Page 4 of Self Expression (The Lactin Brotherhood #15)

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ENZO

Am I actually gonna do this?

I unscrewed the lid to Lincoln’s stainless steel Yeti and contemplated my life choices. Why didn’t I just do this in the bathroom before I left? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

But here I was, stuck in an elevator with very limited options.

Lincoln wasn’t freaked out by what I had told him. In fact, he’d met someone like me in a club. That was an interesting bit of information. What kind of club was it? The Lactin Brotherhood had milkman events at kink clubs throughout the world, including some local ones that I’d participated in a couple times. Could he be talking about one of those? Or had he just been randomly talking to someone who mentioned that they lactate? I wanted to dig into that story, but between his tears and the open bottle in front of me, my body was ready, and I couldn’t put it off any longer.

I released the top button of my shirt and glanced up at Lincoln. “Do you want me to turn my back? If this bothers you, please tell me.”

“No, not at all.” He cleared his throat and tried to be casual as he shifted from his back to his side, but I could clearly see the outline of his erection in his snug pants. “Like I said, I hooked up with a guy who lactated, and it was pretty awesome.”

What the fuck? He definitely didn’t mention hooking up with the guy and being into it. That changed everything.

I kept my head down as I fully unbuttoned my shirt, grateful not to have the cold, wet fabric against my skin any longer. Then I positioned the open mouth of the bottle near my nipple. As my hand cupped my pec, I gave Lincoln one last out. “You’re sure this is okay with you?”

He nodded with his eyes glued to my chest, but then he quickly looked up at me. “Oh, do you want me to look away? I know I’ve said I’m thirsty, but I don’t mean to be so… thirsty like that.” He chuckled and then bent his knees, further masking his hard-on. “God, ignore me. I’m getting a little delirious now.”

Fuck, now I was getting an erection. That just made the milk begin to drip out on its own. I inhaled a deep breath and focused on aiming into the bottle. “You don’t have to look away. Whatever you’re comfortable with is fine with me.”

I began the familiar process of kneading my chest muscles until a steady flow of milk sprayed out, hitting the stainless steel bottle in a rhythmic sound. The only other sounds were from Lincoln’s steady breathing and my own labored breaths loud in my ears.

I took a chance and glanced up at him, hoping I wouldn’t find disgust or revulsion on his face. Instead, there was the distinct gaze of lust and desire that I’d only personally experienced with a few past lovers. My own dick was hard and pulsing, but I couldn’t do anything to relieve that pressure with both hands occupied.

“Does that feel better?” he whispered.

“Much.” I continued to manually express, even though the most immediate pain had subsided. “I shouldn’t have waited so long to do this. Thank you for being so cool about it.”

He chuckled softly and moved his hand over his dick, no longer trying to be discreet. “I’m not sure if cool is the right word. Horny is probably a better way to describe it.” His gaze lifted and he caught my stare. “Sorry. That’s completely inappropriate. It’s just… past my bedtime.” Lincoln moved his other hand to his mouth and bit down on the tip of his thumb with his eyes glued to my chest.

“What’s making you horny, kid?” He was probably only a few years younger than me, but curled up in an almost fetal position with one hand over his cock and the other in his mouth gave off a heavily Little vibe. “Me or the milk?”

He stuck his thumb fully in his mouth for a moment then pulled it out. “Both.”

Well, fuck. I lifted the bottle and gave it a shake, estimating it was about 30% full. “I’m done with one side if you want some.” I took a slow breath and looked him in the eye. “From me or the bottle.”

Lincoln’s thumb popped out of his mouth, and he sat up again. “Really?” His eyes bounced from my bare chest to my face. “You’d let me?”

“Yeah, sure.” I put the bottle down, not sure which of the options he was going for. “It’ll help me and nourish you, so…go for it.”

He pushed up onto his knees and grabbed the bottle. A wave of disappointment filled me until he put the cap on it and moved it out of his way. Then he turned toward the back of the wall and faced me, his face just inches from mine. “So I can just…drink?”

I nodded and placed my hand around my left pec, stimulating a few drops to form at the tip of my nipple. “Have you done this before?”

“Once.” He lay across my lap and positioned his arm around my left side so he was clinging to me. “Best night of my life.” He bit his lip and then licked the drops bubbling off my skin. “Until tonight.”

Fuck me. The best night of his life? The night in which we were both trapped in a dimly lit elevator?

Then his lips closed over my taut skin, and I groaned, unable to hold back the instant relief I felt when he sucked in a long pull and filled his mouth with milk. I’d only nursed people a few times in the past, and it was always a million times better than using a pump.

Just the sensation of having a hot, wet tongue lick and wrap around my skin was beyond anything I’d experienced sexually.

Watching his eyes shut and his throat work made me almost come in my pants.

After a moment, I fully relaxed. Since I no longer needed to apply pressure manually, I threaded my fingers into his hair, holding him to me so he didn’t have to strain his neck and he could fully enjoy this moment.

This moment that had quickly claimed the spot of being the best night of my life too.