Page 15 of Milk for His Daddy


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I open my mouth to tell him that I don’t stay.

“Of course.” Huh? I guess I want to stay with him. So I climb into bed behind him and pull him into my arms. He makes a big little spoon, but he sighs contentedly and falls asleep.

I’ve never done this before, but it’s kinda nice. Hopefully I can fall asleep with someone else in the bed, but with the thread count of these sheets, I’m not holding my breath.

Whit lets out a quiet snore and scoots against me even closer.

This man.

How can he be so strong, but so submissive?

Like I should stereotype someone.

I’m a twink who likes to top big guys like him. Normally we’re the needy bottoms who want someone to watch over us.

That describes Whit, not me.

I guess it just goes to show you, never judge a book by its cover.

5

WHIT

I wake up because there’s a tight pressure in my chest and a solid rod pressed against my ass.

He stayed.

I don’t think I’ve ever had as much fun as I did with him last night. He’s so sexy and sweet, and he took care of me when I was too tired to get myself to bed.

I hope he didn’t mind or think it was weird.

But I was tired, and it was so nice to let him help me.

I can’t remember the last time someone took care of me.

Well, that’s a sad thought.

“Good morning.” Leo stretches and makes a happy sound when his dick meets my ass.

“Good morning.” I move my hips back.

“You better stop that.” He thrusts against me. “Your ass can not take another pounding.” His voice is teasing, and I’m about totell him that he’s wrong, but when I flex, I realize that he’s right. “Told you.”

“You don’t have to be so smug about it.” I pout, and he laughs.

“Of course I’m smug. I’m the reason you’re sore.” Leo nuzzles my ear before biting it. “But there are other?—”

My stupid alarm goes off, and while I want to be pissed about it, the situation in my chest is getting dire.

“Do you have to get up?” he whines and snuggles close to my back. “I want mutual blow jobs and then more sleep.”

“Fuck, that sounds good, but yes.” I sigh. “I have to work.”

“Call in?”

“I would, but it’s only my second week there.”

“Did you just change jobs?”