“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 thestorm. 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 wantmore,” 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.
