life.”

“Why do you pick such assholes?”

Reluctantly, I pulled away. “That’s the million dollar question. Thanks for taking up for me.” I turned to walk away, but Jeo latched onto my hand. The tingles that shot through me at the contact were difficult to ignore.

“Where are you going? Hoped you wanted to spend time with me.”

I frowned. “You’re really here looking for a boy?”

“Yeah, and thanks to you, two cute ones ran away.”

“Since when are you into that?”

“Since recently. Now, how about you show me one of those back rooms everyone’s talking about?”

My cock started to fill.

“Admit it, Nick,” Jeo said. “We’ve got chemistry; we proved that in the back of the club that night.” He leaned closer and ran his tongue over the rim of my ear. Another, stronger, shiver zipped through my body from head to toe. Jeo was so fucking sexy, and even though I’d promised myself I wasn’t going to the back rooms tonight, there was no fucking way I could say no to him. Might as well not even try.

“You took me so good that night, boy.” His warm breath touched my cheek. “We can have a good time.”

“Okay,” I said.

Jeo pulled back and looked at me. “Okay?”

I nodded. We walked together through the crowd and down the dimly lit hall. Only one room was available, and fuck if it wasn’t the one I’d sucked Marty in. Just my luck. Although, looking at Jeo’s cock pressing against the seam of his pants, all thoughts of Marty flew out the window. Jeo closed the door behind us.

The room was set up like a hotel suite with a large bed and a sitting area. I knew from visits with Royce that the large-screen TV offered a variety of porn. Jeo sauntered over to the bed and sat on the edge.

“Come here. I want to talk to you.” The commanding way he spoke had me walking over and sitting next to him without a thought of refusal. He looked me in the eyes. “Like I said before, those guys you’d been with were assholes. They don’t deserve you. Royce didn’t deserve you.”

A piece of my armor slipped at his words, and I broke eye contact to focus on his sensually curved lips.

“I could be a good Daddy to you, Nick.”

My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. “What?”

Jeo ran his hand up my arm and cupped my neck. “I said, we’re good together and I want to be your Daddy. What do you think?”

“What are you saying?” God, I couldn’t be so close to him much longer without either professing my love for him or ripping his clothes off. “You want to start fooling around?”

“I want us to start seeing each other. Exclusively. I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time. You broke that dry spell, and I think we could have some fun.”

Fun? I’d never thought to stay with Royce forever and hadn’t been looking for a serious relationship, but I wasn’t sure I could do that with Jeo.

I licked my lips, liking the way Jeo focused in on my mouth when I did. A heady power consumed me at the thought of having him, even for just a little while. That was all it could be with Jeo—I’d always known that. Well, to be honest, I thought it could only be one time, but here he was, offering more. The two of us—exclusively. I’d be crazy not to take him up on it. Wouldn’t I?

I couldn’t turn him down.

“Okay,” I said. “Sounds…fun.”

Jeo smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He kissed me lightly, and my body thrummed with awareness at how close we were. I ran my hand down his hard chest and smiled coyly. “So, what now?”

Jeo surprised me yet again. “Well, I thought we’d go over one another’s expectations.”

I tugged on one of his chest hairs. “I expect you to pound me into the mattress. Your turn.”

Jeo clasped my hand, bringing it to his lap, and not with the intention of having me feel how hard he was.

“Tell me what exactly it was about your relationship with Royce that didn’t make you happy.”

I pouted. “Really? You want me to talk about my ex?”

Jeo nodded. “I want to know.”

I let out a breath and flung myself onto my back. I was being bratty, but hell. I was horny, and Jeo wanted to talk? And what was up with that? Jeo Mendoza choosing words over fucking? I must be delirious or something. Maybe someone spiked my drink.

“Nick.” Jeo’s voice held warning, and my body began to thrum again.

“Okay, okay.” I stared up at the ceiling, hoping Jeo noticed how my shirt was bunched up, showing my navel. I licked my lips in case that’s where his attention was. “I wasn’t happy with Royce because…” I shrugged. “I don’t know. We just didn’t click. Does it have to be more than that? He wasn’t mean to me or anything, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

Jeo was silent a moment before saying, “What do you want from our relationship?”

Those words really set me to tingling. I looked at him. “Right now? Sex.” Why I was being that way, I couldn’t say, but I couldn’t stop myself. All I could figure was I was guarding my heart the best way I could.

Jeo touched my stomach, running his fingers along the waist of my pants. “Don’t worry, we’ll get to that. But I want to set some ground rules first. If you don’t like them, you can walk out.”

I looked at him curiously. Ground rules? Really? “Okay.”

“First, I’m the Daddy, so I’m in charge.”

I frowned but nodded. “That’s the way it works.”

Jeo’s fingers trailed up my chest, and he circled my left nipple through my T-shirt.

“Which means if you break the rules, I punish you.”

My cock went from half-interested to raging hard-on in seconds flat, and I was pretty sure Jeo noticed because he smiled.

“That means no back talk or rudeness.”

“Define rudeness,” I said, and then gasped when Jeo twisted my nipple. The pain shot straight to my cock, which jerked hopefully.

“Like the way you acted at the bar, being such a bitch to those two boys who only wanted to talk to Daddy.”

God, he was killing me! Thinking of Jeo as my Daddy was the biggest fucking turn on, and throwing discipline into the mix—I was going to shoot in my pants.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I moaned.

“The way you acted was very rude, and Daddy’s going to punish you for it. Because Daddy cares how his boy acts in front of others.”

My eyes shot open. “What are you going to do?” When Jeo frowned, I added, “Daddy.”

“I’m going to spank your pretty ass, boy. Question is, am I going to go find Piper so he can witness your punishment?”

“Who the hell’s Piper?” I asked, voice almost a squeak.

Jeo frowned. “You’re being disrespectful. That’s an added five smacks to your bare ass.”

My cock was fucking leaking.

“Piper’s the boy I was talking to when you so rudely interrupted.”

My mind went to the redheaded twink. Would Jeo really go seek him out and bring him in to watch my…spanking?

“I’ll be good. You don’t need to do that.”

Jeo gave me another stern look.

“Daddy.” I swallowed hard.

“Stand up,” Jeo said, and I did.

My knees were shaking. This was so damned hot, and exactly how I’d always wanted Royce to treat me. I’d pushed and pushed at the limits and he had only ever put me in the corner.

Jeo was giving me what I wanted.

Jeo tilted his head. “I don’t know. I really think you owe Piper an apology, and seeing you get your spanking would probably make him feel better.”

Fuck. That sounded humiliating as hell. My cock filled even more, and I shook my head. If Jeo was capable of being such a good fucking Daddy without any experience, I should be able to show him how good a boy I could be. I lowered my eyes.

“No, Daddy. That won’t be necessary. I’ll take my spanking like a good boy.”

“All right.”

I let out a breath.

“Then you’ll apologize to Piper on our way out.”

Shit. Well, at least the ginger would know I was Jeo’s boy.

Jeo leaned back on his hands, still looking at me with those sharp, dark eyes that seemed to see right to the core of me.

I nodded, although I wasn’t sure if I was really ready.

“Good boy.” His words rushed over me like warm honey. “Pull down your jeans.”

Hands shaking, I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my knees, leaving my black thong in place. My dick was so hard had made a wet spot on the silk.

“Good boy,” Jeo said again, and damn if the words didn’t heavenly.

Jeo put his hand on the small of my back and gently nudged me forward until my legs met his thigh. “Over my lap, Nick.”

My heart beat double-time as I realized this was going to happen. I had accepted Jeo as my Daddy, and he was going to spank me. I both feared and wanted it.

I bent, allowing Jeo to position me over his legs. My cock pressed against his thighs, the silk of my thong and the denim of his jeans the only things separating our skin. My bare ass rose in the air, and I found myself staring at the carpeted floor and Jeo’s boots. He ran his warm, slightly rough hand over my ass, making me shudder. God, it was humiliating but so, so good.

“Ten swats with my bare hand,” he said. “Then five more for disrespecting me. You count them.”

My breathing accelerated. I’d never been spanked before. Not ever. Not even by my asshole father when I was a kid.

But you’ve wanted to be.

“Ready?”

I nodded, so very aware that Jeo was staring at my ass with only the strip of thong between my cheeks.

“Say, I’m ready for my punishment, Daddy.”

Oh, my God. I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m ready for my punishment, Daddy.”

I gasped when his palm connected with my ass. He waited, and I said, “One.”

Jeo rubbed the skin, and my cock grew harder against his leg. I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, imagining Piper watching with a smirk on his face, and, impossibly, I grew even more hard.

Jeo smacked my ass again.

“Two,” I said. All the blood was rushing to my head, but Jeo didn’t seem to be in any hurry. He squeezed and played with my buttocks before finally slapping me a third time.

“Three,” I practically squealed because that one had really hurt.

“You will learn to have manners,” Jeo said. Swat.

“F-four.”

“You will not be rude.” Smack!

“Five.” Tears welled in my eyes.

“You will not disrespect your Daddy.” Smack smack smack.

“What do you say?” Jeo asked. I imagined him pausing with his hand in the air.

My mind scrambled for the answer, and Jeo’s palm hit my butt.

“Six, seven, eight, nine!”

“What do you say, Nick?” he asked and smacked me again.

“Ten. Yes. Yes, I’ll be good.”

“Yes, what?” He paused again, and the air in the room grew thick.

I swallowed. “Yes, Daddy.”

Jeo growled and then delivered the last five swats in quick succession. My ass fucking burned.

“Good boy. You did very well.”

My heart swelled at the praise. I got to my feet, teetering a little as the blood rushed from my head back into my body. The red tip of my cock poked out of my thong.

“Looks like your punishment wasn’t too horrible,” Jeo said, running his finger over the slit. I bent and jerked my jeans up my legs, hands shaking. Jeo took me by the chin, making me look at him. “There’s no shame in taking a deserved punishment, boy. Be glad I didn’t take my belt to you.”

Oh, God. Already on edge, his words sent me over. Grabbing Jeo’s shoulder, I came hard, cum spurting onto his knee and the floor.

“Did you just come, boy?” Jeo asked, voice low and just a tad shaky.

I jerked my head up and down because I couldn’t speak, residual pleasure coursing through my body.

“That was hot as hell, but I own your orgasms, boy.”

“S-sorry, Daddy. I couldn’t help it.”

“You’ll have to learn restraint. But for now, good boys who take their spankings without argument get a reward. We’re here. We could take advantage of the room. But only if you want to. Tell Daddy what you want, boy.”

I wanted that and anything else Jeo was offering.

I nodded again. “Yes, please.”

“All right. First, though, is there anything you want to ask me?”

I couldn’t think. I raised my eyes to his, silently asking for help.

“I’ve been with a lot of people. Maybe you’d like to know if I’m clear of anything? You let me fuck you at The Banana. I wore a condom, of course, but you should have asked me then. You need to be more careful, boy.”

“I am. Usually,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t ask me why I hadn’t been with him. I’d just wanted him so badly.

Jeo’s eyes softened. “I’ve been on PrEP a couple of years and get tested every few months. I haven’t been with anyone but you since the last test and for quite a while before that. I know, hard to believe, but it’s true. I can show you papers if you want. What about you?” he asked.

“Same,” I said. “I mean, the PrEP and the papers part.”

“I guess it comes down to whether we trust one another or not.”

I nodded. I trusted him. I wasn’t sure why, but I did. “We can show each other the papers later. There are condoms in the drawer.”

Jeo smiled and kissed me, lips soft against mine. I opened up to him, letting him explore my mouth.

“Mm, you taste so good. And that ass looked perfect bent over my legs.” His palm pressed against my cock. “Daddy’s waiting to hear what his boy wants for his reward.”

I smiled against his lips and said sweetly, “I want Daddy to suck me.”

I’d expected him to laugh and suggest the opposite, but Jeo pulled back, eyes burning with desire. “Pull off those jeans and sit on the bed.”

I didn’t waste any time. Kicking off my jeans and thong, I planted myself on the bed and spread my legs wide, enjoying the sight of Jeo Mendoza falling to his knees in front of me.

He ran his hands from my knees to my thighs. “You’re so smooth.”

“I wax,” I said. I opened my legs a little more. “I also get bleached.”

“I see that.” His gaze burned my skin. Leaning down, he licked up my taint, and I shuddered. “Your cock is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I bet you say that to all the boys.”

He took my cock into his mouth, long, dark hair falling to each side of his face as he sucked me.

I gasped and then groaned, head falling back. Jeo was an expert cock sucker, that was for sure. “That’s it, suck me, Daddy,” I said, rolling my head to look at him as I gently fucked into his mouth. God, it was hot to watch him. He was so damn sexy. Royce had never sucked me—had said he didn’t like giving head. I’d missed it.

I noticed Jeo adjusting himself, and said, “Why don’t you unzip? Release the Kraken, so to speak.”

Jeo snorted, but unzipped his jeans and pulled out his monster cock. I watched it lengthen as he sucked me, my hole thrumming with the memory of being pounded by all that hard flesh.

Through my fog of pleasure, I suddenly realized that I was no longer nervous. And I wasn’t stressed like I’d been with Marty, wondering what he was going to do next or if I could trust him. I knew Jeo wasn’t going to hurt me. He was familiar. I could let go. I moaned and squirmed as he brought me to full hardness with his talented tongue.

“You want to come like this, baby boy?” Jeo asked, and fuck, I could listen to him call me that, voice raspy from deep-throating me, all damn night. I wanted to be his baby boy. I wanted to be good for him.

I was so fucking close, but I wanted him inside me. He began sucking me again, and I tapped his head so he’d look at me.

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

Jeo pulled off my saliva-slick cock.

“You sure? You know I’m a lot to take, and you had the help of that pretty little plug last time.” He slowly pumped my cock, keeping me on edge.

“Something I haven’t seen since. Do you happen to know what happened to it?” I raised a brow.

“I might.” Jeo stood, the sight of his long cock jutting from his body taking my breath away. I’d ached for days after he’d fucked me. Did I really want to take him again? He looked uncertain, and I suddenly wondered if having a huge dick wasn’t such a blessing.

I rolled over onto my knees and spread my legs.

Jeo whistled. “There it is. Show Daddy your pretty, sweet boy. Come on. Spread those cheeks.”

My breath caught. Jeo really was a kinky fuck. Balancing on my chest, I reached back and pulled myself open for his perusal. “Give it to me, Daddy.”

I heard the drawer open.

“They’ve got Magnums,” he said approvingly, ripping open a small packet and rolling it onto his dick. “Hm, and flavored lube. Only the best for these pretentious fucks.”

I had to laugh at that. I stopped laughing when he squirted lube inside my hole and inserted a finger.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” I said, and he put two fingers in and spread them.

After a few minutes of preparation, I’d relaxed enough for him to push in his cock.

I let out a keening sound because it fucking hurt.

“Oh my God, go slow, you fucker.” I was sweating, my legs shaking.

Jeo slapped my ass. “Language, baby boy.” He pulled out a little and applied more lube before sinking in again, slower this time. He couldn’t be even half-way in, but it felt like he’d shoved his leg inside me.

“Christ Almighty! Did you really get all the way in at the club?”

“Definitely,” he said.

“Must have been the alcohol. Ah!”

“Okay?” he asked, panting. “Fuck, your tight little hole is strangling me.”

I liked the sound of that, even through the intense burn of being packed so tightly. I pushed back on him, enjoying his gasp of pleasure when I did.

Jeo sawed into me, going deeper each time. I tugged on my cock with one hand. When he finally bottomed out, we both moaned.

“Don’t move,” I said, voice strangled. I wouldn’t have been surprised if his cock had lodged in my throat. I pictured the tip blasting from my body like something out of Alien. Man, he was in deep.

Jeo rubbed his hands over my back and ass. “You’re doing so good. You took all of me. I know that isn’t easy.”

“Mmph.”

“Can I move again?” he asked after a moment, voice tight.

“Yeah. Go.” Now that I’d adjusted somewhat, I was eager to be fucked. Rising to my elbows, I arched my back and hung my head as Jeo eased almost all the way out, dragging over my prostate, and then forward again, adding more lube as he did so, and dragging over my prostate again. He repeated the action. And then again, going faster each time until he was thrusting in earnest. He’d put so much lube in me, squelching noises filled the room. I lowered my upper body to the mattress again, not even touching myself anymore as my climax built low in my belly.

There was something about being on my knees for a man, suppliant, taking everything he could give me. The fact it was Jeo and his enormous cock plowing me made it all the more satisfying. He was taking me. All of me.

“Holy shit, boy, you’re the tightest fucking hole I’ve ever had,” Jeo said, and I couldn’t help but smile into the bedspread. Every time he praised me, I felt like I could take on the world. Why was that? Royce had given praise, but it had never made me feel so good. Maybe it was because Jeo and I had been on the outs for so long. Hearing him approve of me made me soar.

My breaths came faster as my balls tightened against my body.

“Ask my permission before you come, boy,” Jeo said, and fuck, I liked that.

“Can I come, Daddy? Please, can I come?”

“Come, boy,” he said, and a beat later my body jerked with my release. I’d fucking come on command again; I couldn’t believe it.

Jeo began thrusting harder, and then he was coming too, his cock swelling inside me.

“Fuck!” he yelled.

We both collapsed onto the mattress. Jeo rolled us onto our sides, his cock still lodged in me. The thing was so long, it could probably stay inside when soft. I imagined sleeping all night with it there.

Jeo kissed my shoulder. “You did great. Such a good boy.”

God, I could get used to hearing him say that.