Chapter 11

Kendry

We'd been in the sun building our sandcastle for a long time. I was hot all over. Part of that was from being with the most handsomest man and not-daddy on the whole beach.

We left our toys behind and together jumped back into the waves to cool off.

This time I wasn't as shy about grabbing Zale, pulling him with me, holding his hand or playfully pushing him under small waves.

He was stronger and bigger than I was. He could have dunked me and been done. But he let me push and pull and tug. He wanted to play. There was a real daddy in him somewhere, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I didn't need him to know it consciously. I liked him the way he was and whether he said he was or wasn't one thing or another didn't matter to me.

We stayed in the water until our skin prickled and our fingers prunified again. It was so much fun.

After we got out, Zale gave me juice and cookies. I was a totally spoiled little, grinning as I ate and drank. I even had a nap on the soft warm blanket, waking to see Zale had covered me with a big fluffy towel. He slept beside me, curled on his side to face me. I stared at him for a long time memorizing his features, the fall of his dark hair over his eyes, the set of his wide mouth, the slight dimple in his chin. Every moment, I was falling for him even harder.

This day could not have been better.

I was sad when it grew later and we packed up to go.

The tide had tried to take our sandcastle building toys, but I successfully retrieved them from the klepto waves with their lace fingers that tried to steal them. A swift breeze blew through my damp hair. My legs—and other places—itched with sand. Salt from the sea had dried on my arms, back and chest.

I hurried back to Zale, my arms filled with toys. He had the bag and held it open for me to dump everything into. Together we made two trips to carry everything back to the trunk of his car.

We quickly rinsed off at the beach showers.

"Should I change into my clothes?" I asked.

Zale looked at me. "If you're more comfortable."

We both nodded at once and went into the bathroom in separate stalls. I peeled off my suit and dried off a little more. Then I put on my shorts, going commando, and my shirt.

When I came out, Zale was waiting for me in his shorts and t-shirt, his white teeth gleaming behind a beautiful smile. My heart skipped.

In the car, Zale said, "We can have dinner at my place if you'd like. You can have a proper shower there. Unless it's too much for the day and you're tired. I can easily take you home, too."

I didn't want our day to end. "Is it really okay if I come with you?"

"I take that as a yes. And I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't okay. I'm happy to spend more time with you and make this great day last longer."

I leaned back in the seat, sighing. "It was a great day."

And now I was going home with Zale.

In the water, he hadn't been afraid to touch me. I knew he liked me. That was an issue at first, but not now.

I told Zale it was a great day. That was a tiny lie of omission. It was actually one of the best days I'd had in a long, long time. The beach was great fun, but there was all that touching in the water. That was my favorite part. I wanted to hold onto him and never break free. It felt safe. And very, very good. I'd never been attracted to somebody like this.

As we drove to Zale's house, my skin tingled all over. And not just from salt water. I'd rinsed off pretty well before getting into the car. But it was as if my body could still feel him touching me beneath the rushing waves.

Could he really be feeling the same things I was?

My rational brain asked, Why not? People were people. I was a person. Zale was a person. And we liked each other. And, it turned out, we liked the same books. That in itself was magical.

When we got to his house, Zale said I could have the first shower. He began to unload the toys and beach stuff from the car. I helped him carry it in, then went into his master bath. He followed, which was a very daddy thing to do. He showed me all the pertinent things and told me where I could hang my swim trunks to dry on an empty towel rack.

Zale had a lovely shower, all glass with a rock tile floor. As I stood with hot water streaming over my body, I couldn't help but think about Zale standing naked in this same place. This was where he took his own showers. This very spot was where he washed his tall body, his muscular shoulders, his hard abs. And maybe other hard things.

My body flushed all over, hotter than the water itself pouring down on me. My cock began to fill. This wasn't the time or place. I needed to wait until I got home to begin my Zale fantasies.

Just before I got out, I turned the shower to cold and gave a little squeak as the water sliced over my skin. It barely had any effect on my cock at first. But then as I shivered, my cock shriveled a bit. It would have to do.

I put my clothes back on. In my own little pack, I'd brought spare underwear which I had ignored at the beach shower. Now I put them on followed by my shorts and shirt. They were mostly sand free.

I kept my feet bare. I didn't think Zale would mind if I went shoeless and sockless in his house.

As I came out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, he was waiting but pretending not to be waiting. He fiddled with something at his dresser. I smiled to see him being nervous.

He turned. "Have a good shower?"

"Yep. You have great water pressure."

He gestured toward the doorway. "You can make yourself at home. I put snacks on the coffee table. And your sippy cup has juice."

Fact: he made sure my sippy cup was filled.

Fact: he was waiting for me to come out of the shower.

Fact: he wanted me to make myself at home.

Fact: he was into me.

He was doing a fantastic job of daddying without even thinking about it. Maybe that was what I'd been looking for all along. A not-daddy with daddy instincts that weren't contrived.

Zale was a fantasy come true. A fantasy I didn't even know I had until I'd met him.

As Zale went into the bathroom for his own shower, I walked into the living room to see my sippy cup and snacks waiting for me.

I got comfy on the couch and sipped away, I contemplating what to do. I wanted Zale. Despite our fun in the sea today, he was still holding back. Should I just grab him and go for it? In my adult life as a little, I'd had daddies approach me who knew what they wanted. I hadn't had to do a lot of work. I was the way I was, and it attracted them.

Zale made me feel like I needed to do more.

My goal: to nab this guy for good. Tonight.

I heard footfalls and looked up. Zale grinned down at me, then flopped on the couch, his knees spread, one knee brushing mine. He reached for his drink—a beer—with one hand and slicked his wet hair back with the other.

"I see you found your drink."

"Yep. It's good. I love my cup. You take care of everything, right?"

"Hmm."

"I don't want this to end."

"Why do you think this will end?" he asked.

"I mean tonight."

"Oh. I thought?—"

"You thought I meant us?"

Zale nodded.

"I don't want that to end, either." I reached out and took his hand in mine. He eagerly clasped it with his own.

"None of it has to."

"I'm glad to hear you say that. My little is, too. I guess I want to know if that bothers you."

"If what bothers me?"

"Me being little."

"It's part of you and I like you."

"Me, too." I leaned into him. He was warm and smelled of shampoo.

"Even if I'm not a daddy?"

"You don't have to be. You treat me wonderfully. You got me toys. You do all the things I like."

"Maybe I could do more?"

I turned my body around so my leg was up on the couch and pressed against his thigh. "You don't have to do more. Except maybe it would be nice if you kissed me?"

His eyes opened wide. "Now that would be nice." His smile returned. He leaned down.

When our lips met for the first time a hot fire went through me so fast I jerked against him.

He put his free hand on my upper arm, pulling back a little. "Okay?"

"More than okay." I leaned in and kissed him harder.

His mouth opened and I pressed harder, parting my lips. The kiss went deep. Real deep. And my cock bounced up in response faster than I'd ever experienced.

I hadn't questioned my desire, but this was incredible. I wanted to burrow into him. I wanted to rub myself all over him. Would he let me? I thought he might. He wasn't like the others who flipped me over right away and pulled off my pants to get at my ass. Not that I would've minded that with Zale. It was just that I knew him a little better now, and he was a very thoughtful type. The type that would ask permission. I liked that. At least for now. Maybe if this all worked out, I would be demanding he shove me down and make me his, but now, this was all perfect.

I was the one who pushed. I was the needy little in total adult mode right now. I wanted to crawl all over this big man. I pushed until I was in his lap.

"Oof." He swayed back, catching me against his chest.

I heard his breaths coming fast, matching my own. He lifted his head. His mouth was on me again. Our hands had come unclasped and his hand squeezed its way up from between our bodies to hold the back of my head.

I loved that move. Any guy who cupped my face or head while kissing me got big points.

Zale kissed all over my mouth, then probed inside with teasing licks. These were some fantastic kisses. The best I'd ever had, in fact.

I put my hands on both his shoulders and clutched, never wanting to let go.

When Zale's other arm snaked around my back, hand going under my shirt to my bare skin, I gasped into his mouth.

"Okay?" he whispered again, pulling back.

"Everything is okay with you," I rasped, diving back into our kiss.

"Mph." He groaned as he again opened his mouth to me.

I turned so my entire body faced his, straddling his lap, pushing my hard cock against him. It rubbed along his stomach and felt so good I bucked my hips to feel more. Control was now a faded memory.

This was really happening. My fantasies were coming true. Was it the same for Zale? All the signs said yes. He ravished my mouth. Still, he took no initiative.

I had to be the one. I lifted my hips up and pulled back long enough to undo my shorts.

With a languid gaze, he watched, then reached to lift his shirt, unbutton and unzip himself. We were both commando underneath. Our cocks popped out at almost exactly the same time.

After our day on the beach, I felt hot, but when my skin touched his it was like touching fire. It burned in a feverish, delirious good way. Stomach to stomach. Hip to hip. Hard cock to hard cock. We threw our arms around each other and kissed, rubbing together with our pants pulled down but still on. My bare ass bobbed behind me. Groans filled the room. My legs were trapped and I liked the feeling. We were caught in each other's snare. No getting out.

All my muscles tensed as I undulated my body. I needed more. I wanted to feel all of him.

It was chaos, all lips and tongue and our bodies surging. It was the best feeling ever and I didn't want it to end.

But just like that all my limbs turned liquid. I felt the orgasm clawing through me, desperate, strong. I was weak, hungry, thirsty. I'd do anything for this feeling flowing through me.

I gave in and heaved, crying out, my cock jerking between us. It kept throbbing, pulsing. I had never felt so turned on.

Zale tensed beneath me. His arms tightened around my back. I sucked on his lips as I felt him come, a warmth bathing my stomach, the underside of his cock rubbing through the slick. Swollen, thrusting. His hips came up and each time they did I was lifted up as if I weighed nothing. I hung on to the best horsey ride ever.

When we calmed many minutes later, Zale spoke under his breath. "Holy shit."

"Yeah. Exactly." I rested my head on his shoulder, my arms around his neck.

"Hell, you're so sweet."

Still breathless, I said, "I hope that's a good thing."

"I want you. Baby, I want you, I want you."

It was like my whole body smiled. It was like being bathed in the warmest golden light.

"Zale." I breathed into the side of his neck. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."