6. Chad

I barely made it home before I had to pump. In general, I produced a lot, but I rarely leaked like this. Something was up. I was sure that Ricky had sucked me dry, at least for a few hours. But apparently, he spurred some kind of super flood that kept me attached to the damn pump all night long.

Not only that, I was horny as fuck.

I couldn't remember the last time I needed to get off like this. Not just a perfunctory thing to do because I was hard in the morning. It was like something inside me needed to be unleashed.

He'd unleashed something in me.

And it wasn't just physical attraction. I felt different with him.

He was different. When he looked at me, he saw more than just the milk I could provide. He listened to every word I said, as if each one was important. And every smile I flashed in his direction was rewarded with one of equal brilliance.

Not to mention how sweet he was. He offered so much tenderness that it made me want to melt at his perfect mix of innocence and delight.

I'd never felt like this before, especially about a client. But I already knew he was more than just a client. I just wasn't sure if he knew it yet.

It might be a slow process with him. I couldn't push. I needed to let him set the pace, even though he also wanted a Daddy to guide him. Which made this a delicate balance of taking charge and standing back that I'd have to carefully navigate.

After pumping, I went straight to the shower and got cleaned up. I had a long day between two hospital visits, client prep and deliveries, and maybe the most important meeting of my life.

The hot water felt good as it pounded against my back. I pressed my forehead on the tile wall and just let my muscles loosen up. Every time I closed my eyes, I thought about Ricky on my chest, sucking like he'd been stranded in the desert for days and only I could quench his thirst.

And when his hand slipped into his pants and I knew he was rubbing his cock because of me…

Fuck.

I reached for mine and began stroking, moving in rhythm with the Ricky in my mind, moaning and sucking and looking up at me with that innocence that made me want to pull him into my arms and protect him from the world.

That's right, baby. Come for Daddy.

The memory of Ricky arching off the couch as he came pushed me over the edge, and I shot hot come onto the shower wall, letting it mix with the water circling the drain. After riding out the orgasm, I turned around and rinsed it from my body.

I definitely needed to see him again.

Soon. But for now, I'd do my best to give him some space. I couldn't guarantee how long that would last, but if I came on too strong, I might scare him away. And that was the last thing I wanted.

Hell, if I thought it would be good for him, I might not have ever left him alone. But at least for tonight, we both got a little bit of what we needed.

I just hoped there was room for a lot more in our future… Together.

For the next few days, I was strong.

I did my work and pumped like an oil rig, but I was able to give Ricky some space. Until I couldn't. By Wednesday, I was at my tipping point.

Apparently, he was too, because just as I was just leaving the hospital, I got a text that made my heart speed up. Can I buy another session?

I had to take a moment to carefully word my response. I needed to make sure he knew that I was eager for another session with him, but I didn't want him to pay for it. I wanted it to be personal… And I didn't know how to say that without being creepy. Yes, I'd love to see you again. What day are you free?

His response was immediate. Maybe Friday. I get off work at five, so anytime after.

I pulled up my calendar app to check my schedule. On Friday, I had an appointment at four with my trainer, and then I had to make a few deliveries with clients, but then I'd be free until Saturday morning when I was due at the hospital. If it's not too late, I can be there at 7 o'clock on Friday. I'm happy to bring dinner as well.

Dinner sounds nice… How much extra does that cost?

I took a deep breath and thumbed out the words I hoped he'd accept as they were intended. No charge for dinner. It's my treat. And if you're comfortable with it, I'd like to see you on Friday as a date instead of a client. So no charge for any of it. What do you think? After I sent the text, I immediately followed up with an out, just in case he needed one. If you'd like to keep it professional, that's okay too. Just respond back with either "date" or "professional" and we'll move forward accordingly.

The response dots came up and disappeared four times over the next minute before he finally pushed send. Date, please.

I'm looking forward to it. Do you have any suggestions for dinner or should I pick something?

Pick anything, but I like noodles.

I chuckled as I responded back. I love noodles too, and I know just the place to get them.

With a new spring in my step, I headed home to pick up everything I needed for my evening deliveries. Part of me was disappointed that Ricky wasn't available to see me immediately, but at least I knew he was as anxious as I was for another visit.

If nothing else, at least we'd get to find out if there was more chemistry to our relationship than nursing. I was almost positive there was, but we needed a nonprofessional visit to be sure.

And once we knew, I was willing to go as slow as he needed.

I was very sure he'd be worth it.