11. Dexter

Chapter 11

Dexter

I’d never spent the weekend with someone before, not like that. All my fears about not having stuff to talk about or needing space and not being able to find any were completely unfounded. Apparently, when you were with the right person, you actually wanted to spend more and more time with them.

Even after sixty hours straight of being with Avery, playing with him on the floor and making love after he emptied my chest of the milk that had always been a nuisance but was now something I was most grateful to my genetics for, I still couldn’t get enough.

I didn’t want to leave his side. Ever.

When I slipped out of Avery's house on Monday morning, my heart was heavy. If I could have just stood there and watched him sleeping for the whole day, I would have. But I couldn’t. The weekend had been blissful, but now I had to get back to reality.

The cold night air hit me as I stepped outside, a stark contrast to the warmth I'd left behind in Avery’s home. With Christmas fast approaching, my time would not be my own for a while. There were so many packages still left to deliver before I could slow down.

As if he knew I was back to work, my phone buzzed with a text from Jake, my other driver. Sorry to bother you so early, but I have the flu. Doc says I’ll be down for at least a few days.

Feel better, man. Don’t worry about work. I’ve got this. Damn. That eliminated any hope I had of spending time with Avery before Christmas. As the only driver on my route, I'd be lucky to get more than a few hours of sleep each night trying to keep up with deliveries that led up to Christmas Eve.

The next few days were a blur of boxes, candy canes, and sleep deprivation. But I made sure to check in with Avery as often as possible. Whenever I had a free moment, I'd shoot off a quick text. Miss you, baby boy. Wish I could hold you right now.

His replies were always sweet but tinged with longing. Not the same without you here, Daddy. I need you.

I hated disappointing him, but there was no way I could get away. By Thursday, I was dead on my feet as I finally pulled into the fulfillment center for a quick nap before I had to head back out. My milk doesn’t taste as good in a bottle. You’ve spoiled me for all other milkies.

I sighed, knowing how much Avery craved physical affection and connection while he went to sleep, and I hated that I couldn’t give it to him. An idea struck me so I sent one last text. Daddy's got a surprise for you on Christmas Eve. Be a good boy until then.

I’ll try to be good, Daddy. Nothing feels as good without you, but I’m pretending.

My cock stirred as I imagined him coming in his diaper as he frantically sucked on a bottle. I’d left him enough pumped milk that he was still getting it from me, but not literally getting it from me wasn’t the same for either of us.

I'd make it up to him soon enough.

The next few days felt like they were never-ending, and by the time I delivered the last box on Christmas Eve, I was desperate to see my boy. The snow swirled around me as I pulled up in front of his house, reminding me of the day I’d found him in the snow.

As I killed the engine, the front door burst open.

My heart leapt at the sight of Avery bounding down the steps, wrapped in a billowing white blanket that trailed behind him like wings. His face lit up with pure joy as he raced toward me through the falling snow.

I barely had time to open the door before he flung himself into my arms, nearly knocking me backward. "Daddy! You're back!"

Laughing, I hugged him tightly, breathing in his sugary-sweet scent. "I missed you so much, baby. Were you a good boy while I was busy at work?"

"Uh-huh! I worked hard at the store every day and even stayed open super late for the past two nights!"

I brushed the snowflakes off his long eyelashes then leaned in for a quick kiss. "That's my hardworking boy. I'm so proud of you."

Avery beamed up at me, his cheeks flushed pink from the cold. His golden curls were haloed by the reflection from the snowflakes and the twinkling lights, giving him an almost ethereal look. Like an angel.

My perfect snow angel.

He closed his arms around my neck, clinging to me. “I knew my Daddy Santa would come back for Christmas.”

“Of course, baby. I wouldn’t miss Christmas with you for the world.” The exhaustion from my week melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through my chest as I finally breathed him in. "Let's go inside and get you warmed up."

I scooped him into my arms, blanket and all, and carried him toward the house. As we crossed the threshold, I realized I couldn’t do days away from him again. It was too hard on both of us.

I put him on the couch and kissed him deeply before pulling back. “Sit right here while I get my stuff from the van.”

Avery craned his neck to watch out the front window as I pulled a red bag from the van and my duffle before heading back in. His eyes were wide with curiosity as he looked at the bag. "What’s inside that big bag of yours?"

I dropped onto the couch next to him and handed him a candy cane. "That depends. Have you been naughty or nice?"

Avery unwrapped it and popped the long end into his mouth before curling into my side. "Mostly nice, but I'm hoping Santa will overlook my few naughty moments."

My finger trailed along his jaw and then down his chest, teasing closer to his crotch. “What kind of naughty moments?”

"I used a lot of diapers thinking about my sexy Santa Daddy and wishing he was with me in my bed." Avery's lips found mine at the same time his hands began to knead my chest.

“Careful or we’re both gonna be wet.” My heart raced as I deepened the kiss, savoring this moment of pure joy and connection.

“I’m thirsty, Daddy. And I missed you so much.” His fingers went down to the hem of my shirt and slipped underneath, teasing my skin. “Can I have some milkies before dinner?”

“Fuck, baby.” My cock was hard and pressing uncomfortably against my pants. “I have so much to feed you.” I palmed my dick, giving my balls a squeeze. “Start low and work your way up.”

Avery pushed me back against the couch and expertly opened up my zipper, working out my dick in seconds. Before I knew it, his soft lips were wrapped around my head, sucking it like a nipple while his cool fingers walked up and down my length. “Mmm…”

I combed my fingers through his short hair, scratching his scalp as he sucked me until I was unloading down his throat. My nipples were leaking too, but I knew my boy would take care of those when he was ready.

He moaned around my head, lapping up every drop until I was completely spent.

“Thank you, sweet boy. Daddy needed that.”

“I needed that too.” Avery rested his head on my thigh as he looked up at me like I hung the moon. “Now I need to wash it down with milk.”