Page 4 of Daddy’s Thirsty Little Doll (The Lactin Brotherhood #24)

EMERY

Michael’s eyes shone with hesitation and uncertainty, and I hated to see the sexy man feeling so troubled.

I was so scared that I got him wet that I didn't even think that it could be milk.

Not many people were aware that men could lactate, but I was raised by my single father, who could lactate, and I was surprised I hadn't considered that as an option.

“Oh, that makes more sense. I was so worried I got you wet.”

The tension left his body and was replaced by confusion. “Wait… you're not weirded out? Most people are shocked when they find out I can make milk.”

“Nope, I was raised by my dad. He started lactating in his teens and has donated his supply to local hospitals for as long as I can remember.”

While I was used to being around a man who could lactate, I’d never felt the desire to try it.

I mean, who wanted to think about drinking their dad's milk… gross. But at that moment, I found myself overcome with the desire to latch my lips around this sexy silver fox’s nipples and feel his warm milk trickle down my throat.

My attention was drawn back to his chest when he absentmindedly rubbed his pecs to soothe his obvious discomfort.

“That’s what I do. I usually pump before I leave the office so I can drop it off on my way home. But I was worried I’d be late due to traffic, so I thought I’d be okay to wait, but I was obviously wrong.”

I licked my lips, unable to take my eyes off his delicious-looking pecs. The milk made his white, form-fitting dress shirt even tighter now that it was wet. It stuck to his skin, allowing me to see every delicious inch of those pecs.

I wanted nothing more than to offer to suck them dry, but given that he was my client, it didn't feel right. But if he asked me, I wouldn't hesitate for a second. Anything I could do to help a client in need… no other reason.

“I'm sorry, I'm sure you’re very uncomfortable right now. Is there anything I can do to help?”

He continued to rub his pecs, making it harder for me to tear my eyes away. I couldn't help it when my tongue peeked out to lick my lips before I reluctantly looked away from his mouthwatering chest. I was shocked to find his eyes full of humor and a touch of heat.

“Thanks for the offer, but there's not much that I can do without my pump. I'll probably just skip the dry and style.”

I couldn’t help feeling slightly disappointed.

I was like a thirsty animal wandering the desert, and he was my newfound oasis.

It wasn't just his milk either. Michael’s entire being was like a magnet pulling me in with an invisible force.

He was sexy and kind, and I’d enjoyed our short time together.

I was sad to see it end early. I barely knew him, and he was making me feel things I had never felt before.

I was startled from my thoughts when he placed a single finger and slowly lifted my face till our gazes met. His eyes were now a mix of humor and heat.

“My eyes are up here, baby doll.” My eyes widened in shock as he chuckled. Damn, he caught me.

“I-I'm sorry.” I squirmed under his intense gaze, feeling a bit guilty for ogling him.

“Don’t apologize. I’ve been enjoying the attention from those gorgeous eyes of yours. You asked me if I needed your help, but truthfully… it looks like you’re the one who needs my help. You seem absolutely parched. May I offer you a taste, baby doll?”

Jackpot! That was it, that was my chance. I couldn’t believe he actually asked. I was speechless. Swallowing hard, I willed my words to come to me, but my mouth was dry and unwilling to cooperate. When my mouth finally decided to cooperate, my voice was soft and pleading.

“Please… I want to help you.”

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he let out a soft chuckle. “I don't doubt that, but I also think you're a needy boy who just wants something warm and wet sliding down his throat.”

My cheeks turned hot with embarrassment, making me squirm once again.

I couldn't stifle the whimper that left my lips.

I was loving every second of this, but it was unexpected and left me feeling a little unsteady.

Michael must have noticed this because he let go of my chin and grabbed my hand, rubbing soft circles into my palm.

“Shh, it's okay. I know we're new to each other, so if you want to stop or if I've made you feel uncomfortable, just say stop and I will. Do you have any more appointments today?”

The connection between us was instant and a tad overwhelming, so his reassurance and understanding had my body fully relaxing into his touch.

“No, you’re my last one. I can lock the door so we’ll have some privacy.”

“That sounds great. Go sit on the loveseat and take a moment to process while I lock up and dry my hair.”

He walked away, and I instinctively rubbed my hand like it was almost painful to lose his touch.

Unsure of how to feel about that, I made my way over to the loveseat and sat down.

I watched intently as Michael locked the door and grabbed a towel to finish drying his hair.

I should’ve felt weird about him ordering me around and moving around so confidently like he belonged here, but I couldn't bring myself to care. It just felt right.

Michael sat down next to me, and my breath hitched as I took in the sexy man before me. His hair was a gorgeous mix of salt-and-pepper gray and was still slightly damp and disheveled. He was so fucking sexy I almost felt the need to pinch myself to make sure this wasn't a dream.

“Come here, baby doll.”

Baby doll. He’d called me that several times now, and each time it made my heart feel warm and my brain fuzzy. I scooted closer and allowed him to pull me into his lap. My mind was racing, unsure of what to do, whether I should say something, or what if I did it wrong.

My worries faded when he rubbed my forehead with his index finger. “Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t look so worried. I’ve got you… You don't have to worry about a thing. Just let me guide you, and it'll all be okay.”

I nodded and allowed my body to relax against his.

My mind was still too overwhelmed to form words, but that was okay, Michael said so.

I watched with awe as he unbuttoned his shirt, and he took another towel and used it to wipe his skin clean from when he had leaked.

He pinched his nipple, making it draw up to a point before cradling the back of my head and pulling me close.

My mouth parted as I gazed up at him questioningly. “Lay your tongue flat and suck. It might take a few tries to get a good flow, but you’ll get the hang of it.”

I wrapped my lips around his pert nipple, flattening my tongue on the underside of his bud.

I gave a few tentative flicks and started to suck.

I hollowed my cheeks and worked my tongue, trying to stimulate the flow.

I felt a whine of frustration start to bubble up, but then finally my efforts were rewarded with a burst of warm, creamy milk.

He cooed at me softly, running his fingers through my hair. “Good job, baby doll. You're perfect.”

His praise lit a fire inside me. Instead of a raging flame, it was a slow simmer burning beneath my skin, making me feel warm and safe. My body felt like goo that Michael was holding together, and if he let go, I’d disappear.

His milk was the best thing I'd ever tasted, sweet and creamy. The warmth of the milk made my insides warm and tingly. I felt a whine escape as the flow tapered off but was soothed when Michael guided my lips to his other nipple.

“Shh, you’re okay. There's more over here, baby doll. Take whatever you need.”

Michael's strong yet soft body was like a pillow against mine, and a peace that I had never felt before settled over me as I suckled. He carded his fingers through my hair, scratching softly at my scalp as I drank, and even though he was technically a stranger, I’d never felt as safe and content as I did in his arms. I never wanted this to end.