Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Beck
“Hurry, Daddy.” I’d already got my sand toys Daddy packed and dressed myself and I was ready to go play on the beach. Daddy was so slow. And naked. And…and…
Focus, Beck. You can play with your Daddy’s toys later.
Yes, right. Okay. Beach now, hidey hole later and with no sand in it. He-he.
“What are you giggling for, Bunny?”
“Nothingggg,” he knew I was fibbing. And flirting, batting my eyelashes as fast as I was.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire. I see the way you’re looking at your Daddy. Naughty boy.” Daddy winked and that just made my winky jump. “Hmm,” he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me in that sexy way. “Big play now or later?”
“Umm,” my brain froze. “Wait, later. Yes, hidey hole later.”
Daddy laughed. He did that a lot with me. “Sounds like a plan. Maybe a grown-up dinner date first?”
“Yes, please.” I was feeling pretty grown up right now, rubbing against Daddy. Wait, was I humping his leg? Bad winky! Kinda. Maybe. Ugh, my brain was grown-up scrambled.
“Sunscreen, check. Sunglasses,” Daddy glanced up at me. “Where are your sunglasses, Bunny?”
Shoot. I snagged them off the table and put them on.
“Good boy. Two water bottles and snacks, my iPad, and towels.” Daddy loaded it all up in my backpack to take down to the beach with us. “We’ll grab lunch on the riverwalk while we shop. Alright, time to head out.”
I made marching sounds and walked ahead of Daddy down the long hallway to the elevator and pushed the button for him. “It’s beeping Daddy, hurry.”
“Sweetheart, the beach and ocean will still be there no matter what time we arrive.”
Duh, but I didn’t say that out loud.
Daddy found us an umbrella with two chairs under it. I dropped my toys and tried to take off but he stopped me. Phooey.
“Sunscreen first, Bunny. You know that.”
Drat.
I plopped down and Daddy slathered it on. “Now I smell like coconut.”
“Yes, you do and you’re protected from the evil sun’s rays too. I know you’re dying to put your feet in so go ahead. I’ll be right here waiting.”
I ran across the beach and right into the surf, forgetting what Daddy had said about the water being cold. When I yelled, all the people turned and stared, but Daddy laughed.
“I warned you,” I barely heard his words over the sound of the waves. Now that I was in, it wasn’t as cold. Kinda. Who was I kidding, even my winky went into hiding. Enough of that, time to build a sandcastle.
I grabbed my bucket and filled it with water then went and sat in the soft sand next to Daddy. “Build, build, build. Mr. Lobster, be nice and no fighting.” Had to warn him, last time he wasn’t a good boy.
Daddy laid on the lounge chair beside me, reading on his iPad while I played. It was so nice, and even though it was warm, it was nowhere near as hot as Vegas was. Plus, the cool breeze off the ocean helped keep me cool.
“Drink your water, baby.” Sometimes I swear he reads my mind.
“’Kay, Daddy.” I drank more than I thought I would, guess I was thirsty. But it was time to play again. At least until my tummy grumbled.
“Time to pack up and get lunch. We’ll walk around and shop after that if you want to come back for a bit later we can.”
Sounded good to me. I washed my toys off in the bucket then dumped the water out and packed everything up in it. “Can we drop our stuff off at the room first? I don’t want to carry it around.”
“Good idea, Bunny. Let’s head up.” Daddy brushed me off with the towels then we dropped our stuff off in the room. “What sounds good for lunch? It looks like our choices are bar food, burgers, tacos, quite a bit to pick from. What sounds good to you?”
“All of it,” Daddy laughed. “You pick, I’m good with anything.”
“Tacos it is then.” Daddy chose well. I could eat tacos every day of the week.
After lunch we walked around and did some shopping, picking up a few things for us. Silly beach stuff, some more tubby toys and cute plastic animals for me to play with. “Daddy, look, I found something for Jobe.”
Daddy smiled. “A sewing machine pencil holder. That’s perfect for him.
” I paid for it with my own money but was sad when I couldn’t find anything for Daddy Stanley.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine with anything we get him.
What about for Joyce and the boys as a thank you for taking care of Goldie. ”
“Good idea, Daddy. Think they would like beach toys?”
“I think they will like anything you give them. What about a stuffie each and maybe a T-shirt?” Daddy let me pick them out, a whale and a shark and a silly shirt each. We had so many bags it made my arms heavy.
“Can we drop off our stuff and sit for a while and watch cartoons in our room?” I wanted to color in one of my new coloring books and play with my toys and I was tired of walking.
“That’s a fantastic idea. How about room service for dinner and we spend the night in?”
“Yes, please and thank you, Daddy.”
When we got back to our room, Daddy sorted out all the prezzies and put them in one bag then gave me all my stuff.
He opened the sliding door and put on cartoons while I played.
“Lavendar and Bun-Bun, since you’re besties you sit together here and watch me color.
Froggy and Daddy Bear, you get the chair so you can supervise. Make sure no one’s naughty.”
I colored Daddy a new picture with a shark on it and another one to mail to Mom and Dad. Their fridge was too empty on the outside, and we picked up some really pretty magnets for them today which they could use to hang it up on their fridge with.
“Think Mom and Dad will like this one?” I held up the one with a giant sandcastle with a crab beside it that I colored.
“Sweetheart, I know they will love it. We can write a nice thank you card to them when we get home and put it in the package with their trinkets.”
Daddy was the best, he knew everything.
When the sun set, Daddy had to turn the lights on. “Bunny, how about tubby time then dinner and a movie?”
“’Kay, Daddy.” I cleaned up my toys and got undressed while he set up the bath stuff. Even though Daddy wiped me down before, there was still sand everywhere. I’m glad we didn’t have naughty time in it, that would not be fun to clean out.
“Where did you find the bubbles, Daddy?”
“I remembered to pack them for you and some of your tubby toys,” he poured in my floaty sea toys.
“Oh no, swim fast, the shark is coming!” But the boat was stuck in the bubbles and couldn’t move. The fish splashed the shark, but nothing was stopping him. “He’s biting the boat! We’re gonna sink! Oh noooooo!” The people tried to swim away but the shark got them. “Bad shark. Friends are not food.”
Daddy shook his head. “Silly boy, be good while Daddy orders dinner.”
By the time Daddy got back the bubbles were all gone. “I’m pruney, Daddy.”
“Let’s get you dried off and wrapped up in one of those fuzzy bathrobes the hotel has.”
“Soft,” I rubbed my nakey butt around in it.
“Are you getting sexy with their robe, silly boy?”
“Maybeeee.” But it felt so good and tickly in all my special places. Daddy laughed and answered the door. Directing the man in. With dinner all set up, Daddy signed the ticket and the delivery man left.
“Dinner time, sweet boy.”
“Nuggies and fries. Yay!”
“And dippy sauces though I fear for that white robe.” Daddy was right, I wasn’t the best at not making saucy messes, so I took it off and ate nakey. “Didn’t expect that but can’t deny the view is exceptional.”
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, dippity, dip, dip. It was saucy dinner fun. Ketchup, barbeque, ranch and mustard. Just not altogether. Even thinking about that made my tummy yucky.
“Well, so much for your bath,” Daddy pointed to my chest. “Let me push the cart into the hall then it’s you, Daddy, and a warm shower. Stay there until I get the water warm, please.”
Daddy called me into the bathroom a few minutes later. “Into the shower you go. I’m glad you took the robe off. Are you sure you got sauce in your belly? Appears most of it is on the outside. And on your face and hands.” He soaped up the sponge and started scrubbing me.
“Thank you for everything, Daddy. For my birthday stuff, for taking me to see Mom and Dad and to the beach. Feels like I don’t say it enough.”
“Sweetheart, you say it and show it in all ways. You’re the sweetest, kindest boy I’ve ever known and I’m lucky to be your Daddy.”
I raised up and kissed him. Daddy held me tighter and kissed me harder. Why did it feel like it had been forever since we had sexy times? Guess, maybe it has been. We’d both been so busy with work and trips that we were always seepy. But Daddy never complained or pushed me.
“Let’s finish getting washed so Daddy can give his birthday boy a proper gift.”
“Hidey hole?”
He smiled and shook his head and kissed me again. “We really need a new word for that. But yes, hidey hole.”
I grabbed the scrubby sponge and soaped daddy up, paying extra attention to his winky and making sure its sand free. “There, all clean. Time to get out.”
“Is someone in a hurry to play with Daddy.”
“Yes,” I nearly growled and rubbed my winky against his leg. “Can’t you tell.”
“That I can,” he wrapped his hand around it and squeezed, and I almost came. “Just a few more minutes, my love. Daddy has to wash his hair.”
Stupid hair. Wait, what did Jobe call me? Oh yeah, a cock block. Stupid hair cock block. That didn’t sound right, though.
“Not sure what’s going on in that brain of yours,” Daddy shut off the water. “But hopefully we’re about to quiet it down.”
He dried us both off, then I took off and dove onto the bed face first. Butt in the air, I wiggled it around. “Hurry, Daddy.”
I squealed when Daddy swatted it. “Sassy, sassy, boy.” Daddy nipped and kissed and I got all mushy inside. “What do we have here?” he spread my cheeks. “Look at that pretty pink hole just waiting for its Daddy to be inside.” His tongue swiped and swirled around the sensitive spots.
“Oh. My. God.” No one had ever done that to me before, but I hoped Daddy did it again. “That feels amazing.”
“Does it now,” he speared me with his tongue, the dampness cooling and lighting every nerve on fire. “It’s gonna take more than spit to get me inside, but for now, Daddy is having a whole lot of fun.”
So was I. I could totally come like this and that was the problem. “Daddy, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
“Hmm, maybe next time.” Daddy climbed off the bed then came right back. I figured it was for… “Such a salacious moan from a pretty little boy like you. Does Daddy’s finger feel good?”
“Mmm, hmm.” Daddy never spoke like this before during sex and it was hot as you know what.
“Daddy will have to remember his boy likes a bit of dirty talk. Ready for a second finger?”
“Please, please, please.” It felt so good but still wasn’t quite enough until a third filled me and hit my happy spot. “Oh, Daddy.”
“You feel so good, sweetheart. Gonna feel even better wrapped around my cock. I’ll fill you with my seed, marking you as mine.”
How was this so freaking hot?
“Yes, god, yes.”
“The only question is, does Daddy take his boy like this or face to face?”
“Both, yes,” he hit that spot again. “Ahhh, both. Now. Please.”
Daddy’s fingers came out and his winky, cock, ugh, who cares what it’s called, slid right in. “No coming until Daddy tells you to.” He pulled out and slammed back inside me, rendering me breathless.
“Not. Fair,” I managed between thrusts. He’d never been this dominant in bed before, and I had to admit I liked it. Feral, raw, demanding, owning.
“Mine. All mine. Who do you belong to, boy?”
“You, Daddy. Only you.”
The constant hits to that spot had me on edge and I swear, I could feel him growing inside me. Daddy pulled out, flipped me over, spread my legs and was back inside me before I had a chance to protest. Not that I would’ve.
“Daddy’s gonna come and fill you up then I’m gonna plug you with my fingers and take that beautiful cock of yours inside my mouth and make you come.
” Daddy thrust a couple more times then growled as the warmth of his seed filled me up.
Just like he said, he replaced his cock his fingers and slid his lips down my shaft.
As soon as the head hit the back of his throat, I came, whimpering and whining his name. “Daddy, daddy, daddy,” I chanted until I saw stars and nearly passed out.
Half asleep, I barely remembered him cleaning me up until he said the magic words that always lit my soul.
“I love you, now and forever, Beck.”
“Love you, Daddy.”
Daddy wrapped his arms around me and held me tight like a bunny burrito. Safe. Warm. Content. I had everything a boy could need and so much more.
Best birthday trip ever.