8. Elias

Chapter 8

Elias

Somehow, I was pretty sure he'd dated worse assholes than I had if he was just as worried about only one of us coming as he was the whole nursing for the first time part.

It had sounded like he was more worried about that if I was being honest.

"Thank you for trusting me, baby." Kissing his head again as he snuggled back into me, I realized I had to show him that not only could I nurse him without him worrying but that I could make him come and keep my own clothes on and have that be fun too. Oh, and there had to be appropriate elements that he could include in his story to Dally's family.

What had Dally's father done?

Had he bought another timeshare?

What else could he have bought that was dumb enough to make him worried about what his wife would do?

A lot.

Since guessing would keep me up all night googling strange things, I focused on my adorably skeptical little.

Oh, he was trying to be trusting but his trust would only go so far based on his grumpy expression. He was expecting chaos to descend any second and was set to defend himself or me. I still couldn't decide why we both had to come but I was pretty sure there was a bad date somewhere that would explain it.

Filing that question away to ask Dally later, I danced my fingers up his chest. "What do you think about tickling?"

That had him trying not to giggle as he turned and hid his face against my chest. "I think you're silly."

Keeping my tone singsongy and light, I bounced my fingers along his ribs without actually tickling him since I didn't know his opinion on that yet. "That's not an answer."

Giggling still wasn't an answer, but he distracted me quickly from the tickling by inhaling deeply and snuggling closer. "You smell good, Daddy."

Oh.

Okay.

Keeping my internal pep talk quiet and quick, I barely let out a breath before I responded. "It's my milk. I'm glad you like the smell."

"It's like…" He nuzzled closer, rubbing his nose against me and inhaling deeply. "It's like one of those expensive candles. Not the cheapy ones. I don't like those."

Something about the way he said it said he didn't buy the expensive candles very often, but it wasn't the time to talk about finances.

"I'm glad." Because I'd never had a date sniff me before.

If anyone else had noticed, they'd ignored it, but if I was being honest, that might've been because I was careful to keep that physical issue as separate as I could from anything sexual. The letdown response was hard enough to manage but I'd always thought of it in terms of something that needed to be handled.

Milo was making me rethink a lot of things.

He was also giving me a lot to focus on, like his obvious erection as he snuggled against me and the happy sounds he was making as he wiggled over mine. "Happy smells."

Oh yes.

"Let's see if this makes the happy smells stronger." Keeping it in terms of what would make him happy gave me some mental distance as I unbuttoned my shirt to give him better access. "I think you'll like it better this way."

Yes, making Milo happy and relaxed was my only goal.

Well, and not looking like a panicked rabbit, because he'd get worried…and I did not want that to be his memory of our first intimate time together or what he told Dally's family.

"Oh." Milo made a pleased sound and gave me a happy dance kind of wiggle as he finally nuzzled against the bare skin over my collarbone. Following the scent he was drawn to like a puppy, his face scrunched up as he ran into the band around my chest. "What's that?"

Opening his eyes, he pulled back just enough to poke at the elastic material that was wrapped around my chest. "That keeps your shirt clean?"

That was one way to look at it.

"Yes, it's one of the newest protective undershirts on the market." I was a silent investor in the company, so I had an inside scoop on it. "The fabric fits around someone almost like the wraps people use for a sprained ankle. But it's one hundred times more absorbent and is thin enough to fit smoothly under regular clothes."

The company was in the process of exploring other uses for it, but I was impressed by how it worked for my issues.

"That's nice, Daddy." Milo seemed pleased that I'd found something that worked but he was more focused on getting it off than how it functioned. "It's stuck."

Chuckling at his frustrated expression, I reached under my arm and pulled at the hook and loop tape that was going to revolutionize the market too. "Here you go."

My investment had long since paid off personally since I didn't have to worry about bulky undershirts or those terrible disposable breast pads that were still only marketed toward women, but I was looking forward to the additional financial benefits that were just around the corner.

"Yay." Tugging at the fabric, Milo gave another excited wiggle as my nipples came into view. "Can I touch them, Daddy?"

It would've been easier if he had slightly less manners. "Yes, baby."

I was proud of myself for sounding relaxed and confident for about ten seconds…then his finger flicked over my nipple and my brain turned off completely. My chest felt fuller as the spark of desire he sent through me finally hit, but it was probably my eyes rolling back in my head that got a giggle from him.

For just a split second, though…then I moaned.

"Oh." He sucked in a shocked breath as milk started leaking out. "Oops. I broke it."

That wasn't how I'd have explained what happened but he knew how to fix it because he immediately cuddled tighter and his lips wrapped around my nipple as he giggled. It took him a few tries to figure out how to make it work, but once he had the latch right, he let out a happy squeal.

It seemed someone was very proud of himself for fixing the problem he'd created.

The whole situation was so distracting, I misplaced my worries for longer than I'd thought possible. I pushed back the first trickle of reality as it started inching forward, and it got easier as he relaxed and made soft pleased sounds as he drank down my milk.

Looking at the situation as rationally as I could also helped.

Milo was relaxed and enjoying what we were doing.

Milo was aroused by what we were doing.

Milo was helping me so I wouldn't have to pump later.

That was a pain in the ass and I'd never found a device that didn't make an already uncomfortable situation worse. This was completely different, though. The mix of emotions and hormones he was releasing was incredible and nothing like using a pump.

My dick also agreed with that assessment of the situation and I was starting to understand why so many men who lactated made their livelihood in very unique ways.

"Good boy." Forcing myself to relax back against the chair and not hump him, I stroked my hand over his head and did my best to make sure he knew I hadn't panicked yet. "You're doing such a good job."

The praise was probably stupid, but my brain couldn't fill in what the right words for the scene would be. I wasn't the most creative person on the planet, and I'd never planned out what a nursing scene would look like in my head.

I should've thought a bit more ahead, but Milo didn't seem to think my verbiage was half-assed or stupid. He made another pleased sound and smiled around my nipple before he went back to sucking, eyes closed and perfectly content with the scene.

Content and excited .

It should've been an odd combination but it felt right in the moment.

All of it felt right in the moment, so I focused on that as I kept running my hand over his head and doing my best to show him I wasn't worried. A worried Daddy couldn't make pleased hums and pet his boy, so I teased his hair and stroked over his back.

He was twisted up like a pretzel with his top half curled into me and his bottom half going in nearly the completely opposite direction. He looked like I'd need to offer him ibuprofen for his backache when we were done, but it didn't seem like the right moment to adjust his posture.

Especially considering it gave me great access to the lower half of his body.

One that I'd gotten clear permission to play with.

So as he sucked, I slowly caressed lower on his body, running my hand down his hip and thigh before making my way back to his head. Milo made a low moan and wiggled his bottom against the side of the chair as he flicked his tongue against my nipple.

It didn't take a genius to know what he wanted, but he had to wait until I stopped shivering and could hold back the needy sound he'd gotten from me. "That's…"

I had no idea how to explain what he was doing to me, but Milo didn't mind my lack of creativity. He giggled again and nibbled on the tip as the rush of milk finally slowed. Once he didn't have to be as focused, it seemed his playful side had decided to peek out.

"Naughty boy." I clearly didn't sound threatening or disappointed because he snickered and ran his tongue around the tip of my nipple. "That's…fuck."

Milo thought making his Daddy curse was incredibly funny and it gave his confidence to keep teasing me a boost because he nibbled again. It was almost too painful…almost but not quite and every part of me appreciated that.

Including my common sense because it took off with my worries somewhere.

"Oh, you think it's fun to tease Daddy, do you?" Two could play that game, so as I ran my hand down his body again, I made sure to take a side trip to pinch one of his nipples.

When he sucked in a shocked breath and wiggled, I moved my hand lower to caress across the obvious bulge in the sexy, fitted pants he was wearing. "Daddy can tease too."

Milo moaned around my nipple as he shivered but as his hips thrust up to press his cock against my hand, he whined and nuzzled against my chest.

"Yes, I've got a needy boy." Letting him rut against my hand, I kept it firmly against his body and let him use me to race toward his orgasm.

Milo was going at light speed and I loved the sexy sounds he was making around my nipple. For the moment at least, he'd stopped worrying about only one of us getting to play and he was just enjoying his fun.

So was I, but the mix was different for me.

It was sweet and sexy and felt incredible but there were more complicated emotions I wasn't ready to poke at. I was happy, but the whole situation left me wondering how anyone did it casually. Several of the men at the club were paid to nurse clients.

How?

Money I knew, but people usually confused me…and I'd just added something else I didn't understand.

But I understood how my body felt when I was empty and I understood the frustrated pout I was getting from Milo. Somehow he could almost come and pout adorably at the same time. It was an impressive feat.

"Oh, no pouting. I have more for you." I had to move my hand to shift us around so he could get to my other nipple, but he didn't mind once he could latch on again. "There we go. That's my good boy."

I'd never felt better.

Well, I was hard and was going to come as soon as I took my clothes off later, but the heavy feeling that I'd always associated with the milk was gone.

It was fucking amazing.

No wonder every guy in the room had wanted to get to know Milo.

Hell, it was no wonder they were all so nice to Dally.

As his lips wrapped around my nipple again and the release flooded through me, we both moaned but for very different reasons. But we both had erections in common, so I wasn't worried. I was, however, feeling incredible and was excited that my hands could start wandering again.

We'd both shifted slightly and he wasn't as flopped open as he was before, but I slipped my hand between his legs and let him rock against me again. "That's right. I like feeling my boy so excited."

Little grins peeked out of Milo as he alternated between sucking and nuzzling against me. He wasn't quite as thirsty as he had been before, but I knew we could time it better in the future.

Yes, I definitely wanted there to be a future for a variety of reasons…how adorable he was and how good nursing him felt were just at the top of a list that kept getting longer and longer.

I was pretty sure he felt the same based on his happy smiles and the way he closed his eyes as he relaxed against me. Well, most of him was relaxed. There was still one very hard place that was begging for attention as he rocked against my hand.

It was sexy as fuck but I wasn't sure he was thinking about how messy the current play plan would be if I let it keep going in the same direction.

So we needed to shift gears.

We definitely should've had a longer talk on limits but he'd been clear that I could play with his dick and he hadn't said anything specific about keeping his clothes on. Going back through the conversation, everything I was remembering made it sound like naked dicks were reasonable.

Still, I took my time releasing the button on his pants and easing the zipper down.

No safewords.

Happy hums.

Teasing tongue.

I moaned and cursed as he flicked my nipple and giggled, but I managed to multitask fairly well and free his dick from the sexiest little briefs that were barely holding him back. "Look at my sexy boy."

That got me another giggle, but it was his turn to moan as I took him in my hand and started slowly jerking him off. The strangled sound that went from sweet and happy to pleased and naughty made me even harder but I'd been honest earlier and everything about the moment was absolutely perfect.

"That's right." Continuing to softly play with his hard cock, I nuzzled against his head and groaned as he nibbled again. "Fuck."

Making Daddy curse seemed to be a fun new pastime, but I got even when I teased his slit and focused right under the head of his dick. He squeaked and his entire body tensed before another moan escaped around my nipple.

It was my turn to laugh as I did it again and felt his erection throb in my hand. "Oh, my boy likes that."

It got the best sound effects too.

He was still playing with my nipple but it was more like I was a binkie he was playing with than actively trying to get milk. It was probably the best decision because I wasn't sure drinking while orgasming would be safe at all.

And since making him orgasm was my goal, I moaned and urged him to have fun with his Daddy.

Once the sucking stopped, it was like his body went from puttering along to hitting light speed in the blink of an eye. All it took was a few more soft jerks and then for me to press my thumb against his slit and he exploded.

Milk was forgotten as he cried out and shook, his cock throbbing in my hand, but he nuzzled into me and clung to me as the incredible sensations rocketed through him. When I'd wrung every drop of pleasure I could from him and he was boneless as he wrapped himself around me, he let out a soft sigh. "Oh…Daddy. I like special time with you."

Me too.