Chapter 8
ROWAN
I wake in Damon’s arms, warm and snuggly, despite being naked from the waist down. It wasn’t a dream.
“Good nap, boy?” Damon asks.
“Uh-huh.” I sit upright, rub my eyes, and then smile at the gorgeous man whose lap I’m straddling. “You’re very comfy.”
He chuckles. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It was, Daddy.”
He nods at the window. “It’s stopped snowing.”
He’s right. I can see the sky again, the moon and stars. The landscape is blanketed in glistening snow.
“We won’t be able to move the car yet,” he says.
I still can’t tell where the road is.
“We won’t be able to go anywhere until the snow melts, or a snowplough comes along.”
I purse my lips. “That could be several hours yet.”
“Certainly not until morning.”
I click my fingers. “Aww, we’re stuck here. Together.” I drop my voice to a sexy whisper before kissing him.
“I don’t mind. Do you?”
“Not anymore.” Especially if we can repeat the fun we had before I took a nap.
I want more than his fingers inside me, but that’s going to have to wait. Assuming Damon wants to fool around beyond this snowy night. Will he?
I slip my hand between us and stroke his cock. It plumps up in my grasp, becoming stiff. “We could do a lot before morning, Daddy.”
“Are you always this horny?”
“Are you complaining?” I squeeze his cock tighter.
He sucks in a breath and gasps. “No. Answer the question, boy.”
“No. I’m making the most of being here with you.” I release his cock, lower my gaze, and twist my fingers together. “I’m pretty sure this is a once-off for you. If we hadn’t got trapped here, you’d never have looked at me.”
“I looked.” He puts his fingers under my chin and applies upward pressure. “I liked what I saw. A lot.”
“But—?”
“I’m your boss.”
“You keep saying that, and yet you still had your fingers in my arse. Do you regret it?”
“No.”
“Will you do it again when we’re not trapped?”
His gaze darts to the Pride dildo on the neighbouring seat. Oh. So he wants to play with it, does he? I’d be happy to let him. But I still need to know the answer to my question.
“I want to.” He cups my jaw and kisses me tenderly.
“But will you, Daddy?”
He takes his phone out of the pocket in the door and spends a few seconds staring at it, his thumb scrolling the screen. I can’t see what he’s doing, so I wait with bated breath. He puts the phone to his ear, muffling the ringtone.
“Yes, hello. Sorry to call so late. I was supposed to be at the charity ball this evening… Yes, Damon Cole. I’m afraid we got stuck in the snow, but we’d still like to come to the hotel when we get unstuck.
Could I extend our room reservation for another night…
Just one of the rooms… That would be perfect, thank you…
Hopefully we’ll see you soon… Goodbye.” He slips the phone into the car door pocket and stares at me.
“Yes, boy, I will. We’ll have far more fun with a bed, don’t you think? ”
Grinning, I wriggle my hips and squeeze his cock again. “Oh, I think we can have plenty of fun in here, Daddy.”
“It’s a little cramped.”
“Yes, the space is limited, but that just means we need to get creative.”
“You’re still horny?”
“Knowing you’ve booked a hotel room for us has made me even hornier, Daddy.” Especially knowing he’s only extended the reservation on one room. It means he wants me. It means this isn’t just a steamy hookup because we’re trapped and cold. “Can you be creative?”
“I wish we had condoms,” he grates out.
“Me too, but we can pick some up on the way to the hotel.”
“Once we’re unstuck.”
“Which is going to be a while.”
He hums. “Are you still cold?”
“Not while I'm close to you.”
“What if you weren’t?”
I frown. “I’d probably get cold unless you’re going to do something to warm me up.”
He leans across the armrest and picks up the Pride dildo, waggling it in the air in front of my nose. I can’t contain the squeak of excitement that pops out of me.
He pulls the blanket off us, then lays it over the armrest and the other seat. “Lay over this, boy.”
I move instantly, eager to obey his sexy command. I plant my knees beside his thigh, parted as wide as is practical, with my lower legs draped over his lap, and then rest my stomach over the armrest, and lean onto my hands.
“Like this, Daddy?” I glance over my shoulder and waggle my arse.
“Perfect, boy.”
He shifts a little, so he’s facing my arse as much as he can in the confined space, without dislodging my legs.
He squeezes lube over my crack and massages it with his fingertip until it’s warm.
Then he slips his finger inside me. I gasp, groan, and thrust against his finger, wanting to feel him deep inside me.
“You’re so tight, boy, so sexy.”
“Your finger feels so good, Daddy.”
He strokes my prostate. I groan and drop my head between my splayed hands, resting my forehead on the blanket.
Thank fuck Damon put it down. I wouldn’t want to explain cum stains to a valet.
How is Damon going to explain the stains to the costume rental shop?
The thought flies out of my head as he inserts a second finger into my arse.
Now is not the time to be worrying about practical stuff.
All I want to think about is how amazing Damon’s fingers feel.
He’s stretching my arse expertly. I already believe he’s an amazing and caring Daddy, and this is just a taster of what we might do when we eventually get to the hotel.
“Can you take more, boy?”
“I can, Daddy. I can!”
He chuckles and puts a third finger inside me.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”
The Pride dildo is wider than the stretch he’s giving me right now, but it’s not huge.
It’s one of Elevated’s ‘average’ size dildos.
Elevated has some truly huge ones, which I’ve never been brave enough to buy, let alone try.
Maybe I would if I had a Daddy like Damon to help me use it safely.
We could work through Elevated’s whole catalogue of anal toys.
I'm getting ahead of myself. I have to stop doing that.
Enjoy the moment. Savour what Damon is doing to me right now, because it is wonderful.
He slips his fingers free of me.
I whimper. “You stopped.” I look over my shoulder.
He’s applying lots of lube to the Pride dildo.
I shiver in anticipation. I’ve stuck the base to the wall in hotel bathrooms and fucked myself on it plenty of times, but I’ve never had anyone use it on me before. I can’t wait.
“How do you like it?” he asks.
“However you want to give it to me, Daddy.” Slow and gentle, hard and fast, something in between. I don’t care. I just want him to give it to me.
I rest my forehead on the blanket and suck plenty of air into my lungs, holding it until he nuzzles the soft silicone head of the dildo against my hole. He pushes it inside me. I release my breath slowly.
“Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue,” he says, while pushing the dildo until the ball sack-shaped base is nuzzled against my arse cheeks.
“Purple?”
He chuckles. “You don’t want that part inside you.”
No, I don’t.
“You look gorgeous right now, boy?”
“With a dildo up my arse?”
“Yes.”
I shiver. I feel beautiful. And fuck, does the dildo feel good. I bet his cock will feel better, but I’ll have to wait to sample that.
He pulls it until it’s about to fall out of me, pushes it back inside, and then does it again, slowly at first, but picking up speed the more I grunt, groan, gasp, and rock my hips to take it deeper.
“I wish I were sucking your cock right now, Daddy. I want to make you feel good, too.”
He pauses, his fingertips stroking my arse, the shaft of the dildo fully inside me.
“Daddy?”
“You could, boy, if you want to.”
“I want to.” I push so much desire into my voice that it trembles and breaks.
He takes the dildo out of my arse. “Turn around.”
I obey the instruction, kneeling on the other seat. I use one hand for balance, and grasp his cock with the other. I close my mouth around his cock and then bob my head down, taking him deep.
He gasps and thrusts up, enjoying the blow job for a few moments before rewarding me by putting the dildo inside me again.
He fucks my mouth and my arse, and it is wonderful.
I’ve never been filled up at both ends before, and it’s making me fucking delirious.
I suck and lick his shaft, pleasuring him with every trick I know, as I get closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” he rasps.
I should pull off. He’s not wearing a condom. I have no idea what his test status is. But I don’t want to. I want to drink him dry and show him how much I want him. All of him.
He grasps my hair, gently but firmly, and pulls my mouth off his cock just in time.
His cum splatters over my neck and chest, hot and sticky.
I barely have time to register it before my orgasm hits me.
He uses the dildo to fuck me through it, until I’m a quivering wreck, face down in his groin, the blanket damp with my cum.
“Oh, Daddy.” What else is there to say? “If this is what you can do trapped in a car, I can’t wait to find out what you can do in a hotel room.” And beyond, hopefully.
He pulls me onto his lap and covers us in the blanket once more.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his flushed skin. I lift my face, letting him seek out my lips with his own. I press against him, savouring the press of his lips and the taste of his talented tongue.
“If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.”
“It’s not a dream, boy. It’s real and it’s far from over.”