I didn’t get an answer, but after a few seconds, Link’s steps sounded in the hall, and he popped his head around the corner. “No.”
“No isn’t an answer for why you’re being like this, you know?” I pulled my shirt up, exposing my leaking nipple. “I’m full, puppy. I need you.”
He rolled his eyes. Fucking brat. “No. You don’t.”
Groaning, I sat up, letting my shirt fall back into place. “Why are you being like this?” I asked again.
Link glowered at me, his brown eyes fixed on mine. “You know damn well why.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
He took a couple of steps into the room, then put his hands on his hips. It was adorable, and not nearly as intimidating as he probably thought. “I’m not being dramatic, Elias. I’m hurt. Wounded, even. Bleeding out from the inside.”
I nearly laughed. “I used the pump one time today.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leveled me with a glare. “One time too many,” he murmured, sounding every bit the petulant brat.
Scooting closer to him, I gripped his chin hard in my hand. “You weren’t here, and I needed relief. Let’s not blame that on me. And now here I am, offering, and you’re not interested.”
He shook his head, but something flared in his eyes. Just the tiniest little spark. I’d learned a lot about Link in the last year, but one of the most notable things was how to tell when my bratty Link was about to melt into my sweet good boy.
“You used the pump this morning,” he said, without much heat. “You can damn well use it now.”
I tightened my hold, forcing his gaze back to mine when he tried to look away. “There’s not a chance I’m using that pump when my puppy’s warm mouth is right here.” He set his jaw, trying to pull away from me. I didn’t let him. “You’re not going anywhere, puppy.”
“You’re not the boss of me.”
I laughed. “That’s a lie, and we both know it.”
His eyes softened a bit more. He was so, so close to giving in. I knew it, and he knew it.
“Come on, puppy,” I cooed, lowering my voice and sliding my hand from his jaw to his throat. I rested my palm against it, feeling his rapid pulse in my fingertips. “Be a good boy and drain my chest, and I’ll give you a reward.”
He perked up a bit at that. “Like what?” he asked, eyeing me skeptically.
“I guess you’ll just have to find out, huh?”
“Fine.” I let my hand fall from his throat, and he started pawing at my shirt. My cock was already swelling, my nipples already tingling with the rush of milk they knew was inevitable. He stopped, then looked up at me with a sly smile. “But, Elias. This is forme. Not for you.”
For a second, I just stared at him in shock, then I burst into laughter. “Sure, puppy. Whatever you need to tell yourself. Get undressed.”
With a huff, Link sat up, stripping his clothes off. He could pretend he was unaffected all he wanted, but as soon as he pulled his pants down, his hard cock sprung free.
I swallowed down the moan that wanted to break free at the sight, and stripped my own clothes off before lying down onto my back. My milk was leaking now, rolling down the sides of my chest toward the mattress below. “Look how much you’re wasting, puppy.”
He whined, just like I knew he would, then draped himself over my body and attacked my nipple.
With the first pull of milk, Link moaned, and my eyes rolled back. This never, ever got old, and I was pretty sure we could do it every day for the rest of our lives and it wouldn’t.
Each time Link gulped down a mouthful of milk, he made a breathy little sound. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him in place. “That’s it, my good boy. Drain me dry.”
He growled under his breath, but to no one’s surprise, he started rocking against me, dragging his leaking cock along my thigh. The motion caused his stomach to rub my cock, and I moaned loudly. Too loud, really. He didn’t let up. He kept rocking on my thigh, rubbing himself off on me as he sucked down my milk in greedy mouthfuls.
“Good boy,” I moaned. “My good little puppy. Keep going. You’re just gonna rub yourself on me until you make us both explode, huh? Can’t even control yourself.”
Link
Jesus fucking Christ, I was pathetic. But I was pathetic forhim,and that somehow made it all okay. Seriously, how dare he use the pump when all he had to do was call me while I was at work, and I would’ve raced home to take care of him? Had he learned nothing?
