Page 23 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

LEO

Why is my boy leaking so hot?

The way the red material darkens around his nipples, I can’t look away.

I slap Whit’s hand away when he tries to cover himself. “Don’t,” I growl.

He pulls them back. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m embarrassed.”

I stop my fucking and bend over him. “You don’t need to hide from me, big boy. I love it.”

“You do?”

“I do.” And just to prove my point, I squeeze both nipples, and Whit cries out. His channel clamps around me so tight, I know he’s coming. I get back to fucking him, and I groan in pleasure as I watch his cum fill his pajamas. “You made another wet spot,” I praise.

“Sorry… sorry.” Whit is clearly fucked out, so I give in and pinch his nipples one more time, causing him to clench down on me, and I bury my load in his ass.

“Hell yeah, babe. You’re so tight, so sexy.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Do you know how special this is for me?” I keep thrusting shallowly into him. I never want this to end. I wish my dick would stay hard forever, and I could live in his sloppy hole.

“What is?”

“You’re the first person I’ve ever had bare, and it was fucking incredible.”

“You’re my first too, and I liked it.” He wraps his arms around me tighter and pulls me down. “A lot.”

“Hang on.” I try to move back, but he groans.

“No, don’t go, don’t go.”

“Don’t worry, babe, I’m just going to move so I can suck your tits.”

“But… your cum. It’ll fall out.”

“I didn’t forget.”

I grab the plug off the bed, lube it up, and pull myself out of his warm, wet body. Ugh, I hate the feeling that comes with this part. It’s almost a shock to go from a hot hole to the cold air outside.

I’m quickly distracted by the sight of my cum leaking from my boy’s hole.

I did that. I made that mess.

He’s mine now.

“Hurry, Daddy, hurry. It’s getting away,” Whit begs.

“Of course.” I slide the candy cane plug in and watch as his greedy body sucks it in.

He sighs in relief. “All safe.”

“That’s right, babe. All safe. My greedy cumslut.”

“Yours.” He closes his eyes, and I look him over.

I really made a mess of him. Milk and cum all over his new jammies. He’ll catch a cold if I leave him all wet like that.

“I’m going to have to change your pajamas since you made such a mess.”

Whit hugs himself tight. “No, my jammies.”

I laugh. “Good thing I bought you a few.”

“You have more?” I nod, and he uncrosses his arms. “Okay then.”

“I’m going to have to buy you even more because these are way hotter than I expected them to be.”

“Like them too.”

I help him out of the dirty pajamas and into some clean underwear and new pajamas. I don’t close up the front because he’s leaking, so I take a towel and press it over the side I’m not sucking and get to work emptying my boy.

Whit pets my head and sighs. “You’re the best drinker. Not like the boys. They tease too much.”

“That’s because Daddies don’t mess around.”

“Nope.”

I need to be careful, though. Sometimes I drink too fast and I get a tummy ache.

What? I’m small and he’s big.

Thankfully, he isn’t too full right now, so I’m not too full. By the time I’m done, it feels like Whit might be asleep, but when I remove my mouth, he whines.

“It’s okay, baby,” I soothe. “Do you want to go to bed or finish the movie?”

“Movie.”

“You sure?” I kiss his chest and button him up.

“I need to see the ending.”

“But bed after.”

“Okay. Dicky?” He sounds unsure about taking him, so I grab him off the bed and hand him to my boy.

“Of course. They would never think of making you feel silly.”

He nods. “Good, because I want to snuggle.”

I expect to see my dad and Izzy in the living room, but I guess they aren’t finished— yuck. I don’t want that thought in my head.

“Hey, hurry up, old man,” I shout, and Dad grumbles, so I decide to press him. “If you need directions on how to find?—”

“We’re fine,” he answers, and Izzy giggles.

“Oh, he knows how to find it. He’s so good at it,” Izzy yells back.

“Lalalalala, I can’t hear you.”

“Real mature,” Dad teases.

“Come on, let’s finish this thing. I want to see if Santa dies in the end,” I add.

“Santa can’t die!” both Whit and Izzy gasp.

“So many good presents, and then there were kittens! This was the best Christmas ever.” He squeezes Dicky so tight I’m worried his head is going to pop off.

I can’t help but smile at Whit’s excited rambling.

He’s been going on non-stop since we got in the car to head home. Normally someone talking this much would annoy the shit out of me, but for some reason, he doesn’t.

“I agree. Best Christmas ever.”

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he asks, “How much longer until we get home?”

“Maybe an hour.”

“Can I play my Switch?”

“Sure. That would be a great way to pass the time.”

Whit crawls over the armrest and reaches into the back seat. He was so excited when he opened up the present, I thought he was going to cry. It breaks my heart that while he can afford to buy himself toys and video games, he doesn’t because he’s worried about being judged.

I might scratch his parents’ eyes out if I ever meet them.

“Yes! First place!” he shouts excitedly and turns the Switch so I can see it, not that I look because I’m driving.

“Great job, babe.”

“Are you sad that you didn’t get as many presents as me or Izzy?” he asks softly.

“I don’t need anything, babe, and the crafts you made for me are so much more special.”

“I worked hard on those.”

“And it shows.”

“Where are you going to put them?”

“My desk at home? Since I spend more time there than at work.”

“Good! Then you can see them every day.” His expression turns stern now. “You said we would spend the whole week together, remember?”

I told Minjun as soon as I landed that I was taking a week off and not to call me. He hasn’t yet, but it’s only been a few days.

“I remember, and I’ve got some very special plans for my boy.”

“Really? Like what?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

He smiles and goes back to his game.

My thoughts go back to the talk my dad and I had while Whit and Izzy were fawning all over the kittens.

“What’s holding you back?”

“Nothing,” I snip.

He rolls his eyes. “Leo.”

“Please, your stern Daddy voice has never worked on me, and it won’t start now.”

He rolls his eyes again. “Fine, man to man, what’s the issue?”

“I’ve never been in a relationship before.”

“So?”

“So, doesn’t it seem too fast to be having such strong feelings?”

“No one’s saying you need to get married or move in together right away, but stop holding back your feelings for him.”

“I’ve been all over him since we’ve met, and I haven’t kept my hands to myself since we got here. Hell, I was jacking him off while we were watching the movie last night.”

Dad pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “I did notice that, and since you had to bring it up, Izzy was totally riding me on the couch when you first got here.”

“Oh god!” I moan dramatically. “I didn’t need that mental picture.”

Dad chuckles. “Now you know how your oversharing feels.”

“I can admit hearing it isn’t as funny as telling it.”

“Good. Maybe now you’ll stop ? —”

“Whit leaks while I fuck him,” I hurry to cut him off and laugh.

“Izzy sucks my nipples while I make love to him.” Dad raises a challenging eyebrow.

“Nope, I can’t…” I throw up my hands and turn away.

“He just loves all of my milk ? —”

“Seriously?!”

“And I don’t mean just the milk that comes from my nipples.”

“Yes, I got that.”

“I’m talking about the milk that comes from ? —”

“Finish that sentence and I will cut your tongue off.”

He gives me a wicked smile, which is very unlike him, but I like this playful side. Until he finishes his sentence.

“My dick.”

“That’s it.” I pull out the silverware drawer.

“I’m stronger than you,” he threatens, and damn it, he has a point.

“Fine,” I grumble and shut the drawer.

“Seriously, though. That boy looks at you like you hung the moon, and I can see you’ve got it bad, but you need to tell him too. He sounded a little unsure when I overheard him and Izzy talking.”

“I spoil the hell out of him and brought him to meet my family. All of that is huge for me, the queen of the one-night stand.”

“I know that, but he doesn’t. He’s a sweet boy, and he needs the words too.”

“Ugh. Being in a relationship is so much work,” I grump.

“But it’s worth it,” Dad adds knowingly.

“Yeah, it is.” I sigh dramatically, but I’m smiling.

“So tell him.”

“How do I know when it’s the right time?”

“You just do. I told Izzy I loved him while we were lying in the pile of snow.”

My heart melts at the sappy thought. “That’s fricking adorable.”

“Izzy really is.”

“Don’t hurt him,” I say softly. “I know you won’t but still. He’s had it rough.”

“I know. I’m glad his dad went away because none of my threats worked. He knew I couldn’t really beat the crap out of him since I’m a cop.”

I grin. “You want to know why he went away?”

“Nope. Plausible deniability.”

Now I laugh. “I’ll try to be more open with my feelings for Whit.”

“Good idea. Now let’s get those boys away from the kittens so Winter can take care of them. She seems to be getting a little agitated.”

I look over and laugh. She’s standing on Izzy’s arm and pawing at the kitten he’s holding.

“Do you think we can keep our kittens?” Whit asks, and I snap back to the present. “Or do you think Izzy and Joe will want to keep them all?”

“Five cats is a lot, and I don’t think that my dad wants to take care of that many.

” We’ve never had a pet before because of my dad’s hours and my mom’s laziness, but I knew I didn’t want to take care of one.

I was always too busy, but if it will make my boy happy, we can get a kitten or two. Litter box duty is all his, though.

“Are two cats too many for you?” He seems almost nervous.

“I figured you would want one for your place, but do they allow cats?”

He shakes his head. “No pets, not even fish.”

We will never have fish. I’m not going to bring in some stinky, nasty, dirty pond-dweller into my house.

“My house can handle two cats,” I cave.

“Really!”

“But I’ll need your help to take care of them.”

“I promise I’ll be the best cat parent ever.”

“I know you will.” This is it. This is the time. “I think that means you’ll need to spend more time at my house.”

“Like I can sleep over more often?”

“How else will you take care of the kitties and how will I take care of you?”

His excitement dims. “It’s okay if you don’t want me over all the time. I understand you might need space.”

I grab his hand and smile at him. “This is all new to me, but I like having you in my space. I’m sure there will be some issues to work out, but I want you with me more often.”

“I want to be with you more often too.” He leans over and kisses my cheek. Then he looks around. “Are we going to my apartment?”

“It’s closer, and I’m getting tired.” But I have a special surprise in mind for my boy, and I don’t want him to see it until it’s ready. I need to make a ton of phone calls.