Page 16 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

WHIT

“Baby?” My eyes open when I feel fingers gently card through my hair. “There’s my boy.”

Where did I go?

My eyes close again.

“Nope. You’ve been under there for an hour, and I know you must be getting uncomfortable.”

Am I?

I shift slightly, and my back pulls tight.

“Still good,” I protest and continue suckling.

“As much as I enjoy your hot mouth, you need to move and get some water.”

“Juice?”

“Fine, juice.” He wipes my mouth. “Thank you for helping me get my work done.”

I tilt my head. How did I help him?

He chuckles. “I couldn’t focus on the incredible feeling of your mouth, so I had to concentrate on work.”

“Good job?” I asked and wondered why I was talking in such short phrases. Talking seemed like too much work right now. I was so floaty.

“Very good job, baby.” I smiled, and Daddy moved back. “Come on out.” I crawl out and then flop down on the floor and stretch. “That was a big stretch. I bet you really needed that,” he says as he heads to the kitchen.

He’s right, I did need that.

When he comes back, he has a cup with a straw, and he sits on the couch. “Will you snuggle with me?”

I love snuggles, so I climb into his lap, and he grunts while I try to make myself fit into his arms.

Once I finally settle with my back to his front and my legs out in front of me, he hands me the cup.

I take a big drink, and he gently scratches my beard.

“I love how sexy this beard is.” His hand moves to my chest. “And this chest hair. It’s so manly.”

My fingers reach back, and I rub his face. “Smooth.”

“Do you like it?”

“So pretty.” I especially love his waxed pubic area. I’ve never been with a guy who was so clean shaven, and it was nice not to be picking pubes out of my teeth.

“You don’t mind that I’m so smooth?” I shake my head and drink more juice. “Some guys don’t like the hairless look or the panties.”

“I love it.”

“Thank you, babe.” He kisses the top of my head, and I yawn. “Are you tired? Do you want to take a nap?”

A nap sounds great, so I snuggle in deeper and grab my blanket off the couch.

“I was thinking more in the bed, not on my lap.” He chuckles.

“Daddy too?” I turn and ask.

“Yeah, a nap sounds great. I’m still a little jet-lagged.”

Since he agreed, I get up and then pick him up too.

“I can walk, you know,” he protests but nuzzles my neck. I gently lay him on the bed and get in next to him to be his little spoon. My arms curl around my octopus, and my thumb finds my mouth.

I quickly pull it out. Men don’t suck their thumbs.

“You just love sucking on things.” Daddy’s voice is full of heat.

“Is it okay?”

“I think it’s adorable, babe. You be you and let Daddy worry about the rest.”

That sounds nice, so I put my thumb back in my mouth and drift to sleep.

“Hey, babe?” Daddy calls from his office. I stop my painting and run in to see what he wants. “That was fast.”

“You called.” I shrug and get on my knees in front of him.

“I did. I was thinking it was time to start dinner, but my boy seems to be a little messy.” He grins and wipes some blue paint off my cheek.

That’s when I notice that my arms are also covered in paint. I’m not even sure how that happened.

“How about I give you a quick shower?”

“Yes, please.”

I love when he gives me showers. We’ve been doing this Daddy/Little thing for a few days, and he’s been giving me a shower on the nights I sleep over.

It’s not always sexual, but we’ve found out that him feeding after the shower really helps me empty fully, and I get a little more time in the morning before I feel like I’m going to burst.

“Would you mind if I join you?”

“Of course not.”

“I don’t want to go home tonight,” I say sadly.

“You have work tomorrow, and you can’t wear only gray sweatpants.”

“But I don’t want to go.” I pout dramatically and throw myself in his arms. He huffs as I squeeze the air out of his body.

“Alright, big boy. I know that, but you can’t crush Daddy.” I let up the tiniest bit, and he laughs. “Thank you, now… I don’t think it would be possible to spend every night together—” I whine. “But we can bring some of your work clothes over here?—”

“You want me to stay over more often?!”

“So when you can stay, you have something to wear. Even though I like you naked. And if you didn’t already notice, I have a very high sex drive and I need sex on the regular.”

“I did notice.”

“Is it too much?”

“Hell no! You can pound my ass until I can’t sit straight for a week.” Leo laughs now, and it’s such a pretty sound. “In fact.” I nuzzle into his neck and suck on the soft skin.

“Mmm, babe, that feels so good.”

“Maybe you could fuck me again?” We haven’t fucked since he first got back from his trip, and I know he was giving me time to recover, but I didn’t need it.

“Are you sure? I noticed you were still sitting a little gingerly.” He gives me a smug smile.

“I like the sting. It reminds me of you while I’m sitting in my stupid office, in my stupid chair, in front of my stupid computer, while I look at stupid numbers.”

“Sounds like your job is stupid,” he teases.

“It is, and I don’t want to go back.”

“I know, but hey, we’ve still got the whole night together, and I have a big surprise planned for you.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“What is it?”

“I’m not telling, but I will tell you that you need to dress comfortably.”

“Okay.” I run to his room and pull some of my gray sweatpants out of my drawer. I know he won’t like it, but I leave my underwear on. I’m not giving everyone a free show. My body belongs to my Daddy. I put a hoodie on over my compression shirt and head back to the living room.

“How’s this?”

He eyes my crotch very intently, and my dick tingles but doesn’t get hard.

“I don’t like the underwear, but I’m glad you decided to wear it out. Your sexy commando dick is all mine.”

“Just for you.”

He pulls me in for a quick kiss.

“Alright. We’re going to stop and get some dinner and then…” He pauses dramatically.

“My surprise!”

“Yep.”

We arrive at a make-your-own stir-fry place. It looks like a lot of fun to me, but it’s loud and crowded and doesn’t seem like a place Leo would normally choose.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“I thought this could be fun, and I wanted to keep dinner on the lighter side. Nothing too heavy or greasy.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me. You’ll thank me later.” He pushes me to the hostess stand.

“Hi there. Two for Leo.”

“Sure thing.” She grabs two menus and leads us to a smaller table in the back where it’s quieter.

“That’s better. I hate noisy restaurants.”

“I appreciate that you picked this because you thought I’d like it.”

He smiles and reaches for my hand. I twine my fingers with his. “I find myself doing lots of new things with you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it’s a good thing.”

We just sit there and grin like idiots at each other until the server comes over.

“Hey, guys, and welcome. Is this your first time dining with us?”

“Yes.”

“Okay great, let me give you a quick rundown.” He goes over picking our veggies, proteins, sauces, and then taking them to the grill so they can stir-fry it for us.

“Sounds fun,” I say.

“I’ll have a Mai Tai,” Leo adds, and he sounds less than impressed with the idea of having to make his own dinner.

“And for you?” the server asks.

“I’ll have whatever IPA you have on draft.” The server nods and heads off.

“Just one beer tonight.”

“Why just one?” He’s never limited me before, but I rarely go overboard.

“You need to be sober for your surprise.”

“But you don’t?”

“Nope, it’s all for you.”

I wonder what kind of surprise has something that’s just for me? “You’ll be with me, right?”

“Of course, babe, but you’ll be doing all the work. I’m just going to watch.”

“I’m okay with that. Now can we go get our food?”

He rolls his eyes at my excitement, but he’s also grinning. “Fine, but anything you take you need to eat, so make sure you don’t make anything gross.”

“Good call.”

We head up to the veggie station, and I freeze.

There are like twenty different veggie options. How the hell am I supposed to know what goes with the sauce or protein I pick? What if I do make something yucky?

“Hey, I’ve got you.” Daddy places his hand on my low back, and I sigh in relief. “Let’s start with veggies you like.”

“I don’t like many veggies.”

“I know, and that will make this easier.” He picks up a divided tray. “So we know you don’t like broccoli or onions.”

“Or kale.”

“No one likes kale. It’s the devil’s lettuce.”

“I thought that was pot?”

“Nope, kale. Now, how about bell peppers?”

“I like those.” He adds a few.

“What else?”

“Snap peas.”

“Good choice.”

“Cabbage?”

“Sure, cabbage is good in a stir-fry. I think that might be enough for our first try. Let’s move to the protein next.”

There are fewer options for meat, but it’s still a lot.

“How about steak? You can never go wrong with meat.”

I snicker. “Meat. But yes, that sounds good. Can I have double?”

“I suppose you are a growing boy.” He pats my belly and adds another scoop of steak.

Then we move to the sauce station, and my head is going to explode. How the hell does anyone choose?

I didn’t have to worry, though. Daddy knows what to do.

“Do you want something on the sweeter side? Or more savory?”

“Spicy,” I say, and he grimaces. “Don’t like spicy?”

“Pepper is about as much as I can handle. But you go ahead.”

“Okay.” I spoon some sauce into a little cup.

“Now we just need to have them cook it. I’ll make my dinner while you wait for yours.”

“Awesome!” I hurry over to the grill area and hand the chef my tray.

They are standing in the center of a large circular flat-top grill. The chefs cook and toss multiple dishes, working fast to keep up with the diners. Leo joins me a minute later, and we watch the show until our food is ready.

When we get back to our table our drinks are already there, along with glasses of water.

“Make sure you drink your water too.”

“Okay.” Not sure why it matters, but he said so, so I take a drink of water before I take a drink of beer. “Ah, that’s good.”

“I’ve never been much of a beer drinker,” he says as he picks all of the fruit and umbrellas out of his drink.

“You want to try a sip?” I offer.

“Sure, why not?” He reaches over and smells the glass. “It doesn’t smell bad.”

“Just try it.”

“Fine.” He takes a sip and sputters. Then he wipes his mouth with a napkin. “Oh God! That’s awful.” He takes a big drink of his Mai Tai, and I try not to laugh. “Why would anyone drink that? It tastes like a skunk’s butt.”

Now I give in and laugh. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Don’t question Daddy,” he scolds and takes another drink of his Mai Tai. “That was awful.”

“So dramatic,” I tease.

“We’ll see if I let you kiss me with that mouth,” he threatens.

“I’ll find a mint.”

“Eat your food before it gets cold,” he grumps.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Damn, it’s hot in here.” I pull on the collar of my shirt.

“Here. Give Daddy your hoodie.”

I strip it over my head, and he wolf whistles.

“My t-shirt came up too, didn’t it?”

“Yep. And I just want to rub my face on your hairy belly.”

“Not now. You’ll make me hard.” I blush and hand him my sweater.

“I’m already hard,” he purrs in my ear. “But later.” Then he takes my hand and pulls me deeper into the space. That’s when I realize it’s a hot shop.

“Awesome! Are we blowing glass?”

“ You are. I’m going to watch from the gallery where it’s cool while you have a private lesson.”

“A private lesson?” He nods. “This is amazing. You really are the best Daddy.”

“Thank you, sweet boy.” I give him a quick kiss. “Now go have fun and try not to burn yourself.”

I run over to the instructor. She’s probably in her mid-forties, and her hair is a vibrant pink mullet.

“I’m Shelia, and you must be Whit.” I shake her hand.

“I am, and I love the hair.”

“Thanks, it helps keep me cool and the sweat out of my eyes. Which you’ll find out is very important.”

“I bet. It’s hot in here already and I haven’t done anything yet.”

“Well, if you get addicted to glass, you’ll develop somewhat of a tolerance over time.”

“Addicted?”

“It happens.” She shrugs. “Glass isn’t for everyone, but for those it is, it becomes your passion. Have you ever blown glass before?”

“Once when I was in high school, and it really stuck with me. I still have the piece I made. Too bad I had to study finance instead of art in college.”

“Numbers, blah. They’re the worst.”

“So true.”

“Alright, for our first lesson, we are going to start with the basics.” She walks over to the oven. “This is a glory hole.” I try, really, really try not to laugh. “Go ahead, it’s funny.” She grins, and I chuckle. “Inside is where we keep the liquid glass. It’s a mixture of sand, soda, and lime.”

“That sounds like a drink, well, minus the sand.”

“It kinda does. But it’s not like we throw a lime in there and it makes glass; it’s calcium oxide which helps keep the durability up.

As we get started, you’ll find out that glass is a tricky bitch.

” She takes a hook and hooks one of the doors on the glory hole.

I snicker again. That will never not be funny.

“The first thing you need to learn is that everything is hot and never touch with your bare hands.”

I’m hit in the face with a blast of heat when she opens the door. We are talking melt-your-face-off hot.

“Holy hell.”

“I imagine it’s hotter than hell.” She grins.

“What’s the temperature of that oven?”

“Over two thousand degrees.”

“Seriously.”

“Yes, so don’t forget, everything is hot, and if something falls, let it fall. If you get the urge to grab something and you’re not sure, assume it’s hot and use the protective equipment.”

“Everything’s hot. Got it.”

“Alright, so we grab a blow pipe and gather up some of the liquid glass, or batch.”

She reaches it in and pulls out some molten orange glass. Some of it drips into a water bucket on the floor, but she turns the blow pipe and it kind of melds back together.

I watch in awe as she pulls and blows the glass into the shape of a heart.

She makes it look easy.

“Now it’s your turn.” She hands me a blow pipe with a smile.