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Nine Months Later

“In here.” I tug on Hunter’s hand as I guide her into a dark utility closet toward the back of the main house. She tries to stifle her giggles but accidentally sends a broom clattering to the floor in the process. I’m grinning from ear to ear from my own delight.

When I pull on the knob to close the door behind us, I’m met with resistance.

“Hold up.” Garrett slinks into the dark space. The small block window on the opposite wall casts just enough light to illuminate the sly grin he’s wearing.

“ Greedy ,” Hunter squeals in surprise.

“Mind if I join you?”

He’s looking at our girl, but his question is aimed at me.

“I do not mind.” Looming over Hunter, I dip one finger beneath the plunging neckline of her wrap dress, teasing her ripe, bountiful cleavage.

She’s a vision in light lavender, and I’ve been desperate to get her alone since the moment we arrived in Lake Como this morning.

“But we have to be quiet. And quick. And truth be told, I do have a very specific desire in mind.”

I smooth my hand over the expanse of her plump, full breast. When I come into contact with her taut nipple, she gasps. As suspected, she’s not wearing a bra, making it even easier to manifest my fantasy into reality.

“I’ll follow your lead.” Garrett leans in and captures Hunter’s mouth in a passionate kiss. He pulls away and ravages her neck before coming up for air. “Put me to work,” he says to me. “Tell me what to do. Let me be your extra hands.”

“And if I need you to be my extra mouth? An extra tongue or throat, perhaps?”

Hunter whimpers and drops her head back.

Garrett covers her mouth with his hand, eyes sparkling. “I’ll do anything, Si. I’m your guy.”

Very well, then.

“Get down on your knees before her and feast on her weeping core.”

Without hesitation, Garrett gets into position and pulls on the bow holding Hunter’s dress in place. “Gladly.” Once her full tits and the soft, curved expanse of her stomach are on display, he makes quick work of her panties, leaving her naked and panting before us.

“What are you—”

“Shh.” I bracket her face with my hands and kiss her lips. Then, with my mouth, I blaze a trail down her neck and chest. “You know these make me feral, Mahina.” I gently squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. “The way they bounce when you walk. The way they rise and fall when you laugh and press together when you bend down to lift our son.” I squeeze again.

She mewls, rolling her hips forward into Garrett’s eager mouth. “Every time these tits bounce, I dream about drinking from them. Every time I see your tight, pointed nipples pressing through fabric, I silently pray for them to leak so I can lap up every last drop.”

“Fuck,” Garrett mutters from between Hunter’s thighs. “She’s drenched. Your words have her fucking soaking me.”

Good. She’s going to be leaking all over by the time I’m done with her.

I run my tongue between her breasts, then circle one areola over and over. When she grips my hair and holds me to her chest, I finally take her into my mouth.

I nibble gently to start, easing her into the erotic, needy suckling I’m desperate to unleash. All I’ve dreamt about for days is having my mouth on her breasts. Her milk flowing freely as her cunt pulses and spasms with pleasure.

The visions have plagued me since we tried it for the first time a few weeks ago. I never would have pegged myself as possessing a lactation kink, but Spence and Garrett have opened my eyes, and now I fantasize about it all the time.

With a growl, I switch sides, desperate to make the milk flow, but wanting to draw this encounter out for as long as I can.

“Do that again,” Greedy groans. “She’s dripping faster than I can lap her up. I swear there’s going to be a puddle on the floor.”

“Fuck. Yes,” Hunter begs. “Again, Si. Do this side. Please .” She thrusts her chest forward, pinching her own nipple.

I swat her hand away and take charge, massaging her breast and sucking her deep. When my wanton tugs produce the essence I’m seeking, I groan against her.

Sweetness floods my mouth.

I groan again, then suck harder, only to be rewarded with the most delicious elixir.

“Fuck. Yes. Yes ,” she mewls, her breathing fast and heavy as I pop off and find her mouth.

“You taste so good,” I praise, running my tongue along hers so she can taste the sweetness of her own milk.

“Let Greedy try it,” she says sweetly.

Grinning, I dive back down and savor a little more of her taste.

“Garrett,” I murmur, without breaking contact. Her breast is shoved deep in my mouth when he glances up and meets my gaze. “Open your mouth, brother.”

He does what I say without hesitating.

After a firm, demanding pull, I pop off, then aim the stream of milk directly into his eager mouth.

“Fucking delicious,” he pants after he swallows, his eyes hazy and lust-filled as he savors the life source of our beloved. “Hottest thing ever, Tem.” With a grunt, he dives back down between her legs to continue eating her pussy.

“Wait,” she whines.

Instinctively, we both freeze.

“Make me come by sucking my tits.”

“Is that possible?” I muse.

Garrett pops to his feet, wiping the back of his mouth with his hand.

“She’s done it before,” he says. His face is lit up, but between one heartbeat and the next, the expression falls. “You’re okay with this?”

I appreciate his concern. Despite my sexual attraction and desire still firmly focused on Hunter, I’ve enjoyed a bit more group action lately. Partly out of necessity, because we don’t get as many opportunities to give in to our cravings and desires now that we’re parents. But also because I have found a deep-seated sense of trust and respect within this group. I’m not afraid to engage in sexual acts near them or alongside them. As long as my pleasure is linked to Hunter, I am satisfied.

“More than okay. Join me, Garrett. What the mother of our child wants, she gets.”

I kiss Hunter while he repositions himself. Naturally, he gravitates to the side of her body adorned with the tattoo that matches his own. The constellation Scorpius and a collection of four delicate arrows decorate Hunter’s rib cage in invisible ink. She said she drew the line at putting an actual scorpion on her physical container.

While Garrett gets to work, I dip my tongue in and out of her mouth, suckling on her bottom lip as if it’s the nipple I desperately crave. “Taste yourself, Mahina. Taste how sweet and juicy and good you truly are.”

Once she’s breathless and I’m sure Garrett is situated, I bend low again, massaging my designated breast while keenly watching my brother’s technique.

“See how the milk blooms with each pull?” I instruct.

Garrett homes in on her breast, causing white essence to leak from her and collect into little droplets.

“She’s radiant, isn’t she? Such a gorgeous, fertile, sacred vessel. Watch him, Mahina.”

“Eyes on me, Tem,” he tells her, and when she does, he tips his head back, sticks out his tongue, and lets her fill his mouth, drip by delicious drip.

I dive in and feast on her other side, kneading, pulling, and suckling until a steady stream hits my throat and I have to swallow every few seconds to keep up with the flow.

“Fuck. Yes . Suck me. Harder.”

I savor every drop that escapes her, lapping at her breast and moaning each time she gives me more. Beside me, Garrett works her over, keeping a steady rhythm. I match it, watching him suckle and pleasure our woman, his eyes closed and his throat bobbing every few moments as he loses himself in his own pleasure.

“I’m close, I’m close,” she chants.

Garrett locks eyes with me, and unspoken determination zips between us. We suck harder, tug faster, and ravish her until she’s pulling our hair and crying out in ecstasy.

She pulses and spasms and flows; I drink from her and savor every drop of her pleasure.

As her writhing slows, I smooth a palm up her leg. When I find her thigh totally soaked from her release, I grin. Then, with a final suck, I pop off, keeping a small amount of milk in my mouth. Rising, I let it dribble into Hunter’s mouth. For a moment, I’m lost in kissing her, my only thoughts involving her lips and the taste of her.

When I finally pull back, her grin brightens the small space, her gaze wild and sated all at once. Garrett rises and kisses her, too, the milky mouthful he saved for her dribbling down both their chins as they lock lips and lose themselves in one another.

With a chuckle, I look down, confirming what I already knew and what I half suspected of Garrett. Hunter isn’t the only one who was brought to orgasm by our encounter. My pants are sticky where I released my seed without contact, and Garrett’s are darker where he came, too.

“Fuck,” Garrett groans, eventually pulling away from our girl. “We made a mess.”

Giggling, Hunter reaches past him and grabs several heavy-duty paper towels off a stack. “Good thing we’re in the supply closet.”