5. Chad

It took a few minutes for the tension throughout Ricky's body to relax so he could really melt into the couch. He was stiff in my lap as his eyes danced between my mouth and my chest.

But by the time I got to the part about the boy jumping into the water to swim with some dolphins, Ricky had inched close enough that his nose was up against my shirt.

As casually as I could, I unbuttoned my top button while I kept talking, carefully watching him to make sure he wasn't startled.

Ricky licked his lips as he watched my fingers slowly move to the next button. By the time my shirt was fully separated, he seemed ready. "Ricky, are you ready to give this a try?"

He nodded and looked up at me, meeting my gaze. "How?"

"If it's okay with you, I'll lift you up so you're in position, and when you're ready, just put your mouth on me and try to suck. It usually takes a few tries to get a good seal, but you'll figure it out." I couldn't resist brushing the side of his cheek with my finger and trailing it around his ear.

His eyes drifted shut for a moment at the contact before opening his eyes again. "Yes, please."

I could see the neckline of his pajamas underneath his hoodie, but if he was comfortable in what he was wearing, I wasn't gonna interrupt this moment for a wardrobe change.

Slipping my arm underneath his back, I gently lifted him up so he was in line with my chest. And, as usually happened, instincts took over and he knew exactly where to place his mouth.

Ricky's soft lips were tentative at first, and then I felt his tongue swipe across my tip and I almost moaned myself.

This was a job.

I was being paid.

Nothing more was gonna happen, but…damn, I was already hard.

I'd never appreciated a pillow in my lap as much as I did when the first wave of milk filled his mouth.

Also as expected, Ricky's eyes opened in surprise, and he looked up at me.

I gave him a gentle smile and rubbed along his jawline. "You got it, sweetheart. Go ahead and take as much as you need. And if you want to hop onto the other side too, there's plenty for you."

A small whimper vibrated over my skin as he closed his eyes and began a steady rhythm of sucking and licking my nipple. Within just a few minutes, his other hand wandered up and began to twist and tease my other nipple, something I was ridiculously sensitive to.

God, that felt good.

I didn't usually let customers do it, but I wasn't about to stop him. The sweet boy in my arms could do just about anything he wanted.

And that was gonna be my problem.

As milk drunk as Ricky was getting, I was equally lust drunk from staring at him.

He was the absolute perfect mix of innocence and sweetness that I adored in a boy. I regretted not asking him to take off his outer layer so I could see him in his jammies, but maybe another time.

Would there be another time? Fuck, I hoped so.

When his fingers' ministrations stimulated a steady flow of milk down my right side, Ricky's eyes popped open and he looked at me.

"It's okay, sweetheart. If you want to switch over, you can. Or you can just keep doing what you're doing." I rubbed the swell of his hip and rested my hand at his waist. "You're doing just fine."

He gently pulled off my left nipple and then scooted down so he was aligned on my other side.

We had to adjust the pillow, and he curled around me a little more thoroughly to find a comfortable position, but once he was there, his eyes rolled back and he drifted off again to that happy space that he seemed to get lost in.

The story I'd been telling him was long forgotten, and I wasn't sure if talking would break the spell he was under or coax him to regress even further. I decided to go with a tactic that I was pretty sure would work.

Praise.

"You're such a good boy, Ricky. Drinking all your milk so you have a full tummy."

He sighed and sucked a little faster. His hand slid into his pants, but his eyes never opened. Maybe he wasn't aware of what he was doing, but I sure as fuck was…

And so was my dick.

"That's right, sweetheart. Take what you need. Take Daddy's milk and feel good."

His hand started to move faster inside his pants.

Since I knew he was wearing those pajamas, I had to assume he was rubbing himself through the fabric. I wanted so badly for this to be a personal call, so I could reach inside and help him out.

But that wasn't why I was here.

Instead, I did everything I could to avoid thinking about what he was doing.

What he was about to do.

I glanced around the room and saw a neat pile of magazines on top of a bookshelf on the opposite side of the room. On the shelves, row after row of paperbacks were arranged by height, but I couldn't tell what genre they were from where I was sitting. And in the far corner of the love seat to my right, a mint-green piece of silicone stuck out from the cushion, and I recognized it instantly.

It was the same kind of pacifier we used in the hospital.

Clearly, Ricky's oral fixation ran deep. Fuck, could he be any more perfect?

The suction on my nipple increased, and I glanced down to see his whole body arch up off the couch as he came in his pajamas.

I should have ignored it.

I usually ignored this kind of thing if it happened with a client, always giving them space and privacy to enjoy their session however they chose. But I was as mesmerized as he was until his mouth popped off me. I instantly looked at his eyes and saw the tears building up before they poured down his face. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, it's okay, sweetheart." I wrapped both arms around his back and pulled him up higher, resting his head against my shoulder as I gently rocked us both. "You did nothing wrong. I'm very happy that you enjoyed your session, and I hope we can do this again."

He sobbed a few times before his thumb slipped into his mouth and he looked up at me. "Again?" he said around his thumb.

"If you'd like to. There's no pressure, but I enjoyed my time here with you." Against my better judgment, I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead. "I think you're someone very special, Ricky."

He took a shuddering breath and pulled his thumb out so he could wrap his arm around my neck and get even closer to me. "I think you're special too, Chad."

It was obvious Ricky wasn't ready to be alone, so I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and tucked it around him so he was bundled up in my arms. "I'll stay here as long as you need me."

"You're a good Daddy." His thumb went into his mouth, and he nodded.

I smiled at that and rubbed the side of my thumb up and down his neck. "It's easy when I'm with such a good boy."

Ricky turned into me for a second as his ears pinked up. "I wish you were my Daddy."

I swallowed hard, not allowing myself to get sucked into the moment. It wasn't uncommon for a Little to regress to the point of saying things they didn't mean. Not really. But it was my job to keep things professional, even though that was harder and harder by the second. Literally. "I work a lot, so I probably wouldn't be a great Daddy. Always pumping and making deliveries. It's not all fun and games being a milk factory."

Ricky smiled and let his thumb slip from his mouth. "Do you have a lot of little boys like me?"

That was a loaded question. "I have a few clients who are sweet little boys like you." I tickled his side and made him giggle. "But mostly, I work with grownups who have strict dietary requirements. My training is as a clinical dietician, but I've just naturally evolved into a milkman over the years because it's so lucrative."

"That means ‘spensive."

Okay, so he was still regressed but slowing coming out of it. "Yep, it can be expensive."

"What does the medspa need milk for?"

"They use it to make some special creams and masks. Facials and skin treatments, I think. I take a few quarts of frozen milk to a few facilities each week." It was a decent contract.

Ricky nodded. "I might know of a few other companies who would be interested in your services."

"Yeah?" I was surprised he was back in work mode so easily. "Feel free to pass on my number. I don't take a lot of in-person clients, but I can make room for one or two more."

The smile on Ricky's face morphed into a frown and he sat up, putting some distance between us. "Thank you for coming tonight. I really enjoyed it."

"Me too." I scooted forward as I buttoned up my shirt. "Is everything alright, Ricky."

He just nodded and stared straight ahead, back to nonverbal cues.

"Ricky." I took his hand in mine and clasped it close to my mouth. "If I said something to upset you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

He sighed heavily and his chin dropped to his chest. "I'm just jealous."

"Jealous?" I ignored the alarm bells ringing in my head and let my instincts take over. I slipped one arm under his thighs and lifted him back onto my lap, this time without the pillow separating us. "Of what, baby boy?"

His forehead pressed against the crook of my neck, and he licked across my skin, making a shiver run down my spine and directly into my cock. "Of every person who gets to drink your Daddy milk."

Fuck me.I had no response to that, so I just held him tighter against me, hoping I didn't do anything to screw this up.