Page 9 of Milk For His Little

“What if... what if I could help?” I already loved the taste of his milk, wouldn’t getting it from the source be even better…? Unless he didn’t like that. “Maybe I could... have some? Maybe that would help, and then we could have breakfast out or something afterward.”

He tilted his head, processing what I had said. “You want to drink from me? Not from a bottle?”

I had a feeling no one had ever offered to do that for him before because it didn’t sound like he didn’t want me to—more like he was shocked that I did.

“Last night, before we went to sleep, it was all I could think about,” I admitted. My face was burning, but I didn’t care. This was the conversation we needed to have.

We talked back and forth, and I told him I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing. I made him promise to let me know if I hurt him at all. It was odd talking so mechanically about something I knew held an intimacy unlike any I’d experienced before, but also, it was good. We needed that.

“Come, sweet boy, have a drink and then we can go get some waffles.”

I did like waffles.

I snuggled in and, starting with his left side, circled his nipple with my tongue and then brought it into my mouth. Using the same movements I did with my bottle, I latched on and began to suck, the first taste exquisite. It was a lot easier to get the hang of it than I feared it might be. I didn’t know why I assumed it would be complicated—babies did it all the time, but also, it was... new things were scary.

When the milk slowed, I switched to the other side, Daddy’s hand rubbing small circles on my back. Had it been night time, I’d have started to doze off. Even now, it was a struggle.

When I’d depleted his supply, I sat up and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“No, thank you, my sweet boy. Now I can stay with you longer, the best gift of all.”

I smiled, and his eyes flicked down. I turned my head and saw that, clearly, he didn’t just like what I had done because it made him more comfortable… it turned him on. His hard cock told no lies.

“I think I know what we should do first, Daddy.” I reached down and ran my finger up his length, my own cock hardening at the sight of how much I turned him on.

Waffles would have to wait.

Chapter 8

Shawn

“I want to show you something.” Kasper swung the phone around so I could see his bed and something else beside it. “It was folded and packed away when you were here.”

“It’s adorable.” I adjusted my position on the couch and peered at the screen. He was showing me a folding crib that was for a toddler I guessed. Small for an adult, but the camera was shaking and his hesitant voice suggested he was worried about my reaction.

“Are you sleeping in there tonight?”

He turned the camera around, allowing me to see his face. “Maybe. I’m sleepy.”

“Get settled, and I’ll read you a story.”

I raced into my spare room and dragged a box from the closet. I’d bought kids’ picture books years ago, wanting to be prepared for my Little. They’d been gathering dust ever since.

When I returned, Kasper was in the crib, wriggling into a baby sleeping bag, one with arms with the phone propped up on themattress. He held his bottle in one hand, before placing it in the other one, and I winced as he twisted his body in the small space, reminding me of a contortionist.

He was huffing when he got into position, which was him lying on his side, his knees tucked under his chin. I made a mental note to have an adult-sized crib made.

Except… I wasn’t his Daddy—not officially. That gift would have to wait until… when?

I plastered a smile on my face and held the book up so Kasper could read the title. He shoved the teat in his mouth and started sucking, and my nipples reacted, spurting milk over my chest. But I ignored it as my bathrobe absorbed it and Kasper couldn’t see my chest.

“Comfortable?” I should have asked him if he peed, but I hesitated because he'd have to get out of that damned contraption and back into it. Maybe he was wearing a diaper, but he was so cute snuggled up sucking his bottle, I didn’t want to disturb the mood.

He nodded and, with his free hand, clutched his favorite blankie. I started reading, holding the book in such a way that he could see the pics. He did his best to stay awake, but his eyes fluttered closed and the teat slipped from his mouth. Wishing I was with him to remove the bottle, I continued until, “The end.”

I watched him until the timer on his night light turned off, and even then I waited, listening to his even breathing. Rather than disconnecting, I climbed into bed and placed the phone beside the pillow. It was the best sleep I’d had since the night we first had sex.

“Morning,” a voice trilled in my ear.

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