Page 20 of Daddy's Little Chaos Gremlin

Shit. Now I was fuming all over again.

No more work. At least not for the rest of the day.

After Zephyr’s declaration that he’d never been on a plane before, I didn’t need to ask if he’d ever been to Blackpool. Now that he was here, a trip down to the pier to explore the boardwalk and the amusement park were in order. Tristan had fallen in love with the rides and the arcades on our last trip over, not to mention the candy store where he’d tried to eat his weight inlicorice twists and wine gums, which I’d had to admit packed an intense punch of flavor. I was curious to see what Zephyr would choose, and if his face would light up the way Tristan’s had when he took in all the games.

But first, I needed to deal with the ache that had been growing in my chest, and the leaking that was only being concealed by my trench coat. All the way up to the room, I found myself hoping that they were hungry enough to help ease it, my spirits taking a serious nosedive when I noticed the covered tray waiting to be picked up outside their door. I’d brought my pump with me. I never traveled anywhere without it, but it was going to be a miserable experience, with as engorged I was.

I opened the door to laughter and a full-on tickle fight taking place on the bed, their giggling voices washing over me as I stepped into the room. Damn, they were adorable. I spent a minute just watching them after I secured the door, then Zephyr rolled off the bed and landed with a thud on two of the pillows that had already landed there, his shaggy hair obscuring his gaze as he struggled to right himself.

“Daddy!” Tristan squealed, rushing into my arms the moment he spotted me.

I held him as Zephyr waved at me from the floor, but the moment I opened an arm to him, he saw it as the invitation it was and rushed to join in the hug.

“I looks like you two found a way to occupy yourselves,” I said as I kissed the tops of their heads. “Good job remembering to order something to eat, too.”

“I ate, Daddy, but Zephyr only had a little yogurt and fruit. He wasn’t hungry for any of the other breakfast foods.”

Those sunken spirits of mine started dancing at hearing that, and I gave my baby boy a squeeze. “Then it’s a good thing Daddy has something for you that’s just aching to be consumed.”

Zephyr whisper-squealed, the tip of his tongue poking out to run along the seam of his lips before he nuzzled closer, wiggling his body between the flaps of my coat so he could suck on one of the damp spots on my shirt.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, sounding almost as urgent as I felt.

“All right, little one, let me get that shirt out of your way and wipe down so you can eat properly,” I said, stroking his hair even as I urged him back.

He whined, but he complied, eyes never leaving my chest as I stripped off my coat and the black button-down beneath it, found the wipes I used to clean my chest, and got settled against the pillows Zephyr had picked himself up off the floor and propped against the headboard. His enthusiasm as he crawled across the bed left me aching to feel his mouth on me, the milk beginning to leak down my chest as he got comfortable.

“Will you read to us, Daddy?” Tristan asked and he joined us on the bed, holding up one of the books he’d pulled from his bag.

“Of course,” I replied, taking the book so he could get settled on the other side of me. “That will be a wonderful way to pass the time.”

And settle the last of my fury, I thought, though I didn’t say that part to him. I always tried to keep the ugly parts of my business as far away from my boy as I could manage, something that would be doubly important now that I had two boys to watch over. Safeguarding their emotional wellbeing would always be a priority of mine. As far as I was concerned, ugliness had no placein their lives. I would always stand as a barrier between them and it and do everything in my power not to let things slip past me, though realistically I knew that I’d never be able to shield them from everything.

Zephyr’s tongue lapping at the dripping milk made me groan and when he latched on, my cock twitched. I knew it would be as engorged as my nipples were before he finished draining them. It was going to be hard as fuck to focus on the story, but I was Daddy, and I prided myself on the control I’d cultivated over the years. I opened that book and dialed in on the page, displaying the bright yellow and brown ducks gathered around a tiny puddle.

“Can we feed the ducks at the park this time?” Tristan asked around the thumb he’d stuck in his mouth as he waited for me to start reading.

“We sure can,” I replied. “Do you remember what we learned, about the right things to feed them instead of bread?”

“Uh-huh. We can get birdseed and blueberries and dried mealworms,” he replied.

“That’s right, good job remembering,” I said, hugging him close as I began reading the story.

Midway though, Zephyr squirmed just enough to change sides, draping himself across me in the process. His hand brushing over the front of my pants made me groan and shift a little as my swollen cock responded to his touch.

“Are you going to let Daddy bury that in you when you get done eating?” I asked him as I stroked my fingers though his hair.

The humming sound he made revved up the pleasure I already felt, while Tristen giggled and slid his hand up my thigh until it rested beside Zephyr’s.

“Oh really,” I muttered, locking eyes with him. “Well, if that’s the way it’s going to be, why don’t you get your mouth down there and get Daddy nice and wet for your brother?”

Heat burned in his gaze as he scrambled to do as he’d been told, while Zephyr lifted up so they could work to remove my pants without dislodging him. The disgruntled sound he made when his lips nearly popped free of my skin got Tristan giggling again, then his lips were on my cock, and I melted beneath them.

All the stress of the trip and the worry that the business I’d worked so hard to build up was going to be irreparably damaged by an irresponsible fool had left my shoulders and neck rigid. The tension had caused a low-grade pulsing at the base of my skull that could have easily morphed into a full-blown headache, but my boys soon made me forget that it was ever there.

Now this was exactly what I needed.

I let the book slip from my hand so I could glide my fingers through Tristan’s hair, tug and listen to him growl around my cock as he sucked on the head. He loved things a little on the rough side and I knew the little pinpricks of pain he received from my tugging would just rev his pleasure up more. The last thing I expected was to hear Zephyr growl, too, as his teeth grazed my nipple. There wasn’t a lot of milk left and yet, I could tell, from the way he whined and shifted his hips, that he wouldn’t stop until he’d consumed the last drop, despite the hand Tristan had slid beneath him.

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