Page 5 of Self Expression

He grinned and brushed a strand of hair off my forehead. “I bet you look adorable in your jammies.”

I could feel a flush in my already-warm cheeks. “I think so, but I don’t know if you’d think so.”

“I think I would.” Enzo dropped his hand and leaned forward with his elbows over his crossed legs. “Can I ask you a question, Lincoln?”

As if he needed permission for that. “What is it?”

“You said you met someone like me at a club. Which club was it?”

I grinned, wondering what he’d think about my response. “Club Primal. Have you heard of it?”

“I have. I’ve been there a few times.” He nodded and took a shuddering breath. “I’ve mostly visited the nursery on Daddy/Little nights.”

“You’re…” I didn’t know how to respond to that. “Um, are you a Daddy or a Little?”

He chuckled and squeezed my ankle again. “If you have to ask, I haven’t done a very good job tonight, but when I’ve gone to the adoption nights, it was to meet a Little. Someone who likes milk and jammies.”

A smile blossomed across my face when I realized he might be talking about me. “So, um, did you meet someone or are you still looking?”

“I did meet someone.” Enzo stayed completely stoic. “But not at the club. It was a few hours ago in an elevator.”

“Oh.” My face flushed again. “Cool.”

Before Enzo could respond to that, the lights blinked, and the familiar whirr of the electronics panel sounded. “Looks like it’s time to go home.” He hopped up to his feet and then held out his hand to pull me to mine. “And not a minute too soon cause I’ve gotta piss like a racehorse.”

I giggled and lifted my bag to my shoulder. “Me too. And now that you’ve reminded me, I really have to go.” I bounced from foot to foot, more anxious than ever to get out.

Then the doors opened and we were in the garage, ready to part ways. I stepped out with Enzo right behind me.

“Well, thanks again.” I turned to him, unsure how to ask for what I wanted next.

Luckily, he knew. “Can I get your number, Lincoln? Maybe we can have dinner sometime.”

6

ENZO

I couldn’t stop thinking about Lincoln and the amazing hours we’d spent on the floor of that elevator.

He barely hesitated when I offered him my milk. And when he crossed the floor and nuzzled in my lap, I didn’t think that kind of relief and contentment was possible. But as he lay against me with my nipple deep in his mouth, all I could think of was how badly I needed that in my life.

The first thing I did when I got home was peel off my clothes and toss them in the corner of the bedroom. Lincoln’s cologne with just a hint of sweat still clung to them from when he was lying in my lap as he covered my nipple with his mouth.

Lincoln connected with me in a way that was almost more intimate than sex, suckling at my chest with such eager hunger. While I was on the floor in my work clothes, the strangest mix of tenderness and raunch, innocence and obscenity warred within me. What we were doing wasn’t wrong or dirty, but it felt that way, and I fucking loved it.

And by the hard-on he was sporting the whole time, he loved it too.

Would he want to do it again now that the need to take comfort in each other was less spontaneous and more like a real decision? I wanted to believe he would, considering we’d both hinted at our proclivities and they were in perfect alignment.

In the shower, I coaxed a different kind of release from my body. With my fist around my dick, I wished Lincoln’s warm mouth was on me, this time milking my dick until I unloaded down his throat.

The next morning, I woke up early and immediately opened my laptop. The first few hours were spent with my phone cradled between my shoulder and ear as I checked in with all my teams. “How are things looking at the port?” I tried to focus, but it wasn’t easy to hide how distracted I felt. “Are we good?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Megan, one of my supply chain managers in the UK, sighed from exhaustion or frustration or both. “We’ve been back and forth with everything they’ve asked for, and I just got a notice that we’re cleared.”

“Thank fuck!” I could finally breathe knowing business wasn’t coming to a crashing halt. “Good work.”

There was a slight ache in my chest, but I didn’t want to pump yet. I’d get to it in a few hours and then leave the second session for the evening. Just in case. I rubbed at my pecs and thought about the boy who drank me dry, then went radio silent.

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