10. Caleb

Chapter 10

Mack tasted amazing.

Everywhere.

From the slight saltiness of his chest to the sweet creaminess of his milk to the unique tang of his precome, I was already addicted to him. I wanted a part of him in my mouth at all times, and when he finally came down my throat, giving me even more of his milky delight to hold in my tummy, I came a second time, rutting against a throw pillow that I'd probably have to throw away.

I kept his dick between my lips as it softened, using it as a pacifier as my eyelids got heavy and I fell asleep. I might have slept like that through the night if he didn't wake me up an hour later by tracing my jawline with his soft fingertip. "Caleb, sweetheart. I need to get up."

My finger curled around one of his belt loops even tighter, unwilling to let him go. I could have stayed in that position forever, relying on Mack's body to provide for all my nutritional needs. But once I was awake, my bladder reminded me that it wasn't an endless pool for me to keep filling up.

Groaning, I let his soft cock slip from my mouth, and I pushed myself up. "Now I have to pee."

"Me too." Mack leaned forward and slid his big palm behind the back of my head before he planted a kiss on my lips.

"Oh, sorry." I hopped up and stretched. "You should have woken me up sooner."

"Nah." He stood up too and tucked himself back into his pants. "You looked so good where you were. I was in no hurry…until I was."

Taking a chance that he wouldn't be freaked out by it, I grabbed the front of his shirt and used it to pull myself up onto my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss on his lips. "You can use the bathroom here. I'll go in the hallway."

"Um…" He raised an eyebrow. "The hallway?"

It took me a second to realize what I'd said. "The hallway bathroom." I gave him a little shove. "I gotta go. I'm gonna wet myself and then you'll have a mess to clean up."

He opened his mouth as if he were going to say something else about that, but I didn't let him. The night was already a thousand times more than I expected it to be, and if he offered to diaper me or put me in a bath, I might just propose or something equally embarrassing for both of us.

As I washed my hands, I glanced at myself in the mirror and had to do a double take. I looked…Little. Between the race car PJs and the flush in my cheeks from my nap…to the crazy hair from Mack sliding his fingers through it, I looked exactly like how I felt inside. Like the boy inside me was free to come out and play. It was safe to be Little in a way that I hadn't experienced much before.

Mack did that. He brought this out of me, and it felt good.

Every minute of it.

But the question still remained on what happened next. He wanted a boy. I wanted a Daddy. The chemistry was there, but was that enough? Could he be happy with a Little who required more attention, more work, more consideration than any partner he'd been with before?

Only one way to find out.

I went back to my bedroom and found Mack with his shirt back on, flipping through a book that had been left out on the dresser. I brought it up with me when Andy was over, and it was the perfect prop for what I had planned for the rest of the night.

I wasn't completely in my Little headspace, but I was always up for a story, so I skipped to my bed and then jumped up onto it, landing with a bounce in the center. "Storytime, Daddy."

Mack looked over at me and grinned. "Do you want a story before you go back to bed?"

"Yes, Daddy. Storytime."

If this was too much for him, I would know by the end of the night. It was basically an impromptu scene, but he would have a better idea of what I was looking for, and if it wasn't in line with what he was comfortable with, it was better to find out now before I got too attached.

Though it was already feeling too late for that.

"All right, sweetheart." He tucked in the covers around me before settling in beside me. On top of the covers. "Is there anything else you need for bed?"

I shook my head and then reconsidered. "Milk?"

His eyebrow furrowed. "Your tummy should be full from earlier. Do you have a pacifier?"

Well, that was a better response than I expected. I nodded and pointed to the nightstand closer to him.

Without missing a beat, he found the plastic case I kept my pacifier in and carefully opened it up. He took a moment to inspect it before raising it to my mouth and sliding it between my lips.

My eyes stayed glued to his as he took in the image I presented. A needy Little who just wanted to be taken care of.

When a small smile broke the tension, I exhaled through my nose and relaxed. So far, he wasn't freaked out. Which allowed me to let go a bit more as I rested my head on the pillow.

"Okay, sweetheart." He grabbed the book and scooted right up next to me. "If you fall asleep, I'll let myself out. But call me when you wake up, okay?"

I nodded without making eye contact. I didn't want him to see any disappointment there. It was definitely the best date of my life and maybe even the best night. I didn't want it to ever end, but that wasn't fair to put on Mack.

He needed time to think and process and decide. So many things to decide.

I focused on his voice, and he slowly read each page, taking his time like he wasn't in a rush for it to end either. My eyes drifted shut as his words lulled me back to sleep.