“Then don’t.”
The depth those few words held was far more than anyI love youcould right now. Not that those three words weren’t important, and at this rate, they waited just around the corner. But to know he felt the same as me was beyond words.
How did I know this?
The depth of the emotion in our lovemaking was visible. Every slide of his cock inside me, every press of his lips to mine. We made love. There was no fucking, no one here just to get off. This was so much more than that as Stone slid in and out of me, our climaxes building until neither of us could take it any longer. The second his hand wrapped around my cock I arched up and came, harder than I ever had. My eyes tightly clinched, the cliché of seeing stars as real as anything I’d ever experienced.
“Payden,” Stone gasped as he thrust one final time. His cock throbbed inside me, his heart pounded against his chest so hard I felt it against mine. This couldn’t end. I can’t let this man go.
Stone was meant to be mine and I his.
Chapter Ten
Stone
“You put your left foot in, you take your left foot out, you put your left foot in…”
Whoops, beneath the balls. Payden slipped when he tried to shake it all about.
We’d postponed our trip to the ball pit car by a couple of days since Payden’s attention had been grabbed by the second feature after we’d watched Thomas and the Magic Railway and we ended up sticking around for that one too, and a giant arts and crafts session in one of the cars had left Payden needing to be scrubbed free of marker, watercolors, fingerprints, and glue by the time he’d finished his masterpiece.
Then we’d had our day in Seattle, and a night where all is wanted was to stay buried in him after the first time we’d made love. Getting to touch freely, tasting his skin as well as his release after he’d fallen apart, were memories branded on my soul. I’dhad a lot of sex, I’d been a rockstar for fucks sake, but the way we’d connected had been a whole new level of intimacy.
His creation from the craft car sat proudly on the tiny table in our cabin, with fluffy white cotton clouds drizzled with glitter glue, since mercifully, real glitter hadn’t been included among the art supplies. He’d drawn two unicorns frolicking, used yarn and glitter glue for their manes and tails, googly eyes on their faces, and an assortment of tiny buttons to spell out Unicorn Besties Magical Adventures, after he’d had me write it in marker for him. Talk about a challenge trying to fit it across the top of the rainbow he’d drawn.
I caught him beneath the arms before he sank completely, only instead of letting go, I held him up while he switched legs, kicking my leg out beside his, so it looked like we were doing a strange caterpillar conga as we shook our legs and made the balls churn.
“You put your whole self in, you take your whole self out,” while the music continued playing, half drowned out by giggles and laughter among our efforts to sing along. I lifted him and gently tossed him into the balls in front of us, since there was space to do it, then plucked him out of the balls, arms windmilling, to set him back on his feet in front of me.
“Wheee!” he squealed each time his feet left the ground. It didn’t matter that I barely tossed him two feet into that pit. He laughed and waved as he sunk deeper into the balls. “Save me, Daddy, save me before the balls gobble me up!”
I scooped him up and twirled him around, flopping back into the balls with him on top of me when the song reached the line,That’s what it’s all about!
We all cried out "Hokey Pokey" at the end, laughing while I hugged him against my chest. It wasn’t lost on me that once again, I was the only Big actively taking part in the activity, butPayden hadn’t stopped smiling since we stepped foot into the car and he’d seen all the colorful balls waiting to be displaced.
When the next song came on, Payden squealed even louder.
“Bear Hunt, Daddy, will you be the bear and hide in the balls for us?” He asked, hands cupped beneath his chin to form a heart as he peered up at me.
“I’ll do my best,” I declared, before floundering across the pit, nearly faceplanting into them a couple of times the way Payden had.
“Turn around. Turn around!” Payden called out to the other littles in the room. “My Daddy is gonna hide and be the bear and pop up and scare us and chase us during the song.”
“Yay!” Several others cheered.
Fortunately, it wasn’t crowded. There were just three other littles playing and three daddies in chairs along the side of the pit, one with a phone in front of his face and one who never took his eyes off his little and was ready with a wave and a juice box he held so his boy didn’t have to get out of the pit.
The third was scribbling in a notebook, but every now and again she’d look up, seek out her little girl, and touch base with her to see if she needed a snack. So far, no takers on the food offerings, but she seemed to be having the time of her life bouncing around in the balls.
Since there was now more to being the bear than just hiding, I had to put on the performance of a lifetime when they discovered me, since even the boxcar attendant had gotten in on the spirit of the game and paused the song while I found the perfect hiding place.
Down, down, sinking beneath the balls I went, until the last glimpse I had was of the tousled pink and purple mane of today's unicorn outfit on Payden. I wiggled and scooched, reaching up through the balls to smooth my hair down so it wouldn’t bevisible as they hunted for me. I just hoped I wouldn’t get stepped on in the process.
Damn, I never thought balls could create such a noise muffling situation, but I could barely hear the song when they started replaying it. At another time in my life, this might have been a trippy experience that resulted in lyrical dissertations of the strange ass view I had while I waited for them to play out all the parts of their bear hunt.
It wasn’t dark. More like the colors nearest me were muted hues, while the ones higher up just looked like rainbow streaks blended together. There were balls molded all around me, including one stuck between my shoulder and ear that I didn’t dare try and move since any wiggle would make the balls shift. I didn’t know if motion down here would be visible from the surface, but I wasn’t about to spoil the game to find out. When I felt the pressure of balls surging against my side, I knew they were getting closer and even caught a flash of bright fabric when my little unicorn led his bouncing line of bear hunters past me by less than a foot.
Smart unicorn.
