Page 33 of Little Boy Toy

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.”

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Zale

We lay together on the couch literally stuck together for a long time. It felt like Kendry had dozed off in my arms. I was floating high, the ceiling an inch from my face. That had been quite an encounter. Mind-numbing. To say the least.

We needed to move to a more comfortable position. As I sat up, Kendry curled tighter into my embrace. I shifted him in my arms until he was in a cradle hold. He was small and light, easy to lift as I stood up from the couch.

“Mmm.” He woke a little. “Where are we going?”

“If we’re going to have a short nap, let’s at least use my bed.”

“Yeah, a bed.” He sounded faraway. “Good idea.” His nose nuzzled my jaw.

My pants fell to my ankles as I stood. I kicked them away and walked naked from the waist down to my bedroom, carrying Kendry.

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