Page 14 of A Little Spilled Milk

I pulled a roll of sunscreen out of my pack, and his face brightened. He put out both arms, and I rolled the sunscreen up one and down the other. Vinnie giggled, and when I rubbed it in using both hands, his breath hitched. He chewed his bottom lip as I massaged the cream in.

“Now your face.”

Vinnie removed his cap and closed his eyes as I rolled the sunscreen over his brow, cheeks, chin, and nose. Facing him and with my hands on his cheeks, I stroked his skin.

Vinnie must have just brushed his teeth because his breath was minty fresh. The heat was rising inside me, my cock was stiff, and I struggled to breathe normally. If he hadn’t been so excited about the amusement park, I would have suggested we stay home. But I refused to disappoint him. I’d made a promise

When the sunscreen had been absorbed, I reluctantly removed my hands from him, and his eyes snapped open. His eyes locked on mine, and as he replaced the cap, his fingers trembled. The cap was lopsided, and I adjusted it. We were so close, we could have kissed, but I didn’t want to derail our plans. Besides, the date was a getting-to-know-you outing. A kiss would have disrupted that and we might have tumbled into bed, knowing little about one another.

It wouldn’t have been a first for me, but I refused to jeopardize our relationship.

“Ready?” I bopped his nose with one finger.

“Yes.” He bounced on the balls of his feet, and I grabbed my keys and backpack.

As I drove to the park, Vinnie babbled about how long it’d been since he’d visited and which rides he wanted to go on.

“And a corn dog.” He licked his lips and strained against the seatbelt in an attempt to see the Ferris wheel.

It’d been a while since it rained, and as we wandered around the park, we and the other visitors kicked up dust.

“Bumper cars.” Vinnie’s eyes lit up, and he grabbed my hand and dragged me toward them.

“Same car or individual ones?”

He hesitated, and I wondered if he was thinking I wanted us to be together.

I rubbed my hands. “I can’t wait to smash into you.”

Vinnie squeed. “Pfft. I have skills.”

I paid, and we each got in a car. Vinnie wasn’t wrong, he was skilled, and we both had wins and losses, with each of us bumping into the other’s car and sending it careening into the perimeter and spinning.

Each bump was accompanied by cries of victory from one of us, groans and yells of despair from the other.

“That was so much fun. Thank you.” Vinnie hugged me before spying a woman making corn dogs.

We ate as we continued walking, and I dabbed at his mouth, ringed in ketchup. His pink shirt was flecked with red spots, but that was what laundry detergent and washing machines were for.

“Ferris wheel?” He was already lining up, and because it wasn’t too busy, we managed to get a pod to ourselves. When we rose into the air, he held his tummy, and as we got higher, I pointed out our building.

But there was a screeching of metal and groans, as though the mechanism of the giant beast was fed up and exhausted. The Ferris wheel jerked to a halt, and our pod swung back and forth.

Vinnie squealed and sidled up to me, his thigh resting on mine. “Daddy, I’m scared.” He’d slipped into Little mode, and I put an arm around him.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll get it moving soon.”

I was tempted to give him my teat to ease his fear, but that would have created a precedent; every time he was scared, he would expect to suckle, and that wasn’t realistic. Or sensible. I wouldn’t always be there when things didn’t go his way, at the office, for example.

I attempted to distract him by pointing out some of the city landmarks, and we spoke of the ice creams we would get when we reached the ground.

“I love sprinkles.” Vinnie was gripping my thigh and digging his nails into my flesh.

“Me too. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Chocolate.”

“Mine’s vanilla.”

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