“No, brat.” I dragged my teeth over the back of his hand, pretending to bite him. “For being brave.”
He sighed and looked down. “I’m not brave. I’m…pathetic.”
“You’re not pathetic, Joshua.” I squeezed his hand and held it to my chest. “You’re perfect.”
We didn’t say anything else on the drive, and as soon as we got home, we both went to shower and change. I wasn’t sure if he’d go straight to bed, but I wasn’t tired, so I parked my ass in the middle of the couch and put on a show I’d been watching on and off for a few years.
A little while later, Joshua came in wearing one of my t-shirts and boxers. Nothing else. “Whatcha watchin’?”
“Nothing.” I grabbed the remote and hit the guide button. “ButHunger Gamesis on. You interested?”
“Yeah.” He stepped on to the couch cushion right beside me and then dropped to his ass so he was sitting on his feet. “I haven’t seen that in forever.”
At first, he was fidgety as he sat beside me. Restless and unable to relax. I tried to soothe him by holding his hand and rubbing his back, but that didn’t do it. It wasn’t enough.
"You need something, sweetheart?" I kept my voice low and soft, not at all demanding. He could answer if he wanted. With whatever he wanted.
He looked up at me, and then his eyes dropped to my chest.
"You want milk?" My fingers carded through his damp hair, smoothing it out where it was sticking up in the back.
He nodded, and the tips of his ears went pink. “If it’s alright.”
After the night he drank from me, I'd been pumping in my room once he was asleep so I didn’t distract him or put any undue pressure on him. As much as I enjoyed it, and thought Joshua did too, I waited for him to come to me again. And now he was.
Thank god because pumping sucked balls.
I stood up and held out my hand. “Let’s go to my room.”
He let me guide him to my room, and he came in without hesitation.
I turned on the lamp and walked him to the bed. “This might be more comfortable."
He looked around the room for a second and then back at me. “Okay.
I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the chair. Joshua’s eyes tracked down my chest and then back up. A full letdown was already starting, and drops of sticky milk streamed down the ridges of my stomach. This time, I didn't try to hide it from him.
I wanted him to see.
Joshua lay on the bed and waited for me to catch up with him.
I slipped off my sweats and scooted in beside him.
This time, he wasn’t as shy. Joshua palmed his erection against his shorts and immediately crawled over me, positioning his mouth over my left nipple so he was draped over most of my torso.
Fuck, this was gonna happen.
His fingers trailed down my side until they curled under my balls as he licked a drop from the tip of my nipple. "Matthew."
"Yeah." Even that one word was hard to get out with everything else that was happening to my body.
"Is this okay?" He spoke against my skin then circled my nipple with his tongue.
"Yes, take what you need, baby." I held the back of his head with one hand and reached over to the nightstand drawer. "I’m okay with anything you want."
He watched me pull a box of condoms out of the drawer and a small bottle of lube. A low whimper escaped his throat before he pressed his lips to my chest and his hand under the waistband of my boxers.
My head tilted back, and my back arched as I curled into him. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
