Page 36 of Nursing the Alpha
“Flynn.” His tone brooked no argument. Gentle, but firm. “Lie down. Let me nurse from you.”
Heat suffused me as I settled back onto the bed, my chest aching in anticipation as much as from the pressure. Seth shifted closer, skimming one large hand up my side and cupping the swell of my pec, and I groaned. His thumb brushed over the taut nipple, and I shivered.
“God, you’re full,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Do you usually have to get up to pump at night?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
He was strumming my nipple with his fingers, making it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. “I didn’t want to bother you,” I whispered.
“You could never bother me.”
He replaced his thumb with his mouth, warm and wet as he suckled gently. The first pull was painful and tight as the pressure fled from me in a rush. I whimpered, clenching the sheets, but Seth kept on nursing, soft and steady. It wasn’t long before the discomfort eased into something much more pleasurable. And when the second nipple started leaking, he switched, humming greedily and swallowing mouthfuls of my milk as though drinking expensive wine.
“Mmm.” He pulled back and pressed a kiss to my chest, his lips grazing the wetness there. “This is the best midnight snack I’ve ever had.”
My breath shaky, I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing him closer. The feel of him, the slow rhythm of his suckling, pulled another shiver from me. It wasn’t too long before my cock grew hard, and I was panting under him, no longer needing the relief from my chest. Slick grew between my cheeks. Another part of my body desperately needed attention.
Seth’s hand inched down my stomach and to my erection. “Want me to take care of that?”
“Please.”
“Come here.”
Seth rolled us over until I was straddling his chest. He pulled me down to latch back onto my nipple. When he had a firm hold on me, he grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks from behind.
The softest tease of his fingers at my entrance had me shuddering, tightening my grip in Seth’s hair. He murmured reassuringly, his free hand smoothing up and down my back as he continued to nurse.
The world narrowed down to him. The warmth of his mouth, the agility of his fingers exploring my body, the strength in his arms holding me up. I felt cherished.Desired. Treasured. A heady mix of emotions. I gasped and whimpered in his hold.
“Seth, oh fuck, Seth.”
His fingers danced in and out of my body, squelching around my slick. I rotated my hips, throwing my ass back onto those digits toying with my prostate.
The coil of tension in my belly tightened, pleasure buzzing around my hips. His mouth was heaven on my chest, grounding me even as I bucked into his touch. Seth murmured something against my nipple, the vibration sending shivers down my spine.
I thought I was dry, but he sucked harder, and a letdown of more milk flooded his mouth. With his free hand, he squeezed my pec. He released my nipple, caught the elongated bud between his fingers, and squeezed, pulling on it like he was milking a cow. Seth opened his mouth, spraying my milk onto his tongue.
Fuck.
His fingers pressed against my prostate, and I clenched my hole, trapping them as a wave swept through me, picking me up off my feet. My stomach coiled tighter, and I came so hard as shudders ripped through me. He kept squeezing my nipple, his tongue lashing out to lick over and over. Every stroke brought another bolt of pleasure. Each time I thought the climax was ending, the pressure went on and on and on. Overwhelming, indescribable.
With a sob, I collapsed on his chest, panting, my body still quaking in aftershock. Seth caught me easily, his hands splayed wide across my back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my sweaty skin. His breathing was steady and calm against my ear, a soothing rhythm that helped anchor me back to reality.
“There you go.” He kissed the side of my face. “Now, doesn’t that feel so much better?”
I nodded, my eyes filling with tears. How had I lucked out in finding the perfect man?
“Seth.”
“Hmm?”
“You have my permission. You can feed from my chest any time you want.”
“You sure about that?” He brushed my damn hair from my face. “Sweetheart, don’t you know if you give me that privilege, I’ll live on your chest?”
For the first time since I handed over my surrogate baby, I hoped I never stopped producing milk for my alpha.
