11. Xander

Chapter 11

Xander

I shouldn’t have missed David so damn much, but I did. He hadn’t even pulled away from the store when I already felt like half of me was missing. The only good thing about the instant depression I felt about him leaving was that with my sadness came great inspiration.

I spent the whole rest of the night rage designing and came up with some really good shit. I’d never considered club wear before, but suddenly, I had fishnet, sequins, and crop tops that would fit in at any respectable rave.

“Knock knock.” Ryan walked in with two big cups of bubble tea. “Your sugar has arrived.”

“Thanks, Ry. That’s probably the only milk I’m gonna get for the next couple days, so let’s keep them coming every six or so hours.”

He just laughed. “This one should keep you up all night, so if you want me to bring in more with me tomorrow morning, I’m happy to do that.”

I shrugged. “I’m being ridiculous, right? It’s barely been a few weeks, and I can’t imagine falling asleep tonight without a full belly of his milk.”

“It sucks.” Ryan slammed his straw through the plastic lid of his drink and took a sip. “Love sucks sometimes. Or so I’ve heard. I don’t know that I’ll ever personally experience it but…watching you tonight, I’m not sure I want to.”

“Oh, you want to.” I sighed and pierced my own lid with my straw but didn’t take a drink. “It’s amazing. It’s so crazy to know there’s someone out there who wants to be with you as much as you wanna be with them. And who lights up when they see you the way you light up when you see them. But it does suck when they’re not around.”

“Hey, if you’re literally just looking for comfort milk, you know I’ve got a bunch pumped in the fridge. You’re welcome to take any of it with you.”

I smiled at the offer. Ryan was a good guy and would make a great partner to someone someday. “Thank you, but we have a bit of an agreement to be exclusive.”

“Exclusive for milk?” He said it through a smile as if he were waiting for me to contradict him, but I didn’t.

“Yeah, I guess it’s silly saying it out loud, but there’s something intimate about drinking a man’s milk, and although he told me it was fine while he was out of town since he didn’t save any of his pumped milk, I’m gonna force myself to wait. Appreciate him even more when he comes home.”

David pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, or maybe it was real. “Goddamn, you’re a romantic. I had no idea.”

I sighed heavily for the millionth time. “Yeah, me either. Annoying, ain’t it?”

“No, it’s sweet. I’m really happy for you, Xan.” He nodded toward my tablet. “How are the designs coming?”

“Holy shit. Apparently, heartache is my muse because I’ve been cranking out rave wear, of all things.”

Ryan almost spit out his tea as he laughed. “You serious? Didn’t you give me a whole lecture once when I asked you to design something I could wear to the club?”

“I know, I know. Again, blame it on my heartache.”

“Well, whatever it is. I can’t wait to see what you’ve come up with.”

“Me too. I think it’s gonna be good.”

The caffeine in my drink kept me going well past the text David sent to say he had boarded and was getting ready to go to sleep. And it wasn’t until almost three that I finally drove my ass home and passed out.

When I woke up the next morning, a text from David was waiting for me so it was easy to pretend he was just a few miles away, getting ready for work like any other day. I didn’t let myself think too hard about the after work part of the day.

I was just taking each minute at a time.

My day went quickly because I was still in productive mode. I was able to send off all but my newest line to the patternmaker weeks earlier than I expected. And the new line was coming along quickly. If I didn’t sleep much, I might even get it finished before David came home so I could take a few days off to just spend time with him.

A little after seven, I left the store to finish working at home. I wanted to be cuddled up in my bed so I could think about my milkman. I had just finished another crop top when a video call from David came in.

“Hey, sexy.” I rolled onto my side and leaned up on my elbow. “How’s it going out there?”

He was leaning back in his bed with a tray of food from room service beside the bed. “Just finally eating dinner. I’ve been starving all day.”

“You need to eat, babe. It’s not good to let yourself starve and then binge.”

He chewed a giant bite of a burger and nodded. “Um, hmm.”

“Did you have a good day?” I dragged my finger along the screen to outline his sweet face.

“Good is relative. No new bad things happened, so I guess that was good.” He took a drink from his water bottle and then leaned back. “I need to pump, but I wanted to talk to you first.”

“Can I watch?” My dick was already twitching from the idea. I’d never seen him pump because I was too greedy to ever let a drop of his white gold get away. I stole every last one. But as long as he was forced to do it, I wanted to watch. “I’ll pretend it’s my mouth pulling your delicious milk out.”

“Fuck, Xander.” David moved the camera back so I could see him from his thighs up. “I went from limp to rock hard in one point two seconds.”

I laughed and leaned my camera on the pillow so he could watch me stroke myself. “Me too.”

“Hold that thought.” He hopped off the bed and grabbed the pump. He probably regretted not buying the travel pump because the case he had to carry for this one was enormous. A few minutes later, my man was back on the bed with the pump cups ready. “You sure you want to see this?” He glanced down at the cups. “It’s not exactly sexy. You might not look at me the same after this.”

I chuckled and reached down for my balls as I pinched my own nipple. “Get it going, sexy, or I’m gonna finish without you.”

His eyes locked on the screen, watching my hand slide up and down my fat shaft as he used the back strap to attach the cups and then leaned back on the bed. “You’re so beautiful, Xander.”

I groaned and spread the drop of precome that had leaked from my tip with my finger, then I stuck it in my mouth to taste it. “I wish this were yours, babe.”

“Fuck.” He grabbed his cock and started stroking it, quickly catching up to me as my eyes locked on the heavy drops of milk filling the containers. “You drive me insane.”

I could almost taste how sweet and warm it would be on my tongue. “Me too.” I had an idea and wasn’t sure if I should waste it on a video call or wait until we were together, but since I had zero self-control when David was involved, I went for it. “Turn off one of the pumps and take off the bottle.”

“What?” His hand stopped moving as he looked at me. “Why?”

I winked and slipped my hand down until my fingers teased my hole. “You know why, babe. I want to watch you taste your delicious milk while I come all over myself.”

“Xander…” His plea was a mix of lust and fear, but he quickly turned off the left pump and unscrewed the reservoir. “Now what?”

I was so close, I wasn’t sure I’d even last long enough to get through his first swallow. “Keep fucking your fist as if it were my ass. Then take a drink. I’m so close. I just want to take it all in.”

David’s breathing was labored as he pounded his cock with his full strength and then brought the bottle to his lips. His eyes were glued to his phone, either watching my dick or my face, I didn’t know which.

As soon as he poured the bottle into his mouth and drank his warm milk, his balls erupted, and mine did too, making a mess of both of us with only the rhythmic sound of the single pump still drawing out the last of his offering.

“God damn.” He threw his head back and panted for air. “That was intense.”

I smeared my come over my belly and chest, wishing he were there to lick me clean. “Yeah, in the best fucking way possible.”

“It wasn’t too bad.” He grinned. “The milk, I mean.”

I burst out laughing. “Oh, yeah? It didn’t seem too bad.”

He just shrugged. “I mean, it was all fucking hot in the moment, and I can see why you enjoy suckling, but it’s just milk. Reminds me of the milk left in the bowl after frosted flakes.”

“Mmm, it is sweet.” I sighed and pulled the phone closer to my face so I could get a good look at my sexy man. “But no more sampling for you. Pump and dump while you’re gone. If you want a taste again, you have to wait til I’m with you. I don’t want to miss a moment like that again.”

David laughed at that. “No problem. I’m happy to save it all for you.”

“Just get home quickly, babe. I miss you so fucking much.”

“Me too, Xander. I love you.” He held the phone to his face again, and I could see my reflection in his eyes. I loved how emotional his feelings for me could make him.

“I love you too, sexy.” I sighed, not wanting to say goodbye, but it was getting late for him, and he had to wake up early for meetings. “Finish your dinner and get cleaned up. Then text me in the morning.