Page 18 of Awakening His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #17)

Chapter 18

Joe

I can’t believe I did that.

I jerked another guy off and licked his cum.

Okay, I did more than that.

I sucked cum off of a dude’s body.

I should really be freaking out about all of this, but instead, I want to do it again.

“Think your belly can handle some eggs this morning?” I ask Izzy instead of asking to suck his dick.

SUCK HIS DICK?!

Where did that thought come from?

“I don’t think so, but I think it could handle pancakes.”

“Pancakes have eggs in them.”

“But eggs don’t have syrup.”

“That is very good logic. I think.”

“Please?”

“Alright, fine. Since you asked so nicely.”

“Yay! I’ll get the syrup.”

I chuckle, and he bounces to the fridge.

I don’t think he’s a Little, maybe a Middle? Or is this just who he is? I don’t want to neglect any part of him. As his Daddy, it’s my job to make sure his needs are met.

“Some of my police buddies have Littles.” He turns to look at me. “Do you think you might be a Little?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“I want you to be whatever you want to be, but I don’t want you to hold back with me.”

“I don’t think I’m a Little, but I think I do regress some when I’m with you.”

“I like the way you get silly and seem more open with me.”

“You make me feel safe and lov— cared for.” He ducks his head into the fridge, clearly trying to hide his embarrassment.

He almost said love.

I care for him, but love is a step too far.

Then again, I did have his dick in my hand, so I seem to be taking all kinds of steps I didn’t expect.

I move right behind him, and he doesn’t seem to notice.

“I think we should have blueberries in our pancakes, with syrup, and whipped cream.”

“Sounds good.”

He turns in surprise, and I kiss him. He startles but softens for me. It’s a short kiss with no tongue, but a real kiss, not just a peck of affection.

“What was that for?” His eyes are closed, and he has a sweet look on his face.

“I wanted to see what it was like to kiss you.”

“And how was it?”

I kiss him again, just a little bit longer this time.

“Good,” I answer.

“Just good?” he teases.

I grab him and pull his hard body against mine.

“Well, there was no tongue, so it’s hard to tell.”

A wicked smirk crosses his lips. “I can give you tongue, Daddy.”

This time when we kiss, there is nothing slow, gentle, or sweet about it. His mouth opens right away, and I take advantage by shoving in and licking every inch I can reach. But it’s not enough. I pull him even closer and try to stick my tongue down his throat. I want him to choke on it…

Izzy’s phone rings, and we just ignore it. This is far better than any stupid call. When it rings again, we break the kiss, and I place my forehead on his, the two of us breathing deep and sharing the same warm air. When the phone rings again, I’m seriously considering murdering whoever is bothering us.

I’m enjoying kissing Izzy. More than any other kiss I’ve ever had. I’m not sure what it is about it, about him, but he makes me want more, and he makes me want to give him more.

“It’s probably Leo,” Izzy says.

Oh. His name is like a bucket of ice water to my dick, so I let go of Izzy and grab out the ingredients I need to make pancakes.

What am I doing? It’s not like anything could come of us being together.

There shouldn’t even be an us.

“Joe, wait.” I pause. “Are you going to freak out? We’ve done a lot this morning, and I want to talk about it. I don’t want to push you too fast or away. But I want you in so many ways. All the ways.”

I look at this sweet boy, and I know that my next words could break his heart. I open my mouth and now my phone rings. I roll my eyes at the nosy bastard that is my son.

“We do need to talk about this, but I’m not freaking out. I just need to figure things out in my head.”

Izzy takes my hand in his. “No, don’t do that. Talk to me. Don’t push me away and not tell me why or let me argue against your reasons.”

I huff a laugh. “You want to debate me into dating you?”

“I’d do whatever it takes. I’m not sure if you noticed, but I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.”

“I might have noticed.” My phone rings again, and I hand it to Izzy. “We can talk more later, but you better answer this before Leo sends out the mountain rescue.”

Izzy puts it on speaker.

“Hey—”

“Don’t you hey me, Izaiah David Collins.”

“Uh-oh. Full naming. You’re in trouble now,” I tease.

“Don’t you start with me, Joseph Leslie Long.”

Izzy snorts a laugh. “Leslie.”

I give my boy a friendly glare. “It’s a family name.”

“Never mind that. What the hell were you two doing that was so important you couldn’t answer my calls?”

Izzy turns beet red, and I feel the heat in my cheeks as well. “We were making breakfast,” I say.

“Pancakes!” Izzy blurts.

“Pancakes without me. You bitches.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you had to go down under or whatever.”

“Don’t make a sex joke,” I cut in.

“Aw, come on. I had a really good one.”

“No,” I state more firmly, but I don’t expect him to listen to me.

“You’re no fun. Anyway, I have bad news.”

“Your flight is arriving early?” I tease.

“Whatever, you know you want me there for Christmas, old man.” He’s not wrong. “I won’t be there until Christmas Eve.”

“What? Why?” Izzy whines. “We already decorated without you, and you said the twenty-third.”

“Yes, but the airports are still backed up with people stuck all over the place. I can’t even leave until the twenty-third now. I’m going to get a massage, a bottle of champagne, and charge it to my boss because I’m so fucking annoyed.”

“Isn’t your job finished?”

“Yeah, but since I’m still here, he’s paying me up the ass to update some of their older systems.”

“That sounds boring.”

“It is, but I got you a really nice present today,” Leo tries to bribe his pouty best friend.

“How nice?”

“Let’s just say it will help you with what we were talking about the other day cause your left hand?—”

“I don’t need anything. Da—Joe is taking care of me.”

“You did not just call my dad Daddy.” Leo sounds like he’s teasing, but we both know him well enough to know he’s not.

“No, I called him Joe, and he’s been helping me.”

“Iz, what did we say about straight guys?”

“Nothing good can come from it.”

“That’s right. Besides, he’s been around since you were like ten. It would be like kissing a family member, and yuck.”

Izzy blushes, and I know that he’s thinking about how good our kiss was, but Leo’s right. I’m straight and he’s, well, he’s not like a son to me or anything, but he’s always been around. Maybe it should be weird.

“We’ve got to go check on the pancakes. Call us when you land,” I say.

“Will do, and don’t freeze your balls off.”

We all say goodbye, and I get back to making the pancakes. I’m quiet as I think about what happened, and Izzy babbles nervously. Like if he keeps talking, I can’t tell him that we need to talk.

“So, I know you should never say ‘we need to talk,’ but we need to talk.”

“Oh yes, let’s talk about me sucking your nipples and your dick.”

“Izzy.”

“Fine, just your nipples. You can rub off on me again.”

“Izzy.”

“Don’t tell me no,” he orders.

“Izzy!” I snap.

He crosses his arms and pouts.

“I just want to talk?—”

“You want to tell me no. I can see and feel it.” He puts his head down now, and I think he might cry. “You won’t even give me a chance. It’s okay. No one ever wants me. Why would you?”

“What do you mean?” I take a step closer to him.

“It doesn’t matter.” He backs up. “I’ll just go to my room. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“Izaiah, wait.”

“Don’t call me that,” he grumps, but he stops.

“You didn’t let me talk.”

“If you say ‘it’s not you, it’s me,’ I’m going to walk out into the snow and take a nap.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Fine, I’ll just die right here of embarrassment.”

“Izzy.”

“I’m listening,” he sasses.

Now that he’s standing there with his arms crossed defensively around his waist and the hurt shining out of his eyes, I can’t tell him no, and honestly, I don’t want to.

Why can’t I have this?

I’ve never gotten to choose anything just for myself. Everything has always been about someone else, and what do I have to show for it?

A cabin in the woods.

That’s it.

A cabin in the woods.

No spouse, no nest egg, no house, no pets.

Sensing my hesitation, he presses his advantage. “Why does it have to be about who has what parts? I’m attracted to you, and you’re attracted to me. Getting your dick sucked will still feel good even though I’m a dude.”

“This isn’t just about sex.”

“No, it isn’t. I want you in every way. I want you to be my Daddy and my boyfriend.”

“Leo doesn’t approve.”

“Fuck him.”

“Izzy.” I laugh.

“What, we’re both adults, and if I want to suck your dick, I can.”

“You really want to suck my dick, don’t you?”

He gets closer. “I really do.” He reaches with his good hand for my waistband.

“I don’t think sex is what Leo’s worried about.”

“What then?” His hand slips into my boxers.

“What if this is just a phase?” I ask.

He takes my dick in hand. “Is it just a phase?” His finger moves over my head, and I shiver.

“Oh god… Wait.” I pull back, and he lets go of my dick. “What if we give this a try and it doesn’t work out? It might be awkward, and Leo won’t want to lose either of us.”

Izzy takes a hold of my cheeks and moves me so we can look each other in the eye. “Joe. I’m all in on this, and I promise I would never make things weird for Leo. He’s my best friend.”

“I’m nervous,” I admit. “What if I can’t be the man you need me to be?”

“You already are.” His arms come around my neck. “You’re kind, caring, sexy, and sweet.”

“Yeah, but?—”

“Please, give us a chance.”

“What if I can’t keep up with you… in the bedroom?”

“I haven’t had sex in four months.”

“Yes, but you came twice earlier.”

“Because you were touching me.” I think back to how weird it was to touch his dick, but how interesting it was to see what he liked and what noises I could get him to make. “See.” I must be smiling. “You liked it.” Then he steps closer again and rubs against my flagging erection. “You can play with me as much as you want.”

“I did like that.”

“Can we just see how the next few days go? We’re basically dating already.”

He’s right. I’ve been kissing him and holding him and now jerking him off.

“What about Leo?” My son might be bossy and overbearing, but he’s my son and important to me. I never want to hurt him.

“We don’t hide this from him. He’ll be more upset if we go behind his back.”

I nod my head.

“We’ll tell him when he gets here, or he’ll be pissed long distance and that isn’t fun. Last time, he was mad at me over a long distance, he sent me ten bouquets of chrysanthemums and daisies.”

“Aren’t you allergic to those?”

“I am. He did send me a box of allergy meds later. I think he felt bad.”

I laugh because that sounds like my son. Act first and apologize later.

“Can you answer me one question with complete honesty?” Izzy looks so open, so vulnerable right now.

“I can try.”

“Do you want to be with me?”

I pause searching his pretty brown eyes. Can I really do this? How can I not do this?

“I do. You’re sweet, funny, thoughtful, and sexy. Obviously.” I wiggle my hips. “My dick doesn’t care that you’re a dude.”

“So we’re doing this?”

“We’re doing this.”

“Good, can I get back to touching your dick then?”

“Please.”

Izzy grins at me the whole way down as he takes my pants with him. Then he surprises me by rolling his tongue under and around my foreskin over and over until he hollows his cheeks and pulls back, drawing a long moan from me.

“You like that, Daddy?” he asks.

“Your mouth should be sucking, not talking.”

Then he really gets to work, and my nipples throb. I want to squeeze them and feel the pleasure that it brings.

“You’re leaking again,” he pants.

Screw it. I whip my shirt and the chest wrap off before I fall onto the couch. Izzy’s between my thighs with his hand on my dick and his mouth is on me so fast. The strong pull of his mouth is almost too much and when he pinches the other nipple. My dick explodes all over his chest while I leak milk on to my own.

“Jeez boy, your mouth is amazing.” I pet his hair while he continues to suck my nipple. When he’s done with the first side, I move him onto my lap with my legs spread out to the side.

This gives me perfect access to his hard little cock, so I take advantage and move my hand into his sweatpants. He whimpers and his hips buck up into my hold.

“That’s it, good boy. Let Daddy play with you.”

His dick is so small compared to mine, and he’s cut, so it’s weird not having a foreskin, but something about it is nice. I can feel the full length, and the tip of his head is so sensitive. Another pass of my hand and Izzy is coming into his pants. His moans of pleasure are muffled by my nipple since he refuses to let go until he’s fully wrung out.

“Sorry, it’s too good. Your milk and your hand. It’s everything.”

“Don’t be sorry, I can play with you more later.”

“Yes, Daddy,” he purrs. Daddy sounds so good coming from his pink and swollen lips.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”