8. Zach

Chapter 8

Zach

After taking care of some household chores like laundry and cleaning, Devin and I sat down at the table with my laptop and got all his paperwork sorted. There weren't a ton of pages for him to fill out, but since he didn't have a résumé, the application took a little bit of time for him to look up dates and addresses.

But Devin was extremely competent on a computer. He typed faster than me and knew all the keyboard shortcuts that I'd been telling myself I needed to learn for years but never bothered to memorize.

Once we were done, I closed the laptop and turned to him. "I was thinking we could run to the grocery store to pick up food for the week and anything else you might need. Is that fine?"

Devin sagged a little bit beside me and nodded. "Yeah, I don't need anything special, but we can go."

He hated accepting anything monetary from me, even in the form of groceries, but I wasn't going to let him worry about such minor concerns. I walked him through the garage and opened it up, gesturing to the passenger side of my little commuter car. "We'll take this one."

"You have two cars?" Devin had his hands on his hips like he was shocked.

"Yeah, the Bronco is my fun weekend ride. This is my grocery-getter." I grinned when he rolled his eyes at the dumb joke. "Gets five times better mileage and has A/C so…"

Devin slid into the passenger seat, and I got in on my side. As we pulled out of my driveway, I rested my hand on the gear shifter, tapping my fingers to the low radio in the background. "I wanna show you the route to the office. That way, in case we go in at different times, you know where you're going." I thought about it for a minute and then revised my statement. "Actually, we'll be driving in separately every day, so you'll wanna pay attention. I can also write down directions, but it's a pretty easy drive."

"What time do you usually go in?"

"I generally get there around eight. Most of the staff rolls in between eight and nine. Do you have a preference?"

"Not really." Devin shrugged. "If I'm waking up with you, I'll probably start around the same time too."

The insinuation of him waking up with me wasn't lost, but I ignored that and kept on topic. "Yeah, probably. Pam is usually there by eight fifteen or eight thirty, so tomorrow, you can leave a couple minutes after me. I'll get you settled at your desk and show you around before she gets in. I already sent her a text to let her know she would be training you tomorrow, and she's excited to have some help."

Devin flashed his brilliant smile, but I could sense that he was still nervous. "Okay, cool."

Unable to resist, I reached over and placed my hand on his shoulder, giving him a firm squeeze, and then leaving my hand there. "You're gonna be great, Dev. I promise. And if you hate it after a few paychecks, you can leave. Well, you can leave after five minutes if you want, but it's pretty easy money and…benefits."

He chomped his teeth and raised his eyebrows at that. "Yeah, I could use a trip to the dentist, so that would be nice."

I felt my brows knit together, but I didn't lecture him on the importance of taking care of himself. Whether he knew what he needed to do or not, he didn't always have the means to do it. I decided to save my breath for something that I saw him blatantly disregarding rather than being forced to disregard.

After showing Devin the best route to the office and where to park, we headed to the grocery store. It was getting late in the afternoon and I was hungry, which was not the best time to go shopping, but I figured it would ensure we stocked up with just about everything we wanted.

Devin didn't like to ask for anything, but I quickly learned his tells. If I held up a brand of cereal that he liked, he shrugged. But if it was something he didn't like, he made a face and shook his head. Once I figured that out, the rest of the shopping went pretty quickly. We got pine/orange/banana juice, Frosted Flakes, flour tortillas in the burrito size and the street taco size, but not the big wrap size, and a ton of other stuff that I wouldn't have thought to buy, but actually enjoyed the idea of feeding to this sweet kid.

I made chicken fettuccini for dinner, and we watched one of the Terminator movies, but as the evening wore on, Devin got more and more anxious. I could tell that he was nervous about starting a professional job, but I had no doubt that he would do great.

We finally said good night at nine thirty, and because I couldn't resist, I pulled him into a hug and held him tightly against me. My fingers combed through his hair as I spoke against his cheek. "I want you to think about all the stuff you're gonna buy with your paychecks and all the people you're going to meet at work. They're gonna love you, and you're gonna have a great time. I'm sure of it."

He just nodded against my shoulder.

"My alarm is set for six thirty. Do you want me to wake you when I get up or do you want to set your own alarms?"

He pulled back and thought about it for a moment as he did the math. "I'll set my alarm for six forty-five, but I'll probably hear you moving around." Then he scoffed. "If I sleep at all."

I gave him one final hug and couldn't resist a kiss to the side of his head. "Good night, Devin. Try to get some rest."

I was almost as antsy as Devin. Not because I was worried about his first day but because my attraction to him was growing, which made me wonder if working with him would be a really bad idea. But it was good for him, and he needed some good, so I did my best to sleep.

For a few hours, I was able to get some restless sleep, but at about midnight, I got up to pee. When I walked past Devin's room, I glanced through the open door and saw that he was sitting straight up in bed, in the dark, but looking right at me as I walked past.

"Are you okay?" I walked into his room and stood beside his bed. "What's wrong?"

He sighed heavily. "I can't relax. I don't know why, but I'll be fine."

I was just wearing my boxers and suddenly became self-conscious of my near nudity. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

He shrugged again and then looked right at me with his lip between his teeth. There was just enough light shining in from outside that I could easily see the need in his face. "Do you need to pump?"

What? I glanced down at my chest, making sure I was dry. I was, but the thin cotton boxers were doing nothing to hide the tenting below. "No. Why do you ask?"

"I was just gonna offer…" Devin closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, if you needed to, maybe I could do it for you."

Well shit. Any chance of hiding my boner was officially lost. "Would you like that, Devin? Do you think it'll help you sleep?"

"It might. When I was a kid, I remember drinking warm milk before bed." He looked right into my eyes. "Can we try?"

This kid could ask me to gnaw off my own arm, and I would be willing to try. But since I was hard, I decided to attempt to hide it as I sat down on the bed beside him. "Okay, how about you lie down on your side in the most comfortable position you can get in to fall asleep, and I'll come to you."

His eyes went wide in excitement, but then he frowned. "But I want you to be comfortable too. I want you to…like it."

I chuckled softly. "Trust me, Devin. I'm gonna like it no matter what position I'm in." My throat was suddenly dry as I reached for one of his pillows and held it in front of my crotch. "Please forgive me for my inappropriate response. I can't really control every aspect of my body."

Devin grinned as he scooted down so his head was sideways on the pillow, several inches below the headboard. That gave me enough room to lean up on one elbow and position my nipple right at his mouth. I placed my hand on the back of his neck and rubbed his jaw with my thumb as I looked down at him. "Okay, baby. Take as much as you want."

Devin didn't hesitate at all as he leaned forward and pulled my pebbled skin between his lips. He was already an expert at latching on and sucking in a way that made my milk flow freely, massaged out by his tongue and the rhythmic suction while his eyes drifted shut.

Both of his hands were under the blankets, and I could immediately tell where one went when the blanket at his waist began to move up and down. Devin was jacking himself as he drank.

Fuck. I was gonna come just from watching this kid.

And I might have if he didn't slip his other hand below the pillow, up my thigh, and beneath the waistband of my boxers.

I opened my mouth to protest, but as soon as his soft fingertips closed along my shaft, every brain cell I had was focused on receiving pleasure, and I just let my head hang next to his as he jacked us both. I was already close, and he must've been too because within a few minutes, his suction got harder and his hand moved faster.

"Fuck, Dev. I'm gonna come, baby."

He grinded against me, continuing to pull my milk down his throat as he moved me even faster to the edge and over the damn cliff.

Devin came too as soon as my first load hit his hand. He was moaning and thrusting beside me, clearly experiencing the same kind of orgasm I was. The mutual kind.

He didn't open his eyes for a few more minutes, but once I was soft and coated in a sticky mess, he peeked one eye open and then grinned at me before pulling off my chest. "Was that okay?"

I laughed and lay down, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "That was pretty fucking amazing."

"For me too. I'm not even gonna change my underwear. I just want to stay right here. I feel like I can sleep now." He beamed up at me. "Can I have the other side? I promise to actually try to sleep this time."

"Okay." I stood up and carefully peeled my boxers off my body, using the fabric to wipe myself down the best I could before sliding back in beside him on his other side and then got in a similar position. I cupped his jaw with my palm and brushed along his cheekbone. "All right. This time, try to sleep. I want you to have a great day tomorrow."

He closed his eyes as his lips closed around my nipple, and he began a slow suck, definitely more relaxed and without the same kind of vigor and enthusiasm he showed on the other side. Within a few minutes of me slipping my fingers through his hair, his breathing slowed down, and his lips eventually released my skin, popping off with a soft sigh as he fully gave in to sleep.

"Good night, sweet boy," I whispered as I scooted out of his bed. I felt bad that he was gonna wake up to a cold, wet spot in the bed, but we would deal with that in the morning.

Tonight, I was just thrilled that he had discovered a method of relaxing…and that his method included one of the most erotic experiences of my life.