Page 12 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

WHIT

This is a terrible idea.

It feels like cheating. I mean, I know it’s not, but still. I should just use my pump, but I’m so tired of it, and it doesn’t do near as good a job as a warm soft mouth…

I shake my head and turn back to my car.

What the hell am I doing here? There’s a hot man who fucks me so good, and I’m going to risk?—

“Hey, Whit.” Kevin puts a hand on my shoulder. “How’s it going?”

“Good.”

Mark comes up next. “Whit. Good to see you, man.” Then before I know it, they’re both walking me into the bar and sitting me down at a table with a rum and cola and a bunny on my lap.

“So, what’s your name?” I try for small talk, but his wandering hands tell me that he’s not here for small talk.

“I’m Tony, and I’m very thirsty.” He pouts, and it’s wasted on me. I’m about to tell him to get off my lap when he twists a nipple hard, and I gasp, my milk squirts out against my padded shirt.

Well fuck, now that he’s started the flow, I won’t be able to stop it easily.

“Fine. Let’s go to the back.”

Tony jumps off my lap and squeals with delight.

“I’ll take such good care of you, Daddy.” He grabs my hand and drags me away.

What was I expecting? Of course he thinks I’m a Daddy, they all do.

Maybe I should tell them that I’m looking for a Daddy of my own and to fuck off, but that seems like so much work. Besides, I only ever see any of the Daddies flirting with cute little twinks. So I’m obviously not their type.

But Leo likes me.

That thought makes me smile and almost has me pulling away from Tony, but I need the relief now. I’d never make it home.

Tony bounces on the couch, patting the space beside him.

“Come on, Daddy, take your shirt off.” I unbutton it and sit down. “You look so yummy.” He crawls into my lap and teases me with his lips.

“I’m already leaking. You don’t need to play.”

“I like playing.” He grins up at me.

“Me too.” Lies. “But I’m feeling too uncomfortable. Can you make me feel better?”

He finally stops his playful teasing and begins sucking. It’s still maddeningly slow, but at least some of the pressure is receding.

I lean back and close my eyes. My arms stretch out across the back of the couch because I don’t want to touch him. I just want him to empty my chest and?—

“What’s going on here?” A sassy and familiar voice snaps me to attention.

Oh. Fuck.

What do I say about this one?

“It’s not what it looks like,” I try, and the bunny on my lap giggles but doesn’t stop drinking.

“Alright, cutie, I know he’s handsome, but off you go.” Leo rubs Tony’s hair soothingly.

“But—” Tony pouts but jumps to attention when Leo raises his voice.

“Now!”

Tony runs out of the room.

Leo takes the seat next to me and looks at my chest. Since Tony wasn’t drinking for very long, my nipple is dripping steadily, so I move and try to cover myself.

“Nope,” Leo hisses. “Explain.”

“I have a rather rare condition that makes me lactate?—”

“Not that. The twink.”

I almost grin when I think about Leo calling someone a twink because he’s smaller than Tony was.

When Leo clears his throat, I jump into a pathetic attempt to explain myself.

“Oh. Well, I need to pump, and I hate pumping, so when there is an event for men like me, I try to find a person to…” God, this is so embarrassing.

“Suck your tits?” Leo tone is sharp, but not angry.

“Well, yes. But it wasn’t going to be sexual,” I hurry to explain. “It can be, and I get hard, but I’m not looking for more. And since it wasn’t for sex, and we’re not exclusive, I mean, I want to be but only if you do, and I thought…” All of my reasons sound pathetic, so I stop talking.

“Why didn’t you ask me?”

What if he’s grossed out and wants to leave? Better to find out now, so I chance a look at him. That’s when I notice that he’s staring at my chest with lust or disgust. It’s hard to say.

“We just started dating, and I didn’t want to weird you out or scare you away. I thought that if we could have more time to be together, you might come to like me enough and not leave when you find out about my problem.” I put my head down in shame.

There’s a quiet pause for a moment, and I’m worried I’ve messed up too bad. The tears fall from my eyes and join the milk already leaking from my body.

“Hey.” Leo’s voice is soft as he touches my chin. I look up and see a shimmer in his eyes. “No more secrets, and no one sucks on you but me.” He wipes my tears away. “Understand?” The smile that crosses my face must be comical.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now I’ve never tried breast milk, and I’m not sure I’ll be into it, but if skin to skin is something you need, we’ll figure it out.”

I sigh with relief. “Thank you.”

He kisses me quick before he frowns at my chest. “Ugh, that little tramp had his mouth on you first.” He looks around.

“Oh, there’s some towels over there.” I point.

“Good.” He grabs what he needs and wipes my nipple off.

“You’re leaking like crazy.”

“I didn’t pump before— Holy hell!” Leo latches on and sucks aggressively. He doesn’t waste time and gets to work. The bunnies like to tease and flick their tongues around, but not him. “God, that feels amazing,” I praise and lay my head back.

“Tell me if I do it wrong.” He hurries the words out and is right back to business.

“No, it’s amazing. You’re sucking me like a Da— man would and not a Little.”

Leo smiles smugly around my nipple before he pulls back slightly. “Daddy?”

I throw my arm over my eyes. I might as well tell him everything. He probably already knows because I’ve called him Daddy like a hundred times.

“Fine. I want a Daddy.”

“Are you a Little?”

“I’m—”

I let out a groan of pleasure as he latches back on, and I close my eyes. I open them when I feel a tap on my side. The look he gives me tells me to continue talking.

“I want to be, but no one wants me as a boy. Everyone assumes I’m the Daddy before I even have the chance to say no.”

“Don’t worry, cutie, I know you’re not the Daddy.” He nuzzles back into my chest.

“Are you a Daddy?” My words are quiet because I’m not sure if I want to hear his answer.

“Let’s talk more later.” He climbs into my lap and leans against the arm of the couch so he can reach my other side. “For now. I have a mess to clean up.”

Leo licks up the milk that spilled while he was feeding and then sucks me in sharply.

I hiss, and he stops.

“Keep going. That was a good noise,” I pant. He raises an eyebrow. “Please?”

I can practically hear his “good boy.”