Page 4 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

LEO

“I’m going to put on pants if you can’t focus.” I grin.

“But… panties.” He gestures wildly.

“I know, but you should finish your sandwich before it gets cold.” I made us grilled cheese with what he had in his fridge.

“It’s fine when it’s cold. In fact, it’s better while cold. So I should suck you off while I wait.” He reaches for me, but I move his hand back.

“Whit, eat,” I order, and he grumbles. “Keep that up and you won’t get any dessert.” I grab my dick so he knows what I mean.

He finishes his sandwich in two bites and then looks at my crotch again.

“I’m not done eating yet.” I take a small nibble.

“That’s okay. I can keep your dick warm.”

I hum in approval. “That’s an excellent idea.” I lean back, and he falls to his knees in front of me. “Don’t take it out and no hands,” I warn him sternly.

He nods and begins mouthing at the silk of my panties.

God, what a good feeling. I’m going to make him sit at my feet and worship me while I work.

WTF?

I never think about more with guys.

No, it’s not just him, it’s the idea. Who wouldn’t want their dick sucked while working?

Yeah, that’s it.

“Oh fuck.” I lean my head back and forget about eating when he uses his teeth to nibble my head. “Hell yeah, that’s a good boy.” I can feel his smile against my dick, and I’m glad he’s enjoying himself too.

“I love these.” He runs his nose along my dick, and my fingers tangle in his soft hair. “So smooth and sexy.”

“I’ve got a whole collection.” We both still at my words. That sounds like it might mean more visits. “You’re lucky you got to see my best pair.”

“Black is sexy, but I bet red would really pop against your skin.”

“Good insight. Now stop talking and get to work.”

He looks at me and locks his lips with a turn of an imaginary key before throwing it away.

“You need your mouth open to suck dick.” So I pretend to reach for the key and unlock his lips. “Now get to work.”

He nuzzles and mouths at the silky fabric before speaking. “Yes, Daddy.”

That’s the second time he’s called me that, and I don’t think it’s an accident. I don’t know if he means it like, “Do me, Daddy” or “Diaper me, Daddy.”

I’ve never thought about having a Little, but the idea isn’t unappealing.

I like spoiling people, I just don’t have anyone to spoil.

I try to spoil my dad and Izzy, but they don’t really feel comfortable with it.

Mom is too comfortable with it, and that’s why I don’t spoil her. She doesn’t appreciate it.

But if I had my own boy to dress and take care of… Nah. I’m too selfish. I wouldn’t make a good Daddy.

I look down at the handsome man on his knees and worshiping my cock. He doesn’t scream Little, but he’s definitely the submissive partner, and I like that.

I take a drink of my water and sigh.

His mouth is warm, and the rough scratch of his beard would be too much against my sensitive skin, but the silk gives it the right bite.

“That’s good, babe, real good,” I praise and tug at his hair. “Your mouth is so hot. I wonder how wet it is.”

His face pops up, and he looks excited. “Can I take it out?”

“Sure, baby. If that’s what you want.” I brush his hair off of his forehead.

He doesn’t answer me and instead pulls my panties down and under my balls before he dives on my dick.

“Such an eager cocksucker, but don’t make me come,” I warn, and he lightens his suction. “Yeah, that’s right,” I purr. “Take your time, make it last.”

Whit proceeds to give me the hottest blow job of my life. He runs open-mouth kisses up and down my shaft before licking back up. He rubs his lips over me and then strokes me as he buries his face in my balls, gently sucking each one in.

“Fuck, your mouth is amazing,” I praise him, and I’m getting close. He’s basically edged me into oblivion. “You have two options.” I lift his chin, and he licks at my head while watching me with his warm brown eyes. “Mmmm… I can come in your mouth or I can fuck you again.”

He gives me a sly smile and stands up. Then he pushes the dishes out of the way, bends over and pulls his boxers down, before lying with his chest flat against the table.

“You greedy bottom.” I run my hands over his ass before slipping a finger inside. Whit grunts and pushes back, sucking me in all the way. “You can’t wait until we get back to your room?” I add another finger.

“I’m good, just fuck me. Please.”

“Begging is good, but I need to get a condom first.”

He whines like a brat, so I smack his ass.

“We need to be safe.” I always use protection, but I’ve fucked a lot of guys since my last test three months ago, like a lot of guys, and I would never risk anyone’s health like that. “Wait here.”

“But…”

I run to grab my coat, and I’m rolling the condom on before I even get back to him.

Wasting no time, I press into his tight hot channel. Whit groans and shifts forward.

“I’ll be gentle.” I don’t want to hurt him, and I was rough with him earlier.

“No! Hard. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

My dick throbs at the thought of fucking him hard, so I grip his hips and pull him back onto me while pushing inside.

“Yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me!” he practically screams.

“Oh yeah, you feel so good. So tight and hot. Such a cock slut.”

“More.” He pants and grips the sides of the table, trying to hold himself still while I pound him into oblivion.

Bending over and kissing his shoulder, I whisper in his ear. Well, as close as I can get to his ear since he’s tall as fuck.

“Be careful what you wish for. I’ve got stamina for days.” Now I bite down, and he cries out so loudly I’m worried that he might have come. “Did you just come?” I demand.

“No, no! It was close, but I held it in.”

“Good boy,” I growl. “Good boy.”

“Thank you…” His words cut off like he wanted to say something else, but I forget about that and get back to the fucking.

“Just know, even if you come first, I’m not stopping until I’m done.”

“Don’t stop, please don’t!”

“Yeah, you like me using you like a hole?”

“Uh-huh,” he murmurs.

“You like me taking you for myself?” I stop thrusting and roll my hips.

Whit cries out again and clenches around my dick, hard.

This time I know he came. His walls are hugging me so tight I can barely move.

His grunts and moans are broken as he comes apart under me.

When he finally relaxes, his body goes limp across the table, and I pull almost all the way out before slamming back into his body.

Whit cries out and tenses again before giving in and letting me ravage him.

“Such a good boy,” I purr. “You’re taking me so well.”

My mind goes blank with lust, and I lose track of time as I wreck his hole.

In and out, harder, faster, more?—

“Daddy,” he whines, and I snap back to the real world.

“Remember what I said?”

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t listen and now you’re lying in your own mess as I fuck you against your table.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he pants.

“It’s okay, boy. Hold your ass open so I can fuck you deeper.

” He reaches back to grab his cheeks and spread himself wide for me, allowing me to slip inside him just a little more, and it feels so good.

“Now squeeze that tight ass around my dick.” His whole body tenses.

“Harder.” He tries, but he can do better.

“Harder!” I demand. “Yeah, that’s a good boy,” I praise as I fuck slowly in and out of him.

The way his big body strangles my cock is so good.

“Too much… I?—”

This time I know he’s had enough, so I pull out and rip the condom off. My hot spunk coats his back as I rut against his ass. “That’s it. You’re such a dirty boy.”

“Dirty and tired.” He pouts but doesn’t get up off the table.

I chuckle and use a napkin to wipe his back off. I’m almost tempted to take a picture because he looks so good all fucked out, and his ass is raw.

I did that.

I want to push my fingers inside of that tight hole just so I can feel the heat again, but I resist. He needs a break.

“Alright, big boy.” I tug his waist. “Come on.”

“Mmmm?”

“You don’t want to fall asleep on your table.”

“Comfy.”

I laugh at that.

“Your table isn’t more comfortable than your bed.” He grumbles and sways into me once he straightens up. “That’s better.”

I help him back into his underwear, but he’s fading fast. It makes sense. He probably works normal business hours, and it’s almost one now.

“Almost there,” I encourage him as he leans heavily on me. Once we get back to his bedroom, he moves toward the bed, but I stop him. “Nope, piss and teeth first.”

He mutters something under his breath and takes a piss. He doesn’t mind that I’m there, and it doesn’t bother me, so I get his toothbrush ready.

“Hands and then teeth.”

He mutters some more but washes his hands and opens his mouth.

I shake my head with a chuckle before placing his toothbrush in his mouth. “You can brush your own teeth.”

He does a half-assed job, but he’s obviously too tired for more.

“Alright, into bed.” I pull back the covers.

He shakes his head but climbs in and hugs his pillow close. I move the covers back up and tuck them around him.

I find myself staring at this handsome man. He looks so sweet and vulnerable right now, and I get a stirring of warm feelings in my chest. Which is new for me.

Shit.

I gotta get out of here, but I pause. I have to give him one last kiss. If I leave without saying something, I might never see him again, and I’m not sure if I’m okay with that. Something about him makes me want more.

I shake my head.

That’s crazy talk. So, I bend and give him a kiss on the forehead, but when I pull away, he grabs my wrist.

“Stay? Please?”

I open my mouth to tell him that I don’t stay.

“Of course.” Huh? I guess I want to stay with him. So I climb into bed behind him and pull him into my arms. He makes a big little spoon, but he sighs contentedly and falls asleep.

I’ve never done this before, but it’s kinda nice. Hopefully I can fall asleep with someone else in the bed, but with the thread count of these sheets, I’m not holding my breath.

Whit lets out a quiet snore and scoots against me even closer.

This man.

How can he be so strong, but so submissive?

Like I should stereotype someone.

I’m a twink who likes to top big guys like him. Normally we’re the needy bottoms who want someone to watch over us.

That describes Whit, not me.

I guess it just goes to show you, never judge a book by its cover.