Page 9 of Trained By His Little

“Oh. Yeah, that will definitely get in the way.”

That made both of us chuckle, easing some of the tension that suddenly filled the space between us.

He removed his shirt, exposing his chest and stomach. His job kept him fit, but he wasn't cut, so he still had some soft pillows over his hard muscles. Perfect for cuddling.

I lay my head back on his chest with my fingers grazing the soft patch of hair nestled between his pecs. “Mmm, that's nice.” A happy hum escaped me at the feel of his strong fingers as they softly carded through my hair.

His body stiffened as I flicked my finger against one of his hardening nubs. The motion caused beads of pearly white to bubble to the surface in the most inviting way.

I licked my lips and glanced up at him. “Can I drink now?”

He groaned, looking slightly embarrassed by the whole scene. “P-please do. It's starting to h?—”

His words were choked off as I wasted no time wrapping my lips around his right nipple and flicking the tip with my tongue.

A whimper tore from me when the first burst of warm liquid trickled over my tongue. It took a few tries to find the right rhythm to get a consistent flow, but soon enough, there was a steady stream of sweet milk filling my belly.

Once the initial shock wore off, Tad cupped the back of my head, gently supporting me as I suckled. “Wow. That feels…amazing. I thought my chest was gonna explode, but I already feel so much better.” He let out a long sigh as his body was finally able to fully relax.

Warmth bloomed in my chest, and his words erased the rest of my worries as a fuzzy calm started to wash over me. I always enjoyed my sessions with Collin, but something about nursing from Tad was just…different. Better. I felt so small yet so safe in his arms.

I hummed happily around the perky flesh when his fingers soothingly scratched at my scalp. My shoulders shifted in his lap as the flow started to taper off, making me whine. His hand immediately started rubbing circles on my scalp. “Does it taste good, sweetheart?”

A small wet pop sounded as I broke my firm latch. My tongue poked out as I rooted around for his neglected pec. I definitely didn't feel big right now, and I was reacting purely on instinct. It was amazing. “S’good. Want more, Daddy.”

My body tensed, stilling as what I’d just said broke through my hazy thoughts. “I mean, crap… I’m sorry.” My eyes widened in panic, afraid I’d scare him off or make him uncomfortable. How could I allow myself to regress when I was supposed to be helping him?

“Shh.” Warm, calloused hands cupped my head, guiding me back to his chest. As if he knew exactly what needed to be done, he brushed my lips against his other wet, leaking nipple. “It's okay, little one. There’s plenty more on this side.”

His warmth calmed me as I melted into him once again, latching around his tight bud. His milk was so yummy and sweet, it was no wonder I couldn't keep it together.

“There you go, little one. Just relax and listen, okay?”

I hummed nervously, agreeing to listen as I let the rhythmic suckling soothe me. As I drank, I prepared myself for his words, really hoping I didn't freak him out.

“I'm not going to lie, sweetheart. When you called me Daddy, it did shock me. But not because I'm upset.” He paused for a moment, then cleared his throat. “You shocked me because I am a Daddy who has been looking for my special boy.”

I looked up at him in disbelief, trying to calm the tidal wave of hope that settled in my gut. “Do you want to be my Daddy?”

“We’ll need to talk more about this later when you're in a big headspace, but for now, if you’d like, I can be your Daddy while you…train me.”

Free milk and a Daddy? I couldn't believe I was so lucky. Tad wanted to be my Daddy! Maybe it was only temporary, but I was still the luckiest boy in the whole world.

Even though my chest ached with happiness, I whined in frustration, unwilling to give up Daddy’s delicious milk, so I nodded slowly, careful not to break the latch.

Tad chuckled, softly ruffling my hair again. “I'll need verbal consent once you're done drinking your milk, sweetheart. But you look so precious like this…and god, your mouth feels so good. Especially after days of trying to use that torture device they call a pump.”

He started scratching at my scalp again, lulling me back into the familiar fuzzy calm as everything else faded away.

7

TAD

When Collin told me it would feel good, I didn’t believe him. I understood that the relief would be instant and more significant than with the pump, but I had no idea the kind of bond I would feel with Oliver.

Although, that might have been building even before his lips closed over my nipple and he began to drink from me as if I offered the last drops on earth.

I looked down and watched him peacefully close his eyes with his throat working to pull a steady flow of milk from me, and there was another flood building within me.

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