“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.”
9
DAMON
I wake stiff, but warm, with Rowan snuggled up to me, his head on my shoulder, his hands resting loosely on my hips. He’s adorable. I blink wearily and stare out the window. It’s bright outside. The sky is clear. Birds are twittering. Snow blankets everything, which probably means we’re still stuck. An odd rumbling sound is approaching from behind us, though whatever it is, it still seems far away. I twist so I can see out the back window.
“Huh? What’s wrong?” Rowan sounds barely awake.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Something’s coming.”
“Something what?”
“A snow plough, I think.”
“We’re going to get rescued?”
“No one knows we’re here, so I don’t think it’s a rescue. They’re probably just clearing the roads so the locals aren’t trapped anymore.”
Rowan chuckles. “We’re half naked and there’s a dildo on the seat.”
“We should get dressed. Quickly.”
“You’re no fun.”
“Getting arrested wouldn’t be fun.”
He pecks my lips. “As long as we can get fully naked later. In the hotel room.” He pauses and searches my face. “That’s still the plan, isn’t it?”
