12. Oliver

I let out a long sigh after I ended the call with Daddy. He was so smart and always knew what I needed, but when it came to what he needed, he was a big dummy.

Daddy was wrong. While it was his job to take care of me, it was also my job to care for him. Daddies sometimes needed help too, and I couldn"t just ignore him when he needed me.

Of course, I was going to worry about him. I loved him, and I no longer cared if it was too soon to admit that. We may not have known each other for very long, but the bond we had was stronger than anything I"d ever felt before. I couldn"t just sit there knowing Daddy needed me, because I needed him too.

I tried playing with my toys and reading the books he got for me, but it just wasn"t the same without him. I missed him so much. I just wanted to curl up in his lap, wrap my lips around his perfect buds, and drink the pain away.

Thankfully, Daddy had sent me the information for the hotel he was staying at in case I needed it. So, I went online and quickly booked a flight. I found a super early flight so I could arrive at the hotel later in the morning.

The idea of flying made my body shake and my chest tighten, but then I thought about Daddy and how it felt to be wrapped up in his arms and how cherished he made me feel. My thumb crept up to my mouth, and I opened up, allowing the rhythmic motion to soothe my nerves.

I took deep breaths through my nose as I sucked my thumb, wanting so badly to feel the warmth of Daddy"s milk gliding over my tongue. Everything was going to be okay. I was going to be brave, and then I would get to see Daddy.

Being apart from him made me realize how complete I felt when we were together. Suddenly, my fears of flying paled in comparison to the urge I felt to tell Daddy how much I loved him. I never wanted to leave his side again.

I stifled a yawn as I arrived at the hotel. My extremely early flight meant I only got four hours of sleep. Oh well, losing sleep to conquer my fears and see my Daddy was more than worth it. I made my way inside and headed to Daddy's room.

My phone vibrated in my pocket as I arrived at his door. I pulled it out, smiling when I saw it was him.

Good morning, little one. I hope you slept well. I'll try to be home soon. I miss holding my sweet boy in my arms.

Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks. I loved how open he was with his feelings. It made me even more sure that I had to tell him how I felt. My knock echoed down the quiet hall as I shifted my feet, anxiously waiting to be back in his arms.

"Hello, can I?—"

My legs moved on their own as soon as the door opened, launching myself into Daddy's arms.

"Oof." He stumbled back slightly as I crashed into him, his arms instantly wrapping around me.

"Ollie, sweetheart. You're here. Are you okay?" The concern and care in his voice brought all my feelings barreling to the surface, overwhelming me.

I lost the battle with my tears and my voice was shaky as I spoke. "I-I did it, Daddy. I faced my fears to come see you." I buried my face into his shirtless chest, inhaling his scent as I cried sobs of relief. Nothing felt better than being in Daddy's arms. He was perfect, and I wanted him to be mine forever.

"You flew here?"

I nodded against his chest. My big thoughts started to slip away because the comfort of being wrapped in Daddy"s arms made me feel safe to let go.

"Baby, that"s amazing. I'm so proud of you. But why are you here, did something happen?"

"I missed you so much, Daddy. I needed to see you. I have something very important to tell you."

Daddy's arms tightened around me as he nuzzled his cheek against my head. "Oh, my sweet boy, I missed you too. Let"s go inside so you can sit in my lap, and we can talk."

We reluctantly pulled away from each other and hurried into the room. Daddy climbed into the bed and propped himself against the headboard. I licked my lips as he patted his leg, signaling me to come over. "Come lay on Daddy"s lap, little one."

Daddy was so hot, and I could already see milk starting to leak from his nipples. I wanted nothing more than to crawl up there and wrap my lips around his tight buds, but I couldn"t let myself get distracted.

I hopped up and down excitedly then climbed up into the bed. I plopped down beside him and rested my head against his chest.

He let out a content sigh and his arms came around to envelop me in his warmth. "There you go, sweet boy. Now, what do you need to tell me?"

I looked up into his warm eyes and lifted my hand to cup his cheek. "You're wrong. Yes, it"s your job as my Daddy to take care of me. But Daddies need care too. I may be your boy, but I will also care for you and worry about you because I love you, Daddy."

He placed his hand over mine, nuzzling my palm. "My precious boy. I love you too, sweetheart. I thought my chest was gonna explode from how much I missed you, and not because of my milk but because I just wanted to be with you."

"Me too."

He placed a kiss on the center of my palm. "Ollie, I"m so happy you came into my life, and I want to wake up every morning and see your beautiful face. Will you move in with me?"

My face became wet with tears of joy. "Yes, Daddy! I want that too. So much."

Daddy cupped the back of my head, pressing soft kisses on my forehead and then the tip of my nose. His tenderness made my breath hitch and a whimper escaped when his soft lips met mine.

The kiss was slow as his tongue swiped against my lips. He deepened it, licking into my mouth at a torturous pace.

I moaned into his hot mouth as my hand cupped his pec, squeezing his already leaking nipple between my fingers.

The extra fullness from not being emptied properly made the milk flow out of him like a broken faucet.

I whimpered because the wet warmth felt so good against my skin, but I couldn"t stand letting it go to waste. "Daddy, please." I whined into his mouth, desperate to get a taste. It had only been two days, but I missed his sweet milk and the bond that seemed to grow with every suck.

He broke the kiss, his eyes blown with lust. "Please what, baby? Tell Daddy what you need."

"You're making me all wet, Daddy. I don"t wanna waste. Please, can I suckle?"

He looked down, and his eyes widened at the mess on his stomach. "Yes, baby boy. Daddy needs you to take care of him."

I eagerly made my way down his body, sticking out my tongue to lap at the milk coating his skin as I went.

"Such a good boy cleaning up his Daddy."

My tongue swirled around his puffy nipple before I latched on.

"Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth feels so good."

His milk flowed easily down my throat, and that first gush made me crave even more as I sucked faster.

Daddy carded his fingers through my hair, rubbing my scalp as he cooed in pleasure. "Shh, it"s okay, little one. Slow down or you'll hurt your tummy. I'm not going anywhere."

I took deep breaths through my nose, trying to pace myself.

"That's it. Nice and slow. Good boy." He continued rubbing my scalp as I suckled, showering me in praise and affection.

I drifted off as Daddy's delicious milk warmed my belly, making it too hard to stay awake as the lack of sleep and stress from flying finally caught up to me.