He needed a fucking Daddy.
I’d been trying to ignore the attraction between us, but it wasn’t possible anymore. It was constant and tangible. A pull in whatever direction he was standing. When he handed me things in the kitchen, our fingers sometimes lingered like they were stuck together with magnetic force. And the distance between us on the couch was getting smaller and smaller.
I was holding the line, but just barely. And with every glance and smile and carefree laugh he graced me with, that line was getting harder and harder to acknowledge.
That night, I waited until the light under the guest room door had been off for a solid hour before I went to the kitchen to pump. We hadn’t discussed it again after that first night, but we would. At some point, probably very soon, we would talk about it again.
And when he asked for more, I wouldn’t deny him.
I couldn’t.
I settled onto the counter stool and got the pump set up. I needed at least ten minutes on each side, and then I could go to bed. I opened my book and tried to ignore the memories that the familiar tugging and pulsing conjured up in me. The memories of a sweet boy practically begging me to give him more.
The detective was about to discover a key piece of evidence when I heard Joshua behind me. Instead of looking back or hiding the pump, I put the book down and waited.
From the corner of my vision, I could see him standing just far enough back from the doorway that he probably thought I wouldn’t notice him. He wasn't moving closer, but he wasn’t bolting either.
When the non-pump silence felt too loud, I looked over at the hallway.
He stood there and held my gaze with the most honest expression on his face I'd ever seen. He didn’t look embarrassed or guilty for getting caught. He just wanted to get closer.
"Come here, sweetheart." I held out one arm while I disconnected the pump and moved it out of the way.
He crossed the kitchen and stopped between my knees as I turned toward him. “I can’t sleep.”
“I’m sorry if the noise woke you.” I rubbed the side of his arm. He’d had nervous energy all day, both excited and nervous for his first day at work. “I’m done now.”
“It didn’t wake me.” His hand lifted like he wanted to touch me, but he quickly lowered it. “I wanted to…see you.”
“Let’s get you back in bed.” I left everything on the counter and stood up.
Joshua didn’t back away, so he was essentially pressed up against my bare chest. This time, when his hand came up, he carefully traced my lower pec and then ran his fingertip up to my nipple. There was a drop of milk at the tip, and he brushed it off.
His soft touch on my sensitive nipple sent a spike of electricity down my spine, but watching him study the white drop on his finger like it was fascinating made my dick twitch. Against his hip. “Come on.”
I shifted him to my side and practically dragged him back to his room by his hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw his fingertip slip into his mouth for a quick second, and that twitch in my flannel pants immediately turned into a full-blown hard-on.
We moved in silence, and when we got to the side of the bed, Joshua sat down but didn’t let go of my hand. “Matthew?”
“Yes.” I ran my fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes. “What do you need?”
He took a deep breath and then looked up at me. “Milk.”
I cocked my head, almost afraid to let my mind wander to the point of knowing what that actually meant. “A glass of milk?”
Joshua shook his head and reached for my chest again. His fingertips lightly grazed my swollen nipple. “Not a glass.”
Fuck. My dick was now pointing straight at him, and I was suddenly grateful he was focused on my chest and not my crotch. “Joshua.”
He finally let go of my hand and leaned back. “Please.”
I promised to give him what he needed. I just had no idea he might want the one thing I tried to hide from most people in my life.
Letting someone directly feed from me wasn’t something I’d ever tried before. Never expected to receive a request like that. But from the first time Joshua hinted that he wanted to share the lactation experience with me, I’d let my mind go there…and it stayed there.
Before I could remind myself of all the reasons it was a bad idea, I put one knee on the edge of the mattress and lowered myself until I was lying beside him.
We didn’t speak as Joshua leaned in, giving me every chance to change my mind before his lips found my skin, and he drew the soft tip into his mouth.
