Chapter 7
DAMON
Inviting Rowan to sit on my lap to share body warmth was probably a huge mistake, but it doesn’t feel like it as our kissing becomes more heated.
He’s an excellent kisser. Submissive and touchy-feely.
He runs his hands through my hair, over my nape, and shoulders.
He whimpers and moans with each teasing swipe of my tongue in his mouth, showing me how much he appreciates my kissing skills.
I’ve crossed a line. I’m kissing an employee, and I can’t bring myself to care.
I just want to feel his lips, his fingers, all of him.
But we’re not only dressed, we’re wearing layers.
Or he is, at least, as he’s wearing my jumper.
Is it too cold to undress him so I can feel his chest against mine?
I shouldn’t even be thinking about it. We’re in my brother’s car, for fuck’s sake, in the middle of nowhere.
Cut off. Caught in the worst snowstorm in fuck knows how long.
And Rowan is obviously very into me. And I’m very into him.
He’s beautiful, fun, and enticing. Now that I’ve begun, I don’t want to stop kissing or touching him.
I nudge his clothing until I finally find soft skin. He shivers and presses into the kiss, murmuring against my lips. Every time he moves, his arse brushes over my cock. I’m hard before I know it. He moans and grinds against me, making my cock throb and ache with need.
Panting, I break our kiss, and put my hands on the sides of his face, stroking his cheeks and jaw. “What are we doing?”
“Staying warm?” He lifts his brows in a question, but his eyes twinkle mischievously.
I nip his lower lip. “This feels like more than kissing.”
He sniggers. “Is that bad, Daddy?”
Every time he calls me that, it sends a pleasant shiver racing down my spine.
Being called Daddy has always turned me on, but from his lips, it’s almost magical.
He says it in a way that makes me feel wanted and needed, like it’s both a term of endearment and a plea for me to take care of him however I want.
Right now, that means keeping him warm anyway I see fit.
“No. It feels far too good,” I reply. “We’re getting carried away.”
“Is that a problem?” He flutters his lashes innocently.
Fuck, he’s a brat. How did he describe himself?
Ah, yes. Playful. He’s a playful, seductive brat, and I’m falling for his charms. Is that a problem?
Possibly, but I’m past caring. Being close to him and kissing him has warmed us both up, and I can’t deny that it feels right, or that I want to keep doing it.
“No, it’s not a problem, boy.”
He grins. “I’m glad you said that.” He rocks his hips, making me groan. “Tell me what you want, Daddy.”
“You.”
He chuckles. “How do you want me, Daddy?”
How do I want him? On his knees between my thighs, sucking my cock? Naked, in my arms, riding my cock? Or like this, fully clothed, keeping warm, kissing and making me hard?
He walks his fingers up my costume and plays with the cravat. “Tell me what you want from me, Daddy.”
“It’s my job to keep you warm. Not yours to please me.”
“Can’t we do both? Keep each other warm? Please each other?”
I slide my hands to cup his arse and pull him hard against me. “It’s impossible not to want you.”
He licks his lips seductively. “Then have me, Daddy, however you want me.”
An image of him riding my cock, while kissing me and staring into my eyes, floods my mind. Followed by a sinking realisation.
“Fuck.”
“Yes, please.”
I shake my head. “That’s not what I mean. Well, yes, it is, but we can’t.”
He pouts. “Why not?”
“I don’t have supplies.”
“You might not, but I do. Some, anyway.”
“You have lube and condoms?”
He gives me an apologetic smile. “Lube, yes. Condoms? No. I always have lube in my wash bag when I’m away overnight for work. Hotel rooms can be lonely, you know.”
Now I’m imagining him in a dark hotel room, stroking himself off until he comes. I bet he has a beautiful orgasm face. Does he smile as he comes?
He leans close and whispers into my ear. “I always have a toy, too.”
My cock twitches. “What toy?”
“A dildo. I put my staff discount to good use. I hope it’s one of the toys you designed.” He nibbles my earlobe and sucks on it, while I slowly self-combust with need.
I have a new fantasy: watching him play with his toy.
No. Not just watching. Telling him what to do.
How to use it. How to pleasure himself. Controlling when and how hard he orgasms, all without touching him.
Or me using it on him. Having him sprawled out on a bed, perhaps tied up, while I slide the dildo in and out of him.
Which one is it? Elevated has so many, from realistic ones to fantasy ones, in every imaginable size to suit every arse.
Not having a bed isn’t the only thing standing between me and my fantasies.
“Your overnight bag is in the front of the car, boy.”
And we can’t lower the privacy screen so he can grab it, which means one of us would have to get out of the car to fetch it.
“Damn,” he mumbles. “I didn’t think that through.”
“Did you know we’d end up like this?”
“I hoped we would. Although I wasn’t sure you’d let your guard down enough to kiss me, let alone anything else.”
“I’m your boss.”
“Only sort of. Besides, who’s going to fire you? You?”
“I’m not going to fire myself.”
“Are you going to fire me?”
“No.”
“And you like kissing me?”
“So much.”
“Then the only problem is our annoying lack of lube.”
“We don’t need lube to kiss.”
“No, but we’ve already agreed we’re not going to stop there. Haven’t we?”
“You invited me to have you any way I want you.”
“Are you accepting or declining my invitation, Daddy?”
I pinch his chin between my thumb and forefinger before kissing him. “I’m accepting. But, right now, I want you to get off me.”
He frowns.
“Now.”
He scoots over to the other seat and gives me a sulky pout.
I want him enough to brave the cold for a few seconds to grab his bag.
I toss the blanket to him, open the door, and step into the storm.
The snow is so bad that it almost blinds me.
I shut the door to keep the warmth in the back and open the driver’s door.
I have to lean over to the passenger side to grab his bag.
Within seconds, I’m in the back of the car again, teeth chattering.
Rowan comes to me, covering us in the blanket. He rubs my hands, kisses my lips, cheeks, and nose, until I’m warm again. It’s me who should be taking care of him, but I fucking adore the care he’s showing me.
“Show me your toy.” My voice is low and husky, betraying my curious need to know what sort of toys he’s into.
Grinning, he rifles through his bag and pulls out Elevated’s Pride dildo. It’s realistic in shape and size, but coloured like the Pride flag, with red at the tip and purple at the base.
“Did you design this one, Daddy?”
“It was my idea.”
“I love it. It feels so good inside.”
He holds it upright and wobbles it back and forth until my mouth is watering, and my cock—which the cold deflated a little—is rock hard again. He puts it on the other seat and finds a small bottle of lube, which he drops onto my lap.
“How do you want me, Daddy?”
I unfasten his first pair of trousers. “In fewer clothes. I’ll keep you warm.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
The car is roomy, but it’s not even remotely tall enough for either of us to stand, so taking his trousers off—both pairs—and mine, is difficult and clumsy, but we manage, kissing as often as possible while we do so.
I pull him onto my lap once more, our cocks rubbing against each other as we squish them between our stomachs.
We’ve got rid of our shoes but have kept our socks and tops on.
The blanket is draped over us, hiding our semi-undressed state in case, by some miracle, someone finds the car and looks in on us.
I put lube on my forefinger and trail it down his crack to his hole.
Kissing him, I slip my finger inside him, eliciting a groan from him which vibrates through my mouth and tongue.
He grinds his cock against mine, gyrating his hips as I finger his hot, tight arse.
He feels so damn good. I move my hips, too, in time with his, thrusting up as he lifts, and down when he sits.
I use my free hand to hold him tightly, while he plays with my hair and tickles my nape.
Our lips remain fused, our tongues dancing.
I want more than my finger inside him, but I won’t risk it without a condom.
Besides, his channel feels so damn good around my finger, and he’s fucking it desperately.
We’re breathing hard. The friction of his cock against mine is wonderful.
The windows are steaming up. We’re generating so much heat, I’m almost sweating.
“Daddy,” he whimpers.
“Is that good, bratty boy?”
“Oh, yes, so good. I want more,” he whines.
I give him a second finger, sliding them back and forth hard and fast, to a chorus of his groans and squelching lube.
My balls are full and heavy. My cock is throbbing.
I pull him tighter against me. Finger his arse desperately.
His fingers tangle into my hair. Our kisses become frenzied and sloppy, but still wonderful.
So wonderful. I’m giddy. I can’t believe we’re fooling around like this in my brother’s deliriously expensive car, while I’m half-dressed as Scrooge, and Rowan is wearing my jumper and looking fucking sexy in it, too.
I can’t believe it, and yet I’m so happy it’s happening.
“Come with me, bratty boy,” I gasp.
Oh, his arse is so hot and tight, and he’s grinding against me.
I can tell he wants more. Wants my cock as much as I want him to take it.
Why the fuck don’t I keep condoms in my wash bag?
I make a mental note to do so from now on, as if this is going to happen again.
Oh, fuck, I want it to happen again. To feel him properly and be inside him.
To tie him up and kiss him and fuck him and be his Daddy.
“Come for Daddy.”
He groans, tenses, and then shudders, his arse squeezing my fingers tight.
I come just as violently, my cock quivering and jerking against his.
I slip my fingers free of his arse. We kiss and pant and kiss some more.
I brush his sweaty, floppy hair away from his forehead and kiss his sweat-soaked skin.
“Warmer now?” I ask.
He laughs. “Very warm, Daddy.”
The windows are completely steamed up. My top—my hired top—is soaked with our cum, as is my jumper.
I don’t care. I kiss him some more, unable to get enough of the taste of him.
It’s unbelievable. A few minutes ago, I was resisting my desire for him, playing the dutiful boss.
Now all I can think about is getting him somewhere—anywhere—else and fucking him senseless. What is wrong with me?
“That was so good,” he says. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“More.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible.”
“Trust me, it is.” I hold him against me, tucking the blanket firmly around us.
He rests his head on my shoulder. “I’m sleepy now, Daddy. Warm and sleepy.”
I kiss the crown of his head. “Sleep, then, boy. I’ll keep you warm.”
He makes a contented sound. “I know you will. You’re a good Daddy.”
And, right now, while we’re trapped, I don’t want to be anything else.