by Olivia Black
He didn’t fit in with the crowd, considering most of the men were wearing cowboy attire. Jacob had never been a cowboy, he preferred his Harley over a horse. But that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy checking out the tight blue jeans, hats, and boots. He never had to wait too long for a man to approach him. By the end of the night, he had phone numbers and offers for a quick fuck. He wanted more from a man, but so far, nobody caught and held his attention for more than a one-night situation.
That was until the front door opened and a group of men poured inside his bar. He recognized Wyatt right away, but the others were all new. One man in particular caught his attention as he stepped around Wyatt’s giant shoulders. The first look took Jacob’s breath away—long brown hair, slim, athletic build, and plump, kissable lips. He wanted to spend hours with that mouth and those lips—kissing, sucking, and nibbling.
You gorgeous fucker!
Jacob stared openly.
As the man drew closer, their eyes connected and held. He has the most beautiful blue eyes. The man’s eyes were fucking unbelievable, a shade he’d never seen before. It looked to be a mix between azure and sky blue—cerulean. Unique and precious. Jacob knew he could get lost in the stranger’s gorgeous globes. This man was definitely new to the area. Jacob would’ve remembered seeing him around.
Jacob’s cock hardened as he watched the man walk toward him. Not wanting to seem too eager or available, he busied himself by wiping down the bar.
One look, one half-assed conversation, and everything changed for Jacob. He hadn’t even been formally introduced to the man, but there was just something that he was drawn to. Everyone around him vanished. Even if they didn’t speak the rest of the night, he planned to contact Cody White or Wyatt Thompson, two men that worked at the Belt Buckle Ranch.
Even now, with the man across the room, Jacob couldn’t seem to stop looking at him. Baby boy, what’s your name?
There was something almost innocent about the young man that Jacob couldn’t quite explain. With his long hair and facial hair, he appeared older, but Jacob could tell he was young. The look in his eyes was fragile, almost damaged. He needed something Jacob knew he could supply—protection and love. He wanted to lift the man up and carry him to his apartment above the bar.
Shaking his head, he went back to work, filling orders and chatting with the regulars that sat at the bar.
He refrained from looking toward the group of men, specifically his fantasy guy. When the music changed, a slow song coming on, Jacob wished he could leave the bar unattended. He wanted to ask the young man to take a stroll around the dance floor. He wanted to feel his lithe body inside his arms. Scowling at his romantic thoughts, Jacob slid a beer across the shiny bar top.
Stop thinking about him.
“Hey,” a voice called out, and Jared looked over and saw the same twinkling blue eyes.
“Hi, you need another beer?” Jacob sauntered over.
“No, I’m good.” He lifted his bottle. “I’m Jared Carter. I’m new to the area.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Jared. I’m Jacob Monroe, I own the place.” Jacob stuck his hand out and Jared took it. His smaller hand fit inside Jacob’s and he rubbed his thumb along the soft skin along the knuckles.
“Listen, I…” Jared started, but they were interrupted by a loud ruckus near the dance floor.
Standing tall, Jacob tried to catch what was happening. It barely took ten seconds for him to figure it out when someone yelled, “Fight!”
Thinking about Jared’s safety, Jacob reached over the bar and pulled the man into his arms. Fists swung, glass broke, and tables toppled over. The place was going to hell and fast.
“Shit!” he yelled, holding Jared close as a chair came flying at them. Liquor bottles toppled over, spilling glass and alcohol around them in a giant puddle. “Jared, I need you to go through that door and up the stairs.” Jacob pointed to the side door leading to his apartment. “Wait for me to come and get you.”
Jared did as ordered while Jacob called the sheriff. He was glad the young man was out of harm’s way. He could now focus on what was happening around him. Most of the patrons were rushing out the front door, leaving the bar, but a few others stayed behind to fight.
He didn’t want to spend the rest of the night cleaning, not when Jared was going to be inside his apartment, but it didn’t seem like he had much of a choice.
* * * *
Jared slammed the door behind him as a glass whizzed past his head. He jogged up a single flight of stairs and walked right into Jacob’s apartment.
Looking around, he felt at home in an instant. The walls were painted a warm, creamy tone and there were family pictures hung around the space. The apartment had an open concept with a few well-placed walls to hide the bedroom and bathroom. The hardwood floors were covered with a thick rug with various blue designs.
Jared started to explore, looking at all the smiling faces in each frame. It looked as though Jacob came from a big family, and for a minute Jared envied him as he stared at the man’s mom, dad, and siblings. Growing up in a boy’s home was no picnic. Holidays and birthdays were the absolute worst. It reminded him how alone he really was in the world.
Sighing, Jared’s shoulders dropped as he made his way to the sitting area. He let himself fall back into the couch, the ultra-soft material swallowing him whole. The apartment was silent. With each minute that passed, Jared wondered if he should’ve just gone home. Yes, he was attracted to the bartender. Hell, he was planning to proposition the man before a fight broke out. But now, he wasn’t sure if the plan was a good idea. He was inside Jacob’s apartment wanting to fulfill the only fantasy he’d ever had.
How long had he been dreaming about finding a daddy? He’d never shared the dream with a soul. How could he when just the thought made him embarrassed? What would people think about him? Would his friends assume that he was dirty or sick in some way?
Shoving his fingers through his long hair, Jacob tried to calm his frazzled nerves. As the fear slowly subsided, he started to think about the fight.
Did he really just see Oliver on the ground pounding his fists into some guy’s face? It seemed so strange that Oliver—a man who tended to keep to himself—had gotten into a fight and started a brawl in the middle of a bar. Well, maybe not. He shrugged. Oliver could be a loudmouth.
When the door opened, Jared jerked his head up and watched as Jacob strode toward him. “I hate to start our night off on the wrong foot, baby boy, but I need your help.”
“What can I do?” Jared stood up.
Jacob came in close, their bodies a breath away from touching, and Jared pulled his lower lip into his mouth, biting down. He didn’t know what Jacob wanted, but he sure as hell hoped it was something that ended with him naked and bent over.
“I know that you and your brothers are living at the Belt Buckle Ranch, but I need the man’s name that started the fight. I already locked up the bar. Sheriff Ramsey is waiting for my call. He’s heading to the ranch right now.”
Just like that, Jared felt like a bucket of iced water poured over him, cooling not only his attitude but also his libido. Stepping back, he shook his head slowly. How was he supposed to give up Oliver’s name, knowing the man would probably be arrested? Jacob gripped Jared’s hips, pulling him back.
“I won’t press charges, if that’s what you want,” Jacob promised, staring deep into Jared’s eyes.
“I can’t ask…” Jared started, but Jacob shook his head, interrupting him.
“You aren’t asking me to do anything. I won’t press charges, if you can trust me enough to give me your brother’s name. He’ll just have to come and help clean the place up.” There was something sincere in Jacob’s voice and Jared desperately wanted to believe him.
“Oliver Davis.” Jared wasn’t sure if he’d made the right decision, but at least Jacob wouldn’t press charges.
Chapter 2
After Jacob’s phone call, he came back into the living room
. He didn’t waste any time getting to the heart of what he really wanted, now that the business with the sheriff was taken care of.
Jacob cupped his cheeks and Jared barely held back a moan. The man’s heated skin warmed his face and it took all his strength not to nuzzle closer for a deeper, more intimate touch. There was something seriously intense about the man standing in front of him that made Jared feel weak in the knees.
“I’m too old to play games, so I’ll tell you straight, baby boy. I’m looking for something long term. Are you seeing anyone?” He asked the one question Jared hadn’t been expecting. The one question he was dreading.
How the hell am I supposed to explain my relationship with Gabe? Swallowing hard, Jared’s mind went to Gabe, but he pushed the man away. He loved his friend, but they would never have anything more than a friendship. There was no romance or passion. Instead of verbalizing his answer, Jared shook his head.
Jacob pulled him even closer and slipped a long, jean-clad thigh between his legs. The first brush of his cock against Jacob’s leg sent jolts of pleasure racing through Jared’s body. He couldn’t help but moan as his eyes rolled back. Fuck! He’d been dreaming of this. Of being overwhelmed by another man to the point where he might just lose his mind completely.
Pulling Jared down harder on his leg, Jacob bent to whisper in his ear. “I’ve been dreaming about having you inside my apartment since I saw you walk into the bar. I want you, baby boy.”
Jared looked up at him and Jacob seized his lips in an aggressive kiss, sliding his tongue deeply into Jared’s mouth. Their bodies completely touching, their tongues dancing, Jared let his body take control of his mind as he ground himself against Jacob. When a strong hand covered his erection, Jared lost all conscious thought. His head filled with a small babbling voice, begging and pleading. Please take me. I want to be yours. I want to belong to you.
“Yes,” he hissed when he felt Jacob release the buttons of his jeans in one hard tug.
It seemed the big man was as turned on as he was, and within seconds, Jared’s cock was free of its constraint and being squeezed in Jacob’s hand. It didn’t take long for him to be pushed to the edge of no return. He couldn’t stop himself from release even if he wanted to.
“Oh fuck,” Jared cried as his head tipped back. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me, boy.” Jacob grunted as he pushed his thumb against the sensitive underside of Jared’s cock.
Vibrating with his release, Jared pumped his seed into Jacob’s large, callused hand. Jared blinked opened his eyes, panting rapidly and watched as Jacob raised his hand and licked off Jared’s essence.
“Oh, God,” he moaned at the erotic sight.
Jared’s fingers shook as he reached out and started undressing Jacob—one article of clothing at a time, until the man was only wearing black jeans and socks. Going to his knees, Jared removed the man’s jeans, pulling them down his thick thighs. Jacob’s hard cock bounced out from the confines of his jeans and Jared licked his lips, inspecting the perfect nine-inch cock in his face.
Oh, fuck! He’s got a perfect dick.
Beautiful cursive ink on Jacob’s tan hipbone caught his attention, and Jared traced the cursive with his fingertip.
Daddy.
Jared’s breath caught in his throat and he opened his mouth, panting.
Was this real? Could his fantasy really come true? He was so fucking excited, he didn’t know what to do first. Wrapping a shaky fist around Jacob’s shaft, Jared slowly jacked his length. Tonight he was going to live his fantasy and enjoy the hell out of each and every second.
Taking a deep breath, Jared looked up and stared into Jacob’s eyes, and dove right in.
“Will you to teach me, Daddy?”
* * * *
A wave of dominance and desire surged through Jacob’s body, as he felt pre-cum dripping from the head of cock. He stared down at Jared, kneeling at his feet, the perfect picture of submission.
“Jared, do you even know what that endearment means? Better yet, do you call all older men like me Daddy?” He hoped not, but he still wanted to know.
There was a bit of an age gap, but he didn’t know how many years, not that it mattered. He preferred his lovers to be younger. It helped his need to be a daddy in the relationship.
“No.” He shook his head, his eye glowing with honesty. “But, I’ve always wanted a daddy.”
Jacob’s thoughts were now consumed with vividly wicked pictures. He wanted Jared to be his baby boy. He’d been searching for the perfect man, but so far, he hadn’t found a young man that wanted to live the lifestyle. Most were willing to play the part for a night or two. He wondered what type of man Jared was.
He stared into Jacob’s blue eyes. The younger man blinked, waiting for Jacob to speak. Up this close, Jared inspected his features.
You’re so beautiful.
“Being a daddy isn’t a role I take lightly. If you want to pretend and play for a night, I’m not the man for you. You don’t need to be my baby boy in order for us to have sex tonight.”
“That’s not what I want. I don’t want to pretend,” Jared told him.
“Have you ever been in a daddy-boy relationship before?” he asked, and Jared shook his head.
“I need to be the dominant partner in the relationship. My lover has to defer to me in all things that pertain to the relationship. It’s not just sexual either. It could be something as simple as daily decisions. Without it, I’ll never be completely fulfilled, either sexually or emotionally. Do you understand what that means?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “Daddies make decisions, but they also cherish, love, guide, and take care of their…” He paused as if he didn’t know the proper word.
“Baby boys,” Jacob finished for him, and Jared nodded.
Jacob leaned down and placed a kiss on Jared’s lips. Cupping the young man’s cheeks, Jacob deepened the kiss slowly. There was an electric shock of awareness that ran through him, shaking him to the core. Jared’s lips parted a bit, and Jacob pushed his tongue in. He kissed in a slow rhythm, in and out, curling his tongue around Jared’s, twisting and swirling.
Jared slowly pulled back and licked his lips. “Do you want me to be your baby boy?” he asked, his voice small and vulnerable.
Jacob smiled, pushing his fingers through Jared’s hair, cupping his skull. “More than you know.” Staring at the man kneeling at his feet, Jacob remembered his question and ordered, “I want you to suck my cock, baby.”
He watched closely as Jared ran his tongue over the delicate knot of nerve endings under the head before flicking the flared ridge. He shuddered as the moist heat of Jared’s mouth surrounded the cap, suckling gently. Pushing his fingers through the man’s hair, he gripped Jared’s head with both hands and let out a deep groan when Jared sucked him deep. He held his baby boy’s head in position as he began rocking his hips, thrusting gently at first, then he slowly increased his speed. Jared slid his lips up and down Jacob’s shaft, moaning in pleasure.
He stared at the man’s angelic face and hollowed-out cheeks as he sucked, big blue eyes staring at him. He pressed deeper. Jared took every inch of his length into his mouth and swallowed. The man’s nose buried in the dark curls above his cock was the last straw and Jacob almost lost it right then.
“Your mouth is so pretty wrapped around my cock. Do you like sucking my dick, baby boy?” Jacob asked even though he didn’t expect an answer. Jared merely nodded his head. “You’re such a good boy.”
Jared responded by sucking harder, increasing his efforts. Jacob was pulled closer to orgasm. Pulling back, he stopped Jared’s actions abruptly. He couldn’t take Jared’s talented mouth, not if he wanted to sink into the man’s ass.
“Bedroom” was all he could manage.
Holding out his hand, Jared took it and he helped the young man to his feet. He stripped Jared down quickly before picking him up and taking the naked young man into his bedroom. He wanted to spend hours exploring his bab
y boy’s body, but in his current condition—riding the edge of an orgasm—he could barely think straight.
He gently deposited Jared in the middle of the king-sized bed. Yanking open a drawer in the bedside table, he grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom before joining Jared on the bed. He took the young man’s lips in a gentle kiss, moving in between his spread thighs. Jacob flicked open the bottle of lube and slicked up two fingers. He stared down at Jared’s gorgeous body and felt a shiver race through his own. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited. Without being told, Jared lifted his legs off the bed and held them to his chest, exposing himself fully.
“Damn,” he whispered, staring at Jared’s ass.
Jacob circled Jared’s ass with his fingers before pushing them into the tight, hot channel. He felt Jared’s body shudder before the young man let out a low moan. Jacob started a slow rhythm, thrusting his fingers, twisting them, and building up the pace, getting Jared stretched.
When Jared started moving, fucking himself on Jacob’s fingers, he added another digit.
“So good,” he moaned. “Oh, God…need more.”
“Do you like my fingers fucking your ass, baby boy?” Jacob stared at Jared’s face.
He wanted to hear the words. He wanted to know how much Jared liked it.
“Yes, Daddy.” Those two little words were music to his ears.
Jared moaned as he moved his body on Jacob’s fingers, writhing on the bed.
His fingers embedded firmly in Jared’s ass, he reached for the condom and lube. He couldn’t wait another second. He needed to be buried inside his baby boy. Removing his fingers, Jared quickly rolled the condom into place and drizzled extra lube on his hard, aching shaft.
“Hands and knees for Daddy, baby boy,” he said, and Jared complied immediately. He spread Jared’s ass cheeks wide, lined up his cock, and slid into his boy’s ass. “Oh, fuck.”