4. The Dream

4

THE DREAM

CHARLES

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it was just a dream.

Nico was in my home, in my bedroom, lying on my bed. His pecs were grotesquely engorged, veins visible, nipples huge, and he gazed at me pleadingly.

"Please, sir."

He cupped his chest, and the milk squirted out. Warm drops fell on my skin.

"Please, help me."

Moaning, he squeezed himself, showering me with the white nectar, thick like heavy cream. His straining cock oozed cum onto the sheets.

I wanted to reach for him and suck his tits. He needed me to empty them to get relief. He was so swollen, poor sweetheart, and my stomach ached with hunger. But I was pinned to the bed, my limbs weighing a ton, and my tongue like cement in my mouth.

"Please, Charles. I'm begging you."

I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. Nico pulled on his nipples, whimpering. My cock throbbed between my legs, tenting the sheets. Nico crawled over me and ripped the sheet off. His tits hung low, and he rubbed them on my dick, staining me with his milk. I shook with desire, but I was helpless. Did he tie me up? I couldn't feel any ropes.

Pearly cream covered my skin, my groin, my stomach, my legs. I could smell it. He bathed me in it, milking his tits all over me. Then he hovered above me, dangling his sweet nipples right in front of my face.

He leaned closer. I opened my mouth, trying to reach one big teat. It was still full to bursting, the milk dribbling onto my tongue…

And then he was gone. Simply disappeared.

I woke up drenched with sweat and alone.

I could still taste him. Feel his flesh in my mouth.

Fuck .

I rolled onto my back and fisted my throbbing dick. It was past two in the morning, dammit. With the AC blasting, I should be huddled under the duvet and sleeping like a baby.

Instead, I was obsessing about Nico.

Wiping the last dream from my memory, I remembered the real Nico and how I'd sucked his tits and fingered him. Came all over his abused nipples. Gorgeous nipples. Filthy big from sucking, long and fat, they filled my mouth until I felt them on the back of my tongue, milk spraying straight into my throat. They looked even better with my cum all over them. I'd watched my share of titty porn, but never had I seen an omega's chest as obscene as Nico's. On his slight, narrow torso and small round pecs, those nipples looked even bigger. If he ever wanted to change careers, he could earn a fortune sharing milking videos online. Some people went crazy over that stuff. Some people…like me.

Fucking hell, I wanted to eat him alive.

My hand moved up and down my erection by its own will.

I bit the pillow and groaned with frustration.

I wanted him here with me! Laid out, holding his pecs in his hands, offering them to me, his legs spread, hole leaking… I could tie his arms to the headboard and fuck him while watching his tits quiver on each thrust. I wanted to pinch and slap them for how the sight of them made me feel.

I came into my hand, my knot throbbing as if it were about to swell. I really was on the verge of a rut, dammit.

The familiar guilt swamped me seconds later.

What the fuck had I done?

Nico was my employee. As a single father, he was even more dependent on the income and insurance that came with the job. What if he felt like he had to…

Fuck. Fucking fuck .

I dragged myself into the shower and hid under the stream of water.

But it seemed like he wanted me, too. He'd eagerly spread his legs as soon as I brushed his ass with my fingers. The sounds he made, how he arched his spine, pushing his chest out for more, how he yelled out yes over and over as I rammed my fingers deep into his body. Had it been someone I had no power over, I would have been sure he wanted the same. His ass had been wet around my fingers, full of oily slick, loose and horny. I hadn't been imagining his desire. It had been blatant and drugging .

His body didn't lie. But what did he want with that brilliant mind of his?

I'd been thirsting after Nico for three long years. A lot of it was plain old lust. The alpha in me craved to impale that ass on my dick so deep I'd breed his little belly.

But Nico was a person and not a piece of meat.

I held a profound respect for his intellect and values. While mild and quiet, Nico carried immense strength within. I was in awe of his accomplishments, and patience.

I chuckled to myself as I rubbed a towel over my torso. One had to have loads of patience to deal with the likes of me.

Was there a bigger fool under the sun than me?

I should have asked him out and confessed my feelings to him. I could have moved him to a different position in the company and dated him. I should have met his kid and made an effort to show Nico I'd be a decent father. He could have been my husband by now, waiting for me in that bed, naked.

Instead, I'd been perving on him while making him work overtime until my control broke and I attacked him like a neanderthal.

He deserved so much better than me. Could he want me anyway?

Tomorrow morning, I'd know.

When he came into the office with tits full of milk and smelling of desire, I would know.

I would grab him and never let him go.