Page 30 of A Daddy for Christmas 2: Kitt

I smiled to myself and thought about a real Christmas dinner at a house decorated especially for Christmas—I hadn’t had that since my granddad passed away. I started to tear up again but stifled it because I knew he’d fuss and tell me to stop it. He might even tell me to “man up” like my brother did sometimes. I didn’t think he would, but I knew I wouldn’tbe able to take words like that coming from Rio. And I’d been disappointed by people before. I just didn’t think I could stand it coming from him.

Chapter Six

Rio

We spent the night in Ft. Smith, Arkansas at another Hampton Inn just off I-40. I had gone shopping for some snacks he’d asked for the night before we checked in, and I made sure to buy some lube and condoms while I was at it. I didn’t think I’d be able to put off making love to him for long, and I wanted to be prepared this time. He was too tired by the time we stopped and ate dinner, so by the time I’d taken a shower and come back into the bedroom, he was sound asleep on the king-sized bed. I pulled him into my arms to nuzzle his neck and he lifted his lips for a kiss that made my pulse go crazy, but he never fully roused. I stripped him and settled him on the pillows and climbed in beside him to wrap my arms around him and cuddle him all night.

I awoke him early the next morning though by rolling over and taking his warm cock in my hand to fondle it. He sighed and shifted closer to me, his shaft hardening in my grip, but his eyes still not opening.

“Good morning, kitten,” I crooned in his ear. He turned and murmured something unintelligible that showed me he wasn’t really awake, but he lifted his lips to me again.

“Sleepy, baby? I bet I can wake you up.” I rolled over and found the lube and a condom on the bedside table and quickly got myself ready. Then I pulled back the covers and parted those pretty thighs of his. I nuzzled his throat, and he slowly opened his eyes and locked them on mine.

“Wha…? What are you doing?”

I was barely listening, too consumed with the feel of the warm flesh I’d taken in my hand to pleasure him. He said it again, though and I smiled at him.

“If you don’t know, then I’m not doing it right.”

I bent over to kiss the head of his cock and enjoyed his sharp little intake of breath. I deep-throated him, making the suction strong, as the head of his cock bumped the back of my throat. He made a hoarse noise in his throat, and at the same time, I slid a lubed finger up inside him, locating his prostate and giving it a nice little rub. He writhed on the bed and screamed his pleasure as he came so hard his entire body shuddered for a full thirty seconds afterward.

He looked up at me and shouted, “Rio!”

“That’s me. Are you awake now, baby?” I teased him and added another finger to the one still inside him. I gave his prostate an even harder rub this time and watched him come apart in my hands. I took mercy on him and stopped torturing him, fishing out more of the lube and coating my shaft with it again. I lay down beside him and pulled him over on top of me.

“Ride me, Kitten.”

He was still trembling with reaction, and it was maybe a little painful for him so soon after his orgasm, but he straddled my hips like a good boy as I cupped his ass with both hands. Slowly I lowered him over my shaft. As he sank down on top of me, impaling himself, he moaned and then began to grind into me. When I came after only a few minutes, the climax surprised me with its power and shook me to my core. It amazed me how fast he got me going and how I didn’t have much control with him. Somehow the intensity of my feelings for Kitt had slipped up on me. It was like watching a snowstorm and seeing the flakes falling, but not realizing how quickly they were piling up until everything was covered by them. I had a feeling that I had nohope of digging my way out of this, and I didn’t know if I wanted to anyway.

I kissed him and fondled him for a while longer, but hunger finally drove us from bed. We showered together and got dressed. Then we went down to the little dining room to eat breakfast and get some coffee. Or I got coffee, at least. Kitt had a big glass of milk with his waffles, oatmeal and bacon. I liked that he was eating more like what I’d told him to. We had to work on the oatmeal a little to get him to eat it, and I had to cut up a couple of bananas to go in it. I had to add a little sugar too, even though it was already flavored, but that was something we could work on.

We went upstairs to get our bags, and I tried to hurry him along. Not that I hadn’t been the one to delay so far, but I was getting a funny feeling that I didn’t like in the pit of my stomach. After my time in Afghanistan, I’d learned not to ignore those strange, little feelings when they came. I felt like we should leave as soon as we could. And maybe even take a different route.

I settled up with the hotel, and we went out to the adjacent parking deck to get in the car. It was cold out that morning, and I thought I needed to find Kitt a warmer coat soon.

This was a midtown hotel, not far off the interstate, but it was a Sunday, so at this hour of the morning, we had the parking deck pretty much to ourselves. I opened the back of the SUV and threw the bags inside, and on a hunch, I reached for the tire iron in the back. I usually kept one handy, and I couldn’t say why I felt I needed it now, but it all went back to that odd feeling again.

That’s when I heard the sound of squealing tires. There was a flash of movement to my left and a black sedan with darkened windows came from below us on the deck, going way too fast and careening recklessly around the corners.

“Get in the car!” I yelled to Kitt. “And lock the doors! Don’t get out for anything, no matter what happens!”

The car screeched to a stop beside me, and I turned to face whatever this was. Almost before I could react, the doors flew open, and a couple of guys jumped out. I charged into the fight, not like a soldier, but like the bar fighter I used to be back in the days before the Army. It seemed appropriate to the situation. I kicked the first guy in the nuts and swung the tire iron at his head with enough force that it made a sickening crack. He dropped like a rock, but the other guy was on top of me by then, ramming his fist into my face. Blood burst out of my nose, and the blow stunned me for a moment, but then I saw him pull out a gun. He pointed it right at the center of my forehead and that’s when a bag suddenly slammed into the back of his head, surprising him more than anything else and giving me a chance to grab and twist his arm, almost breaking it. He fell on the pavement, writhing and moaning, and I kicked him in the head enough times that I thought he wouldn’t be getting back up again anytime soon.

I turned and grabbed Kitt, who was standing there, his chest heaving with exertion and holding his bag. I shook him a little because he’d scared me half to death.

“What are you doing? You could have been shot, damn it. I told you to get in the fucking car!”

“And let you get your ass whipped? He had a gun!”

“I know that!” I rifled through his pockets and found his wallet and a cell phone. I dialed 911 and when the operator answered, I asked for an ambulance to the parking deck of the hotel and told her there had been a fight and guns had been involved. I hung up as they were asking me my name.

I put both their weapons inside their vehicle and locked the doors with the keys still inside. Then I pushed Kitt into the car and we took off. I saw the ambulance and a police car coming with lights and sirens by the time we hit the redlight at the end of the street.

“Are you all right?” I asked as he struggled to catch his breath beside me.

“I’m okay. They were after me, weren’t they?”

I laughed and said, “I’d have to say yes.”

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