Page 6 of Little Bedtime Snack

I fidgeted with the hem of my sailor shorts, wondering if he would offer what I desperately craved but was too shy to ask for. Knowing Jeb, he’d likely spelled out exactly what I was interested in. But also, my balls were close to popping out of my shorts, so he might think I was here for a quicky, and I misread this entire situation. Not that I’d turn that down. Nope. Whatever he was offering, I wanted two.

Mason’s intense blue eyes burned into mine as he slowly undid the top button of his black shirt. Was this really happening? If it was a daydream, I didn’t want to snap out of it, that was for sure.

My gaze was locked on his fingertips until they moved away, revealing a glimpse of his firm chest. It was all I could do not to reach up and trace the bare skin as it was exposed. But he hadn’t given me permission to touch him and asking was…scary.

"Eli, did Jeb tell you why he thought Jeff was special?" His deep voice sent delicious shivers down my spine.

I nodded and swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Was this really happening? “Um, he said Jeff can make milk.” I looked up at his eyes and held his stare. “Can you make milk too?”

“I can.” An amused smirk played at the corners of his lips. "Would you like some milk, Eli?"

I nodded again, more vigorously this time as need and lust blazed through my veins in equal measure.

Mason's smirk widened into a grin as he undid the rest of his buttons and shrugged the shirt off completely, exposing his chiseled torso and two full pecs topped with erect nipples that were already beading with milk. "Come here, baby boy." His arm opened up, inviting me closer as he patted his denim-clad thigh.

I scrambled onto his lap, facing his chest with my bent knees against the back cushions.

Mason wrapped a strong arm around me and guided my eager mouth to his left nipple.

My eyes fluttered closed as I latched on immediately, sealing my lips around the nub and suckling greedily. Warm, creamy milk filled my mouth as if coming straight from a bottle.

I’d never tasted anything so delicious. Moaning in pure bliss, I lost myself in nursing from this sexy and powerful man.

Mason cupped the back of my head and his fingers threaded through my hair, holding me close to his chest as I drank down pull after pull of his delicious nectar. "That's it, baby. Drink up. Daddy’s got you.”

Arousal surged through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from squirming on his lap. My hard, aching cock strained against my shorts, and I realized I wasn’t entirely covered anymore. My dick had slipped out the leg hole and my balls were probably exposed too, but I didn’t care. I had no control over my body's intense reaction to the glorious act of nursing from this man who called himself Daddy.

My hips bucked against the couch cushion at the same time that I realized the soft lap I’d laid down on was suddenly sporting a thick rod of steel. He liked it too. I was making this Daddy feel as good as he made me feel.

A deep growl rumbled through Mason's chest as his free hand slid down my back to cup my ass, helping me get better friction. "It feels so good to have you on me, Eli. And it looks like you enjoy it too."

The tips of my ears burned, but that only inflamed my desire to keep going. I whimpered around his nipple and wantonly stroked myself with my sailor suit shoved to the side. I couldn’t believe I was jacking off on this stranger, but he liked it and I liked it, so I didn’t let nerves slow me down.

I sucked harder, needing more of him in me as I savored every creamy mouthful. Mason’s milk in my belly, his hands on mybody, and his scent surrounding me were all that mattered in the world. Just the act of suckling made me regress even deeper.

But I was safe with Daddy, so I kept going.

Mason's strong fingers slid under the curve of my ass and teased the bottom of my exposed balls.

I whimpered around his nipple as every nerve in my body began to sing. Before I could warm him or stop myself, I was coming in my fist, shooting up onto my thigh as I kept drinking.

Mason didn’t skip a beat as he continued to tease my balls with the fainest pressure possible. I was still shaking against him as his deep voice sent shivers down my spine. "Such a good Little boy. So eager for Daddy’s milk."

I blushed at his words but couldn't deny they were true. My body was completely at his mercy, craving everything he had to offer. When the flow of milk suddenly stopped, I pulled back and looked up at him. "More, Daddy. Please."

Mason chuckled and leaned down, gently kissing the shell of my ear before whispering, "Anything you want, baby boy."

And like magic, he shifted his weight so his right nipple was dripping onto my chin. I accepted his offering without hesitation, suckling more of his sweet nectar like a starving boy.

Maybe I was.

Starving for a Daddy like Mason.

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MASON

The heat of Eli's mouth on my chest sent a rush of pleasure through every nerve in my body. His lips were soft and full, his tongue skilled as it swirled around my nipple like he’d nursed a hundred times before and knew exactly what I liked.

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