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

Chapter 17

Izzy

“Alright. Time for bed.”

“And nursing? You’re leaking again.”

“God bless it.” He “swears,” and I giggle. “Someone needs to invent something better.”

“So can I help you?”

He sighs. “Yes, please.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t like it.” Please say you like it.

Hell, I’ll take that you need it.

“I do like it, and that’s the problem.”

“Because I’m a boy?”

“Because it’s weird, and I’m weird.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Daddy, we don’t body shame or kink shame.”

“I can’t shame my own body?”

“Especially not your own body.”

“What kink am I shaming?”

“Nursing.”

“That’s a kink?” He sounds doubtful.

“Yes, it happens to be my kink, and everyone I’ve ever told has made me like a sicko, but it’s what I like and I’m not ashamed.”

“I suppose you’re right. But it feels like a burden to me because I need to deal with it every day.”

“It doesn’t have to be a burden. It can be fun and sexy.” I grab his shirt and lead him to the bed. He sits down, but I coax him to lie down.

“I thought you wanted to nurse?”

“I do, but god, when you say it like that...” I sigh and adjust my pants. “Now lie down, I want you to be comfy too.”

Once he’s all settled, I drape my body over his and move right to his left nipple.

“My eager boy,” Daddy praises and rubs his fingers through my hair.

I nod and drink him down in long pulls.

God, he tastes amazing, so I just close my eyes and focus on that until the milk stops flowing and he moves me over to the other side.

“Come on, sweet boy. Let’s get this side before you fall asleep.”

Uh-oh. I’m running out of time. Maybe I should just hump his leg, but that would be rude without his permission, right? He’s my platonic Daddy, so no sexy times. Maybe I can try jacking off again later, or ask him for help. Then he’d at least have a say in the matter. So, I finish drinking like the good boy I am.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” I ask.

“Fine, but you have to sleep.”

“I will.” He rolls me off him and turns to face me now. Don’t think I didn’t notice your bulge, Daddy. “Thank you for letting me help you with your special Daddy needs.”

“Special, more like annoying.” He scoffs.

“No, it’s amazing. I love the way you can feed me. There is nothing more intimate than that.”

“I could change your diaper.”

“Unless that’s something you’re into because?—”

He cuts me off with a sexy whisper. “You can wipe your own ass.”

I giggle, and he rolls me over so he can spoon me. Be still my heart and my dick.

“Daddy?”

“Huh?” he mumbles sleepily in my hair.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep like this.” He sits up quick, but I pull him back down. “No, I don’t mean the spooning. I like that, but my dick is hard.”

“You can’t sleep with a boner?” He huffs a laugh.

“Hey, I’m a growing boy. All we think about is sex.” I lower my voice now, so it sounds more sultry. “Sucking a big dick, or even better, getting railed by a fat cock.” He inhales sharply, so I push. “God, I love getting fucked. Feeling my guts get rearranged by nice big dick so?—”

“Izzy, enough.”

“Fine,” I whine.

“Now go to the bathroom and take of that before coming back to bed.”

I sigh long and hard now. “I can’t do it with my right hand.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t get myself off with my right hand. It just doesn’t want to work.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’m not making this up, I swear.”

“Izzy, I’m not going to jerk you off. Platonic Daddies don’t do that.”

“I’m sorry, all my brain heard was ‘jerk you off.’”

He laughs now. “I’ll help you get rid of your erection, but you aren’t going to like how I do it.”

“You’ll help me get my dick down?!”

“I promise you, you won’t like it.”

“There is no way you could touch my dick and I wouldn’t like it.”

“I warned you.”

And with that, he gets out of the bed.

“Hey, wait, you can’t go away.” Although him leaving me in the dark would work.

“I’ll be quick. Now lie down again.” I get back into the spooning position and soon he’s behind me, moving his big, furry body right up next to mine. His hand moves over my hip and toward my dick.

Oh, hell yes!

My dream Daddy is going to touch my?—

“Wow! Jesus, that’s cold!” I try to scoot away from the ice pack Joe is holding against my dick, but I can’t move out of his grasp or grab his arm to pull him away.

“I warned you. Now relax and go to sleep.”

“But Daddy. Now I’m cold.”

“Are you still hard?” he asks sternly.

“Yes,” I huff.

“Then not yet.”

“Urgh, fine.”

“You should be thankful that I’m helping you. As Daddy, I believe I get to punish you for bad behavior, and that includes being ungrateful,” he whispers in my ear, and my dick tries again but quickly shrivels.

“This is a very effective punishment,” I whine.

“This isn’t a punishment. This is me helping you with a problem. I’ll give you your punishment tomorrow.”

“You’re not helping my dick issue.” And that was the wrong thing to say because he presses the ice pack harder against me.

“Better?”

I hiss. “Yes, evil, plotonic Daddy, that’s much better.”

“Sarcasm is not good behavior. You are just racking up the punishments, boy.”

“I think I’m good now.” I’m definitely not good now, but I want the ice pack off my junk.

“Think?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then I’m going to remove this and we’re going to sleep because you need to rest.”

“Fine.”

The pack presses harder.

“Fine what?”

“Fine, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” he whispers in my ear and tries to move the ice pack away, but I stop his hand.

“You better leave it.”

He chuckles, and I fall asleep rather quickly in his big, hairy arms, even with the ice pack resting on my dick.

When I wake the next morning, Daddy’s morning wood is stiff against my back again.

God, I want to suck it. Maybe if I suck while he’s asleep he’ll think it’s a dream and… that would be so very wrong to do.

I can’t just suck a straight guy’s dick without his permission, but I do have his permission to suck his nipples.

So, I lower my head and latch onto his nipple. His milk starts flowing right away, and for a minute, I don’t even need to suck. I feel a soft warm drip on my cheek and realize that his other nipple is leaking onto my face.

Well, I don’t want to waste, and he must be very uncomfortable, so I move to the top one.

“Izzy,” he mumbles. “What did I say about getting off on my leg?”

I pop off his nipple and throw my head back in a whine. “That I can’t. But Daddy, I’m so hard and my balls are full and?—”

His warm mouth presses kisses to my exposed neck.

“You can hump me while you drink, but that’s the only way I’ll help you.”

“Oh thank you, Daddy.” I move my pants down just enough to free my dick.

“What are you doing?!”

“I only have one pair of underwear here, and I can’t fill it with cum or I’ll have to wear Leo’s panties, and they’re pretty but so tight.”

Joe groans now, but it’s not the “gross, don’t talk about my son like that” way. I think it’s the “you’d look sexy in panties” way.

“I could go and change into something pretty and fill them with my cum.”

“I… No. Just—” He grabs my naked ass and pulls me forward so my dick hits his bare stomach, and he moans with pleasure.

“Oh god, it feels so hot, so smooth.” A single finger circles my tip, and my hips buck as I latch onto his nipple and rut against him.

The taste of him in my mouth, the feel of his soft, hairy belly on my dick, and the low sexy sounds he’s making have me lifting my leg over his hip and grinding even harder. I finish nursing on one side and move to the other. The movement has me sliding down, and I must have moved his pants down because I almost scream when I feel the warm slick slide of his bare dick against mine.

It’s only the tip, but the way he’s grinding against me tells me he likes it too.

I want to praise him and tell him what a good Daddy he’s being, but I don’t want to let go of his nipple, and I don’t want to scare him off.

When he moves his pants deliberately out of the way, I can’t take it anymore, and I explode all over his stomach and cock.

I keep thrusting and rutting, my orgasm going on and on and on. He grunts loudly and stills as his warm thick cum joins mine on his stomach and our dicks.

Daddy just came on me.

That was the hottest thing ever.

I hope he doesn’t freak out now.

“Did we just frot?”

“We did,” I purr as I lift my head from his nipple. “How was it?”

“Amazing.” He sighs and rolls out of bed.

I try to grab him. I know that amazing is a good word, but leaving is not a good thing.

“I’m not freaking out. I’m just going to get something to clean us up.”

“Okay. Then can we spend the rest of the day in bed?”

“No. We should go find a tree. It’s the twenty-first already.”

“Yes, we should.” I sit up. “And look! The power’s back!” I point to his clock as he comes back in the room with a washcloth and washes my abs off. Then he spends more time than a straight guy should washing off my dick and balls. I start to get hard again, and he grins.

“Really?” he teases.

“What, I’m twenty-six,” I answer with a grin.

He looks at me intently. “Can I jerk you off?”

Hell yes. “Right now?”

“Yes. I want to see you come again, and I want to be the one getting you off.”

“Be my guest, Daddy.”

He wraps his large, rough hand around my dick, and it disappears into hold.

“Your dick is cute.” I should be offended, but my dick is on the smaller side, and I kinda like that he noticed. “So much smaller than mine.”

“Hey,” I huff.

“It’s the truth.” He looks down at his own dick. “Daddy wouldn’t lie to you.”

Is this an opening for me to touch him?

“Maybe we should measure,” I suggest and reach for him.

“Sorry, baby, but Daddy isn’t twenty-six and needs more time to reload.”

I huff a laugh. “Reload.”

His hand shifts up and down my shaft now.

“It’s so smooth and warm.” He twists his hand over my head, and my hips buck as I moan loudly. “Hold still and let Daddy play.”

Fuck, he’s trying to kill me. When my hips move again, he places his other large rough hand on my stomach and pins me to the mattress. He doesn’t miss a beat and keeps slowly jerking me.

“It’s so different from mine.”

“Are you, are you cut, like me?” My body is so tense, I feel like I’m going to snap.

“No, boy, Daddy’s not.” Hell yeah! Score one more for Daddy unicorn. Maybe he’ll let me try docking one day.

“I love that. I want to watch you jerk off. Watch your thick head disappear into your sleeve.”

“God.” He groans, and his head falls back onto his shoulders.

“I want to see how you like it and watch your dick get harder and harder. I want to see how big your load is.”

“Remember.” He sounds disappointed, and when I look down, I see that he’s barely hard. “I need time to reload.”

“I understand, and you can just play with me until—oh, right— Gah!” I gasp and squirm as he dips his thumb into my slit. “Yes, Daddy, more, more.”

“My boy likes that, huh?”

“Yes, so much! Play with my slit.” He swirls the drop of pre-cum over my head before he pushes the tip of his thumb against it.

I jolt and cum on the spot. Daddy uses his hand to jerk me fast now so he can help me through my orgasm.

“Oh god, Daddy, it’s so good! It’s so good.”

My head thrashes and my hips buck as he works me over.

“Such a good boy.” He lets go of my dick, and it falls down with a sticky plop. “But look at the mess you made.” He holds his hand up, and I lick it.

His eyes widen so fast.

“More,” he commands, and I suck his fingers like the dirty cum slut I am. I whine when he pulls his hand away, but when he sticks a tentative tongue out to taste it himself, I stop complaining.

His eyes light up, and he sucks my fingers so clean, I’m worried that he might take my skin off next.

Then he surprises me even more by rolling me onto my back and licking my cum off my body.

“So good,” he purrs, and my dick twitches violently.

“Daddy, please, my dick is too tired for you to be so sexy.”

He laughs and nibbles my tummy.

“Oh god!” He swirls his tongue around it and dips into my belly button before he sits up and takes away his warm mouth.

“Who, knew cum tasted so good?” His tongue pokes out and licks his lips.

“Gay men,” I tease. “But seriously, not everyone likes the taste of cum.”

“I’ve never tried it before, but yours is delicious.”

“You can have it whenever you want.”

“You should really think before you make an offer like that.”

I giggle and roll on top of him so I’m straddling his gloriously thick thighs.

“You can have my dick and my delicious cum whenever you want,” I purr and run my good hand through his chest hair and down to his belly.

He twitches.

“Are you ticklish, Daddy?”

He grabs my hand and holds it tight. “No.”

I use my left to twirl the little patch of hair right above his waistband, and he squirms again.

“I think you are.”

When he reaches out to grab my bad hand. I make a big fuss about him hurting me.

“Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His panic subsides when he sees my smile and rolls us over so he can pin me beneath him.

“You little brat,” he accuses and tickles my sides mercilessly. “Using your injury to make me feel bad!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I pant through my laughter. My hand comes up, and I hit Daddy in the head with my cast, and we both cry out in pain.

This time, I’m not playing around.

“Ouch, that hurt. It hurt so bad.” Then I remember I hit him in the head. “Are you okay? Ouch.”

He moves his hand down from his head. “I’m okay, but let’s go get some pain meds.”

“Yes, meds sound very good.”