Daddy's Rules (Boston Daddies, Book 2)

by Landon Rockwell

  I need to recalibrate my thoughts, start making more sense in my own head. I'm only in Boston for a few days, and this definitely wasn't the plan. I shouldn't care this much about someone I just met, and yet... I can't seem to help myself.

  “Get in. And don’t make me tell you again,” I say.

  Jax shakes his head, his wavy bangs draping over his beautiful eyes again.

  “Oh, and you might want to get a haircut,” I say, although I actually think he has the sexiest hair on the planet.

  Jax smirks and brushes his bangs to the side as the two of us cross the street. “Anything else I’m doing wrong with my life, dad?”

  I grab his shirt from behind, spin him around, and jam him up against my car. My cock expands in my pants the second my body presses into his. “Wrong? You don't know what wrong is, baby boy. I’m taking you home, and when we get there, I’m going to teach you the real meaning of that word.”

  His eyes widen and his voice is shaky as he says, “What if I’m not as good as you at being wrong?”

  I slide my hand across his waist and press my lips to his. He moans, and I pull back instantly. “You’re plenty good at it, trust me. I can spot a natural from a mile away.”

  I walk around to the passenger side of my car and open the door for him. Even under the dim streetlights, I can tell that he’s blushing, and that I’m making progress.

  Although, in this instance, I’m not so sure progress is the right course of action. I’m only in town for another week or so, then I go back to NYC to finish up with any final edits to Gunner 2. So no matter what happens between Jax and me, this can only end badly.

  Real badly.

  But the worst part of all is that I can't seem to give a shit what happens.

  During the entire ride back to my place, the tension is making my dick hard as it saddles up against the side of my leg. My stomach is in knots, but I manage to focus my attention on the road, letting the Stones’ Gimme Shelter take us back to my hotel.

  I enter the hotel foyer with Jax, nod at the night concierge, someone I haven’t seen yet (although I'm sure he’s been briefed on my stay here), and head up to the top floor.

  I slide my card through the access panel on the door to my room. A surge of energy courses through my body as Jax and I enter my hotel suite. Bringing someone up to my hotel room isn’t my first rodeo by any means, especially once Merissa and I worked out our own little agreement.

  But tonight, right now, this whole experience with Jax feels like something really big is about to happen.

  I laugh to myself as I set my keys down on the slab of granite in the entryway. I turn and look at Jax, his eyes sexy but nervous as hell looking.

  And that’s exactly how I want him to feel right now.

  “You still never told me how you knew where I was tonight,” he says.

  I pour myself a glass of scotch. “Thirsty?” I say. He nods yes, and I hand him mine and pour another glass. “And you never showed any real appreciation for me saving your ass tonight.”

  He smiles. And it’s even more beautiful than I remember. Damn, if could a get an oversized canvas of his smile alone, it'd be worth hundreds of Oscars. "I said thank you earlier," he says. “Do you think you crushed that guy’s ribs?” he adds.

  I drain my glass of scotch and walk up to him. “I don't know, probably. I'm just glad you didn't hurt.”

  “They weren’t going to hurt me,” he says.

  “It didn't appear that way to me," I say, shaking my head. "Why is it that I seem to know more about your life you?”

  “Relax, Ty. I'm not one of your luxury cars that you have to keep from getting dented. And I'm pretty sure there are not titles granted from the RMV when it comes to human beings."

  I wrap my hand around the backside of his neck and pull his head back slightly. I slide my tongue up his neck until I reach his ear, taking in his intoxicating scent along the way. “Wrong, Jax. Tonight, I own every fucking bit of you, title or no title.”

  He gasps and turns his body around so that his ass is facing me. “You shouldn’t be doing that, baby boy. I’m going to eat you alive.”

  “Bring it on,” he whispers.

  "Are you sure about that?" I rasp. I pull his shirt up and off his body, then spin him around. I sink my teeth gently onto his soft, pink nipple. It’s better than anything I’ve ever tasted before, and I’ve tasted plenty.

  He lets out a hungry moan. I pull away from him and sit back onto the pure, white hotel suite couch. “I think so,” he says.

  I grin as I lean back and clasp my hands behind my head. “It's a huge turn on for me when you fight back, but you're even sexier when you follow my rules,” I say.

  His lips form the most sinister smile ever. “Then tell me what to do, Ty.”

  I reach down between my thighs and shift my stiff dick that's trapped up against my leg. Jax spots the outline of my thick cock in my pants, forcing his eyes to widen. “Tonight, you call me Daddy. Understand?” Oh fuck, a rush of heat shoots up my spine the second I let the words seep out. When it comes to all things physical, I’m not shy…

  But even I’ve never taken things this far before.

  If only I could stop myself, despite the warning signs I’m getting in my stomach right now.

  Jax’s lip form an innocent, absolutely fuckable pout. “I understand, Daddy.”

  Fucking God. My balls draw tight and I spread my legs wide. My heart starts to pound hard in my chest. “Come over here, baby boy.”

  “You must be so mad at me, Daddy. It's been a long day, and I know I've been nothing but trouble for you,” he says, surrendering to my every want.

  “You have no idea how out of line you’ve been. Now come over here, and start making things right.”

  Jax walks towards me. He bites down on his lower lip as I unzip his pants. I reach my hand in between his thighs and grab his balls. My cock stiffens even more as my breath gets trapped somewhere in the center of my chest. I need to relax.

  Take your time, Ty. This is one part of your life that shouldn't be rushed.

  “Do you like my balls, Daddy?”

  I rub his balls and grit my teeth. “I could tell you just how much, but showing you seems even better.”

  He nods in agreement I pull his briefs all the way down over his manhood, and his hard cock springs right toward me. I run my thumb around the tip, tilting his cock up so that I can get a good angle on his clean shaven balls with my mouth. “Fuck, baby boy. You taste delicious.”

  I pull his body in closer to me and then tug his pants down to his ankles. “Take them off. I need you totally naked,” I order him.

  He does exactly what I ask him to. Jax is now standing completely naked in my hotel room, ready to do whatever I tell him to. This feels unreal, too good to be true. “Come here, baby boy. Lie down over my lap.” His tongue slips out for a moment, causing thoughts of me jamming my dick in that tight, pouty mouth of his to flood my brain.

  But that can’t happen, not yet anyway. Jax lies across my legs, his tight ass staring right back at me. I wet my finger with my moist tongue and start toying with his hole. I whack his ass with my other hand, not too hard, but not too soft either… just enough to send a message. “I'm a very busy man, Jax. Do you think I need to be dealing with the shit you pulled today?” I say.

  He moans but doesn’t answer. I give him another whack. "You're not getting out of this the easy way, baby boy."

  “Yes, I already told you I was a bad boy,” he says in a sexy, almost whiny voice.

  I slide my wet finger into his hole. Jax claws his fingers into the couch. Watching his tight little ass squirm like this, with his head arched back all the way, my cock is already on the verge of unloading in my pants. I slide him down so that his head is now hovering over my lap. “I think you know what to do, am I right?” I say, watching as Jax gawks at the package I have waiting for him in my pants.

  He brushes his golden bangs out of his eyes. Jax tugs at the zipper in
my pants, but I’m not in the mood for waiting. I unbutton my pants and slide my underwear down to my knees. Jack’s dives right in, his mouth wide open, his hand grabbing my dick tight.

  Fuck. He slides the tip of my cock into his mouth, and I swear to God I’m going to blow my load right this second.

  I lean back even deeper into the couch and spread my legs wider as Jax takes my thick shaft into the back of his throat. He pulls away and says, “Am I doing a good job, Daddy?” His eyes are droopy, like a puppy looking up to his master for praise.

  Just how the way I like it.

  He may be young and confused about his life, but he knows exactly what he should be doing right now with my body.

  And the better he makes me feel, the more I want to reciprocate. I want to pick him up, bend him over this couch, and bury my cock in his ass.

  And then hold him in my arms for hours and hours.

  Shit. I didn't just think that, did I?

  I feel like I’m losing it in every possible way... physically, mentally, emotionally.

  I rub my hand up and down his bare back muscles, savoring the way every sharply cut muscle on his body feels beneath my fingertips.

  Jax takes a quick breather and looks up at me, the tip of my cock resting on his lip. He says nothing, but I know exactly what he’s thinking…

  He can't believe this is happening... that's what they all think. The only difference, this time, is that I can't believe this is happening either. The others... I could have taken them or left them in a heartbeat. Half of them escaped my brain within minutes after them leaving my hotel room. But somehow everything feels different with Jax, and I'm not so sure I'm ready for these feelings.

  My thoughts disappear the second Jax takes my cock back into his warm, wet mouth. I run my hands through his hair as his lips form a vacuum around my shaft, my tip throbbing on his tongue.

  “That’s my baby boy, now you’re starting to behave,” I say.

  He grins as he sucks, holding onto the base of my cock as his head bobs up and down. I reach down and give his tight ass another spank, then I let my fingers claw into his asscheek and rest as I push my dick into his mouth as deep as I can fit it.

  I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but this is the by far the best blowjob I’ve ever had. And it’s not just my cock that’s on fire, my whole body feels electric.

  Jax comes up for one quick gasp of air, then drags his tongue across the entire length of my shaft. He licks my tip like it’s the best lollipop he’s ever had, and then starts to swallow me whole again.

  Goddamn, I can’t take another second of this. I push my throbbing cock towards his mouth and start to groan, finding my way back to his hole with my finger. I can feel myself about to have a major orgasm, and I want to warn him since I’m about to unload a huge amount of come from my cock. “That’s so good, Jaxy. You’re gonna make Daddy come,” I say.

  I try to pull my cock out of his mouth as I start to come, but he won’t let me. “No, Daddy. I promised to make it up to you,” he says, his words muffled by my cock smothering his tongue.

  He grabs onto my hips to secure his position and then swallows my load.

  Wave after wave of pleasure wash over my entire body. I've literally never felt a release like this in my entire fucking life.

  I want to groan really loudly as I slouch back on the couch, but I fight back the urge. Instead, I pull him towards me so that he's resting safely in my arms. Normally, I’d already be gone from this couch if it was any other hookup, but I find myself not wanting to move even a single muscle so long as he's in my arms.

  Jax laughs, out of nowhere. “Did I miss the joke?” I say.

  He looks down at his leg. There is a huge puddle of come, his come, on his thigh. “Yeah, I kind of couldn’t keep it together,” he says.

  I hadn't noticed that he came too. Jesus, that's even hotter. “Guess not,” I say, part of me wanting to dab his come with the tip of my tongue.

  I gently guide his face so that he’s looking right at me. “That was really hot. I have to say…” my voice trails off.

  What’s the point? I could tell him that our hookup was the best I’ve ever had and that I’m enjoying this moment more than any other moment for as long as I can remember, but why?

  I won’t be in Boston for very long. And even if I was going to be back here for a while, getting into a serious relationship with a man just doesn't fit with my agenda. I told myself I’d wait five years, and then come out to the public.

  Unfortunately, it's been over six years since I made that promise to myself.

  I just can’t bring myself to do it, not yet at least. I’m not ashamed of being gay, not even close. But my agent and the studio will never get behind that fact. So I play the game, for now.

  Jax leans in close and eventually cozies up to my warm chest. “You have to say what?” he asks in a low, sexy voice.

  His cheeks are warm and moist as they rest on my body.

  I find my chest tightening, like my heart is being squeezed in a vice.

  “I don't know, I forgot what I was going to say," I respond.

  He looks up and we lock eyes. He raises a brow. I hate that this fucking kid can see right through my bullshit. When it comes to faking it, they don’t get much better than me. I get paid millions of dollars to fake shit for a living, that’s what great actors do. But right from the start, I got the feeling that Jax could read me every step of the way.

  “Sure, Ty,” he says softly, resting his head back down on my chest.

  I grab the dimmer remote and lower the lighting in the room. I wrap my arms around Jax’s body and hold him close. If I could get any closer, I would. It’s like I have this irrational desire to put him inside of me, and vice versa, so that we are one body.

  And one soul.

  I need to calm down before this situation gets out of control.

  “What are we doing?” Jax says.

  I chuckle softly. The truth is, I have no idea. I just know it needs to end before someone gets hurt. And by someone, I mean Jax.

  At least I think that’s who I mean.

  “It’s just a little fun, baby boy. Do you like it when I hold you?” I say.

  He glances up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and joy. “I don’t understand how this is happening, but I don’t want it to end if that answers your question.”

  “One step at a time,” I say. I get a stabbing pain in my stomach, knowing that I'm not being fully honest with him.

  The truth is, nothing has had to end more than the two of us.

  “How many steps are there, Ty?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my back and squeezing me tightly. It’s clear that Jax is taking well to his baby boy role, it seems to fit us both perfectly. And I sure as hell love being his daddy.

  I look over at the clock on the cable box. Shit, it’s 9:15. Merissa will be here in less than three hours. “I really can't say, Jax,” I say, nausea setting in my stomach as I say those words to him.

  The only thing I know is that I’m going to enjoy this last amount of time I have with Jax, and I’m going to let him enjoy it too. Once Merissa comes, I need to get back on my movie PR horse and promote the hell out of Gunner 2. That’s why I’m here in the first place, and that needs to remain at the forefront of my mind.

  “Okay, I'll go with that for now, Daddy,” he says, his voice soft and delicate as he rests his head on my shoulder.

  The two of us yawn at the exact same moment. Within minutes, Jax drifts off to sleep. I feel terrible knowing what’s in store for him.

  And me.

  I rock him slowly in my arms as he sleeps. It feels amazing. Beyond amazing. My eyes grow heavy, and I accidentally find myself getting sleepy, forgetting all about my career, Merissa, and why I’m here in Boston right now.

  I’m not here for this, that’s for sure, I keep reminding myself before I drift off to sleep too.

  I startle from my sleep, my heart pounding like a drum. It happen
s sometimes, shitty dreams from when I was a kid. Only this time, my nerves immediately calm down as I open my eyes and realize that Jax, fully naked, is still nestled in my arms.

  His eyes slowly open, and I swear to I’ve never seen anyone look this adorable and sexy all at once. “What happened?” he says.

  “You fell asleep. My baby was exhausted.”

  He smiles. “I guess so. And your body was so warm, I couldn’t resist passing out in your arms.”

  “Yeah, I've been told that before," I say, regretting the moment the words leave my lips. "Wait, that sounded bad."

  The truth is, I’ve never felt the way I feel around him with anybody else. But I can’t tell him that, that’d only complicate matters. Make shit more painful. And for what?

  “Thanks, Ty,” he says, a look of sadness washing over his gaze as he gets up and starts fishing for his clothes. My breath tightens as I watch him get dressed, wishing I could fly back in time and take back my comment. "How long are you in town for?" he asks, turning the subject on its head.

  I consider lying to him at first, but I can't bring myself to do it. "Just a few days. I'm back home to raise money for some local charities here in Boston and to promote my next movie."

  His eyes don't change a bit on the outside, but I can feel a shift. "And then what? You fly to the next city to save some other unsuspecting thief from ending up in jail?" he says lightly. Although it doesn't feel light, not at all.

  I smirk and run my hands through his hair. It feels like silk as I weave my fingers in and out of it. I take both hands and try to make his bangs stand up straight as a joke. He smiles and grabs my arm, sending a flurry of electricity all the way up it. "I'd hardly say that I saved you. You never needed saving in the first place. Maybe just a little shift in your life's general course of direction, am I right?"

  "A little? Compared to what you've done with your life, I couldn't say I that need to find myself a little and not feel like I'm totally full of shit."

  I hold his face in my hands and kiss his lips softly. "The money is nice to have, no doubt. But it doesn't mean my life is problem free. It's just one area in my life that I can check off as not having to worry about. You have strengths that I'll never have, trust me."