Page 21 of Rekindling Little River
Hooking his arms behind River’s knees, he raised their legs and lined his dick up with their entrance. He slowly pushed forward, watching at they stretched around him, taking him into their tight channel. He had to pause a moment and breathe through his need. The way River gripped his length, their heat, it was almost too much. Once he had himself back under control, he pushed in slow and steady until he was fully sheathed inside them.
“Please, Daddy. Please move.”
Dave granted River’s breathy plea, slowly withdrawing before pushing back in. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Goddamn.” He pulled out again and pushed in with slightly more force and when River moaned and their eyes rolled back, he did it again just a bit harder.
“Daddy,” River moaned, “you feel so good inside me.” Their hands landed on his chest, fingertips digging in until he was sure they’d leave marks, but he kept on going.
“You’re taking Daddy’s cock so well, River.” He lavished continual praise on them as he pumped in and out of them, steadily increasing the speed and force of his thrusts until he reached a punishing rhythm that River seemed to love.
“Fuck! Yes, Daddy! More, please. Don’t stop.”
“That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s dick.” He gave a few more furious thrusts and when he felt River tightening around him, he sent up a silent prayer that he’d make it long enough for them to come again. He pistoned his hips, giving everything he had to them, until they came around him, screaming his name. He followed them over the edge with a ragged groan that he used to cover the three words he reallywantedto say.
CHAPTER 20
River
They giggled as the feather in their tricorn hat swayed and they asked their parrot, “Polly want a cracker?”
“Shiver me timbers!” River jumped as Daddy’s voice bellowed, but their smile spread wide taking in their Daddy in full pirate mode. “Where be we sailin’ first, Cap’n?”
“First, my dear Shmee, we must find a port and stuff our holds with a fine breakfast!” River had struggled to keep the laughter from their voice as they made their joke but when Daddy belly laughed, their battle was lost and they joined him.
“Aye, aye, Cap’n,” he replied when his chuckles had died down. Taking River’s hand, Daddy led them to the cafeteria and its bountiful provisions.
After a hearty breakfast of pancakes loaded with fruits and served with eggs and breakfast meats, they made their way to pirate central, aka the Littles’ Wing. The place was crawling with pirates of all sorts and the organizers had been very busy overnight. The hallways looked completely different than they had the day before. Someone had drawn pirate flags and pinnedthem to all the doors, construction paper ships had been hung in all the halls, along with multiple types of treasure maps that looked like they’d been hand drawn by different people. A theory that was confirmed when River heard multiple people telling someone, “There’s mine,” while pointing out one map or another.
“Wow, they really went all out for this didn’t they?” Daddy’s awe matched River’s. They’d expected fun, obviously, but it was clear this was well-thought-out and bigger than they’d assumed.
“What ye think, Polly? Do there be adventure in these here… halls?” Their faithful parrot gave no verbal answer, but River could sense their agreement. “Aye, matey, adventuredobe waitin’.”
“Well, let’s go find it.” Daddy took their hand, and they wove through the crowd and went into the same room they’d gone to yesterday. No one would think it was the same room though. Sure, it still had tables for crafts and bean bags for sitting. There was a sink for washing up, craft supplies, toys, all the things it had before, but the tables had been covered with cloths the color of sand and paper palm trees were placed all over.
One wall was covered with a big mural poster of a beach and the vast ocean beyond the sand. Another wall was made to look like the outside of a straw hut and across from that wall was one that depicted the most perfect picture of a pirate port River could have imagined. It was absolutely amazing. They weren’t surprised when another Little named Megan proudly proclaimed that one of her Daddies, Gavin, had helped paint the scenes. It made sense when Tay explained that Professor Doyle taught art at the University. What had truly shocked them was when Tay informed them the other artist was Blake, a fellow Little who often visited the Butterfly Room with his sister Lori. Both Gavin and Blake were phenomenal artists because, as River got closer, they realized that all of the scenery was hand painted.
Dave
They hadn’t been in the room long when a commotion broke out in the hallway. River immediately turned toward the ruckus but Dave held them back. He wasn’t sure what was happening and he wasn’t letting his Little one out there until he was sure it was safe.
“Wait here a minute. I’ll go see what’s happening.” After seeing their nod, he turned and made his way out to investigate.
“Where are they?” One of the teachers for another room, an older, distinguished looking gentleman, held up a folder that seemed to be empty.
Everyone in the hallway stopped and looked, most looking as confused as Dave felt, but a few of the pirates were trying—and failing—to keep a straight face. Dave had a sinking feeling when he realized those trying their hardest to look innocent were the Littles River had been with yesterday.
“What’s going on?” River’s voice came from directly behind him and Dave turned quickly with his beststern-Daddyface.
“I thought I told you to stay there while I checked things out.” The contrite look that River gave him was adorable as fuck. He was doing his best not to let it sway him.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I was just so curious.”
“When I tell you something like that, it’s for a reason. What if there was a danger out here? What if your curiosity got you hurt?”
River’s face took on a confused look, as if they didn’t understand his worry. Like they’d never had someone worry about their safety before. He couldn’t fathom that possibility.
Before he could think too much more on it, his attention was drawn back to the teacher. He’d opened the folder and from inside had pulled out a map much like the ones on the walls. “Anyone want to tell me why I’m looking at a treasure map instead of today’s lessons?”
No one seemed to be in a hurry to answer his question, until one pirate finally stepped forward, and said, “Maybe the map leads you to the lessons?”
