Page 14 of Awakening His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #17)

Chapter 14

Joe

“Joe?” A soft voice wakes me, and after I finally fell asleep. Then I remember that it’s Izzy, and I sit up quickly to answer him.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m scared and cold and my arm hurts.” He’s wrapped in his cat blanket and holding his flashlight in shaky hands.

“Okay, come on.”

“Really?!”

I hold the blanket up.

Instead of crawling in next to me like I thought he would, he sets the flashlight down and climbs into my lap before he nuzzles against my chest.

I tense automatically, but he doesn’t seem to notice. The pressure of his head and the warmth of his breath are making me even more uncomfortable. My shower attempts after he went to bed weren’t very effective at relieving the fullness in my chest, and it’s almost unbearable at this point.

“You smell so good, Daddy.” He nuzzles deeper into me and rubs his face against my clothed and very wrapped nipple. There’s no way he could smell my milk, right? “Daddy,” he whines.

He knows.

“Please let me help. I heard you swearing in the bathroom.”

“I was—that wasn’t what you think it was.”

“What was it then?”

I should lie and tell him I was jerking off, but that would probably be worse.

When he rubs my nipple, it’s obvious this little brat knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Izzy,” I warn, but it comes out more like a moan, so he continues teasing.

“I was at the club for the Lactin Brotherhood event.”

I freeze.

Lie, lie, lie , my brain tells me.

“What’s that?”

He rolls his eyes and winces as he sits up.

“It’s a group for men who lactate,” he answers dryly.

“Never heard of it,” I lie badly.

“Fine,” he huffs. “But ever since I found out that men can lactate, I’ve been very interested. I didn’t find out about the Lactin Brotherhood until just recently, and that’s why I was at the club.” He looks deep into my eyes. “I want a Daddy, and one who can feed me.” His hand traces over my wet shirt. “That’s my unicorn.”

“How did you find out?” I ask, even though I’m leaking worse now. “Did Leo tell you about it?” I’ll kill that boy. Son or not.

“No, he doesn’t know I’m into it, and I found it in porn.” He shrugs.

“The Lactin Brotherhood does porn?!”

Izzy chuckles now. “I don’t think so, but I saw a video with a man and his boy, so I started looking around to see if it’s real and turns out it is.”

The bold little brat pinches my nipple, and it’s like the floodgates open.

“Izzy—”

“Let me help you.” He presses his whole body tight against me and looks up at me with his sparkling brown eyes.

“Your tummy is upset,” I remind him.

“Warm milk might help.”

“I…” I can’t. “It’s—” His mouth is so big and warm. My brain helpfully reminds me of when he sucked my finger earlier.

“Not expressing milk properly can lead to painful blocked ducts.” I shouldn’t, but he has a point. How does he know so much about breastfeeding? “Please, I’ve barely eaten, and they say breast milk can help soothe an achy tummy.” He pouts.

Who am I kidding? He needs me, and heck yeah, I want to feel his mouth on me.

“Alright. Sit up.”

He tries and only gets half up because of his bad wrist, but it’s enough so I can get my shirt off.

“Mmm, Daddy.”

“Hold on.” I barely get the tight band off my chest before he moves in close and brushes his nose against my nipple while trying to find it in the dark. A little leaks on his nose, and he giggles before he tries again.

I shift him down and use my hand on the back of his head to lead him toward my nipple.

This is it. Will he freak out? Will I freak out?

He latches on, and the soft warm heat of his mouth, the way he uses his tongue to coax my nipple to harden even further, are the best things I’ve ever felt.

Until he starts sucking, and oh my god… I almost come in my sleep pants. I’m so hard, but that’s not what this is about. This is about emptying my milk, not orgasms.

After my body realizes that we’re not getting off, I take a moment to really enjoy this closeness with him. It feels… nice.

Izzy keeps sucking and making happy little gulping noises. His hand is tangling in my chest hair, and he tugs with every few swallows. His pretty eyes are almost closed, and he looks so sweet, so innocent. How could I ever say no to this boy?

I lay my head back and close my eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs. But it feels too darn good, and I’m not sure if he notices, but he is definitely wiggling on my lap.

Izzy begins to get restless, and I wonder what’s wrong, but that’s when I notice that my right side is empty. Like fully drained, and it feels normal. If this is what normal feels like. It’s been so long I’m not even sure I know what normal is anymore.

He whines, and his teeth gently pull on my nipple. The pleasure shoots straight to my balls, but he’s fussing and squirming now.

“It’s okay, baby.” I help him up and over to my left nipple. “Daddy’s got more for you.” He licks up the milk that spilled while he was feeding from the other side. “This is the best feeling I’ve ever had.”

His tongue is soft against my furry skin.

“It’s better than I ever dreamed, because it’s you.”

“Thank you for helping me, baby.”

He smiles but doesn’t suckle as eagerly as before, and I have to encourage him to finish because he’s falling asleep. Once I’m empty, I let him drift off to sleep in my arms with my nipple still in his mouth.

Now if only my dick would get the memo and go down, I could get some sleep too.

I buck my hips up into the warm heat on my lap while enjoying the soft pull on my nipples.

Pull?

I look down and see Izzy draped across me, his legs tangled with mine.

“You were dripping,” he purrs and then circles his tongue around my nipple.

“Izzy,” I warn.

He smiles and looks up at me through his thick, dark lashes.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Feeding doesn’t mean sexy times.”

“I wasn’t trying to be sexy.” The little brat swirls his tongue and blinks sweetly at me. “ This is trying to be sexy.” His teeth pinch down gently, and I can feel the milk squirting into his mouth.

I groan loudly, and he sucks hard now.

“Izzy, drink like a good boy, or I’ll take it away.”

He gasps, shocked that I would even recommend that, but he suckles normally now.

“Much better, baby. That’s a good boy.”

Once he finishes the first side, he’s ready to move over to the second, but I stop him.

“Let me go get you some pills.”

He whines and paws at me, but I grab his hands.

“But Daddy, they make my tummy upset.”

“I know, that’s why you’re going to the take just ibuprofen until I can talk to the doctor. And they said you need to keep taking the pills or the pain will get too bad, and it will be hard to get it to go back down.”

“I am in pain,” he answers, but his eyes never leave my exposed chest. “But can I finish later?”

“Daddy needs you to finish.” Oh, I enjoy saying that. Calling myself Daddy while this boy—no, my boy, looks to me for direction.

“You like being Daddy.” He gives me a smug smirk.

“I do.” I tuck him back in and kiss his forehead. “You relax and wait here.”

I head to the kitchen and butter some bread for Izzy, since there’s no power to make toast. Then I grab his pills and a glass of water. I’m not sure if my milk has all the nutrients my boy might need, so I need to make sure he still eats well.

I’ll look at making him something with more protein for dinner if he feels better. What a fucking weird thought. My milk.

When I come back into the bedroom, Izzy is looking at his phone.

“Do you still have any battery left?” I ask.

“A little, but I wanted to let Leo know that we’re okay. He worries.”

“He does. He gets that from me. Here are your pills and some water.”

“Is it still snowing outside?”

“It looks like it’s stopped, but it’s swirling and cold now.”

“Are we still stuck here?”

“I’m sorry, baby, but we are.”

“Yes!” he cheers, and I chuckle. “I’m happy to be stuck here with you, and now we can explore what being a platsonic, Daddy means.”

“Platonic,” I correct.

“Right, Potomac.”

“Sassy,” I mumble, and he takes the pills before eating both slices of bread.

“I’m done.” He reaches for me.

“Give it a few minutes to see if your tummy is still upset.”

“I’ve had milk and toast, and I feel fine.”

“Five minutes,” I bargain. “What do you want to do today?”

“Is the power back?”

A quick glance at my wall clock reminds me it’s not, so I shake my head.

“Damn, I really wanted to finish the movie I started last night.”

“I can tell you how it ends.” Izzy raises an eyebrow at me. “Everyone dies.” I bust out laughing when his eyes widen in shock. I know he doesn’t believe me, but he might think my joke was rather low-brow.

“They do not.”

“Fine. They live happily ever after.”

“You’re probably right, but what about the son? He misses his mother, and it might be hard for him to accept a new one.”

“I bet his only wish to Santa is for a new mother.”

“That’s so sweet.” Izzy covers his heart and sighs. “I hope he finds one.”

I smile at this silly boy. “I’m sure he will. Now, is your tummy okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, then come here.” I need him to feed before I start leaking.

The smile that blooms across his face is blinding.

“Yes, Daddy.”

I lean back, and he crawls on top of me. His long body stretching down the length of mine. He doesn’t hesitate and takes my nipple right into his mouth. His head lolls to the side and rests across my arm as he sucks. My eyes sink closed, and every soft pull of his mouth has my dick pulsing with need. It doesn’t help that Izzy’s rutting his hard little dick against my leg.

Should it really matter that he’s a guy?

It’s obvious that my body wants him, and my heart does too, but my mind is the one holding me back.

I don’t find men attractive.

My dick calls me a liar.

Fine, but he is my son’s best friend, and that’s what finally breaks me out of my lust-filled trance.

“Izzy.” I pat his head. “Daddy’s empty.” He whines and sucks harder. “I know, but if you’re a good boy today, you can help Daddy again later.” He just continues his torment of my nipple before he moves to the other side.

I can’t help my laugh when he realizes the other side is empty, too.

“Come on.” I move his shoulders back now, and he goes, but he isn’t happy about it.

“But Daddy, I wasn’t done.” He looks down his body at his hard dick.

“Did I say you could get off on my leg while suckling?”

“No,” he whines and lies back down, his hips thrusting forward. “But I’m so close.”

“Go finish in the bathroom,” I order.

“But I can’t get my clothes off.”

“Stand up.” He hurries to comply, and I pull them down around his ankles. “Now go.” I turn him toward the bathroom and swat his tight ass. I bet it would feel so good around my—nope.

He shuffles awkwardly to the bathroom before he just steps out of his pants and boxers.

I want to scold him for leaving his stuff lying around and for waving his cute little dick everywhere, even after I reminded him that I’m straight.

If only my dick would remember that. It seems Izzy has him all mixed up.